Lost Girl

Intervention

There were no more hints. The Lost Boys have not revealed themselves to me again. Not a peep.
So I find myself hopelessly charging in all directions hoping that blundering around will cause me to stumble upon them.
As I walk and walk and trudge and run, never seeming to find a clue, I find my hope dwindling. Stars begin to appear in the sky and the glowing things come out again.
That's when I see them. Lit up by the plants that light my path. I freeze, fearful. He's tall. His hair is black as night and falling in shaggy waves over his brow. His eyes are dark, his jaw is set strong, and he looks suspiciously like a pirate.
Beside him is someone small...perhaps twelve inches tall. She has long blonde hair and wears a green dress...she has wings. She is a fairy.
"Please don't be frightened." The man says calmly, taking slow steps towards me, shadowed by the fairy.
"Please don't come closer if you don't want me to be frightened." I reply, taking a step back.
He stops and holds his hands up to show he carries no weapon. I see a long sword at his side. He notices me eyeing it and in one quick move unsheathes it, tossing it the ground. "I don't want you to be frightened. I want to help."
"How?" I ask, genuinely curious as to how he thinks he can help help me.
"By warning you."
"Of?"
"Pan. He can't be trusted."
"Can anyone be trusted?"
"I can." He points to his fairy friend. "If you go to him, if you seek him out, this is what will happen to you."
"It's not as glamorous as it looks either." The fairy speaks up. "If we use our magic for anything not pure of heart, we die."
My mouth falls open slightly and I stare, looking from the pirate to the fairy. "Are we in a pretty version of hell?" I ask bluntly.
He laughs, the dark man actually laughs, looking down at his friend. "I like her." He looks to me. "That's a nice way of putting it. But if we are using that metaphor, Pan is Satan, dear."
I reach up and grab a handful of my hair, nervously beginning to pace. "I ran away with Satan."
Both laugh and look at me, clearly entertained.
"This isn't funny!" I whimper. "How do I get home?"
They grow graven. The pirate steps towards me, revealing from beneath a long black coat, a hook upon his left hand. "That's the thing, Love. They call it Neverland for a reason. There is no going home."