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Cianna's POV
I looked around and took in my surroundings, this wasn't Storybrooke. Where am I? I looked around and I was surrounded by trees. "HELP HELP!" I heard someone scream. Wait who was that? It sounded like a kid. It didn't sound like he was that far from me. I ran to the directions of the screaming. "HELP ME PLEASE!" The voice started to sound familiar. I ran as fast as I could to find whoever was screaming. I then saw Peter holding Henry with a dagger against his throat.
"PETER LET HIM GO!" I screamed
"NO! I need the heart of the truest believer." He said.
"WHAT?!"
"First I need you to wake up." I was utterly confused.
"Cia WAKE UP!!!" I immediately screamed and woke up. It was just a dream, then why did it feel so real? "Shhh it's okay, it was only a dream." Peter whispered calming me down. I just stayed in his arms crying because of how real the dream felt. "Do you want to talk about it?" Peter asked, I just shook my head. "Okay."
I just lied there thinking. I'm so terrified right now, what id that dream comes true? It felt so realistic it's possible. I probably just over thinking. It started to get really cold in the room and I looked over to see that Peter's still awake. "How are you still awake?" I asked.
"Decided to stay awake till you fell asleep." He smiled. I nodded and once my breathing got back to normal I decided to ask Peter a question.
"Why did you have a map that said Storybrooke?" I asked.
"Just let it go for now please, what I have planned with that is long ways away." He said and I kind of understood, I mean it didn't sound like he was lying. Now that I think of it, how long have I been on Neverland? A few days? Weeks? Months? I can never tell with this island. I turned over so I was facing him. He was just staring at me like he could read my mind. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Try to go back to sleep." Peter said. I scooted closer to him and I leaned my head on his chest and I felt safe. I closed my eyes and sooner or later sleep took over me.
I woke up and saw that Peter wasn't next to me anymore. I decided to take this chance and practice my archery. I walked over to the dresser where I kept my bow and I went outside and I saw the lost boys training so I decided to train with them. I went next to Felix since he was shooting his bow. "Morning Felix." I said.
"Hey Cianna, Pan went out for a little bit, he'll be back soon." He said.
"Okay I'm just out here to practice a little bit." I said and drew back, I took my aim and I shot. Right in the bullseye. It shot right through Felix's arrow. I looked over at Felix and his jaw was dropped. "That's how you shoot a boy." I smirked and turned around to see Peter smirking. He walked over to Felix and whispered somthing to him and looked at me and Flix had a smirk on his face. Felix looked at Peter and nodded.
"Alright listen up!" Peter yelled and all attention was on him. "Once again Felix and Cia are going to fight again." Is he serious? I grabbed my sword and so did felix.
"Don't worry I'll go easy on you." Felix smirked. I just rolled my eyes since this isn't my first time fighting him. He looked at me and swung his sword at me but i ducked so it just left a cut my cheek. I swing back hitting his sword and since the first time I used a sword I think I've gotten better. I swung at him leaving a cut on the right side of his chest. He gasped in pain but he pushed it away. I chuckled a little. "Oh you think that's funny?" He said and he swung at me again until Felix had me pinned up against the tree. "Stop changing Pan." Peter whispered in my ear and I got mad so I just kicked him off of me.
"Uh, okay how about everyone goes back to training, Cianna come with me." Peter said I guess to break the intensity between Felix and I.
Felix's POV (Suprise!)
I don't regret what I said earlier, if she tells Peter it might come back to bight my ass later on but Cianna is changing Peter. He's starting to get softer. I've had to take charge for the past few days because he's been with her. I looked over and saw them talking and I could only hear a little bit of what they were saying. "He didn't say anything important." Cianna said.
"You're still a bad lyer." Peter chuckled.
"Felix just said to stop changing you but it's no big deal." She said back.
"I'll talk to him just go back to shooting your bow or something I don't care." He said and glared at me. Shit. He kissed her forehead and Cianna went to go shoot, I rolled my eyes and Peter was right in front of me in seconds. "So you think I'm changing?" Peter said and I don't know what I was thinking but I opened my mouth.
"Yes I do think you're changing, ever since Cianna came into Neverland you haven't been watching the lost boys, you've let your guard down and I've had to take charge, and this is the first time in a while we've trained since Cianna got here." I said and I'm going to be honest, it felt good to say that.
Shockingly Peter didn't hit me he just said, "You're right I haven't been focusing lately but I don't want you blaming it on Cianna because it isn't her fault." Peter said and he left to go work with the other lost boys. Well that went better then planned.
Cianna's POV
Night came faster then I thought it would and I was sitting on a log while Peter was playing his flute and all the boys were dancing around. This reminds me of when I first came to Neverland. The first time I saw all the lost boys dancing around was when I was in that cage. I don't even want to explain how uncomfortable that was. Peter would glance over at me every now and then and just smile and I have a feeling he's up to something. Then again, he's always up to something.
Peter stopped playing his flute and looked at me. "Hey I need to show you something." He said and I nodded. He walked over to a table to grab a few things and then we walked into the woods. Once we stopped walking I noticed that we were standing in front of a target and Peter handed me a knife. I gave him a confused look. "Just aim and throw." I turned and looked at the target and aimed and threw the knife and I didn't even get close to the bullseye. Peter just laughed and walked over to me, I feel so embarresed. "Okay just think of someone or something that made you really mad then aim and throw." He said with a smirk. I started to think of my mom and how she left me at the foster home without even telling me. But I'm more mad at Greg and Tamara for the way they treated me. I started to get really mad at the thought and I threw the knife faster then I could think and I saw that it hit the bullseye. I smirked to myslef. I turned around to see Peter with an amazed look on his face. He walked over to me and hugged me from behind.
"I knew you could do it." He whispered in my ear and kissing my neck making me shiver. I turned around to face him and he started to lean in and so did I and soon his soft lips were on mine. I kissed back with so much passion and I swung my arms around his neck. Peter pulled away to attach his lips on my neck. He came back to kiss my lips and he put his hands on my hips. "Jump." He murmered. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and we just stayed in the forest kissing. I pulled away because I heard Felix calling Peter's name. "He always has to ruin everything doesn't he?" Peter mumbled.
"Don't say that." I said and smacked his chest. We walked back to the camp only to have Felix tell us that everone had went to bed and that he was going to sleep also. We said goodnight and we climbed up to the tree house. I changed into a tee-shirt and sweat pants, just comfy clothes that I could sleep in. I lied down on the bed and I felt the bed dip down and Peter wrapped his arms around my waist.
"G'night Cianna." Peter said and kissed my neck causing me to shiver and soon enough I was asleep.
"Cia why'd you leave me?" a boy said with a sad voice.
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