Beastie \\ Peter Pan [OUAT] [1]

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[Word count: 2,100]

| chapter - two |

\ we happy few /

Bear and Fenn had joined a couple other boys whom sat on logs around a bonfire, meanwhile Bishop stayed around Peter and Mallory. She didn't realize how many boys there would be in one camp, but then again, it was quite the big island. Although, she didn't expect to be the only girl in the whole isle, she supposed she would have to set some barriers the longer she stays.

Hearing grunts, growls and hoots, Mallory looked towards the ruckus. Seeing two boys brawl and a few others gathered around enjoying the show.

Peter sighed harshly in annoyance, "Stay here, I've got a little scrap to attend to. Bishop, keep an eye on her until I'm back."

And so the boy goes towards the boys fighting, yelling out, "Perseus!" and "Felix!".

Mallory was so confused of how everything worked on this island, yet so intrigued. "How long have you all been living here?"

Bishop didn't hesitate, "A very long time. Decades, maybe even a century or two. I can't remember, time is lost."

"Wait, what?" She looks up at him and takes a side step. "How old is Peter? How old are you? Or everyone here?"

Bishop shrugged now, "I'd say Pan is around four-hundred years old, but you probably wouldn't believe me. The rest of us? In our hundreds, maybe two hundreds or even three if you're lucky."

Mallory's eyes widened at the sheer shock this gave her, "How is that even possible? How do you look young still?"

"Time stands still in Neverland, it does not exist. You do not age, not unless Pan allows you to age. You will age if he wants you to age. Magic here works differently than what you're used to." Bishop explained. "Aging is the ultimate punishment. If you're banished, or he is just teaching you a lesson. He will take away your ability to stay young forever, and you will age until he stops it again. It's very confusing, but the longer you stay here the more you'll begin to understand."

"If he stops it, will you age normally?" She asked.

Bishop shook his head, his piercing blue eyes watching the bonfire and the boys around it dancing and hooting. "No. You age rapidly. Today you could look fifteen. Tomorrow? Twenty-five. The next day? Thirty. It's very sporadic because we've been held back from aging for so long, that it hits us in harsh waves all at once. Give or take a few."

Now it was Bishop's turn to ask, "How old are you currently?"

Mallory hummed, "Seventeen."

Bishop gave a side grin and a nod, "Then you will stay seventeen for the rest of history, unless Pan says otherwise. Hope you enjoy it, you'll be here for a long, long time."