Somewhere In Neverland

Neverland.

Just the utterence of the word, no matter what tounge you spoke it in, would bring about lively visions of Lost Boys, the hunting Indians, the fierce-some pirate: Captian Killian 'Hook' Jones, laughing merpeople, and of course, the boy-king: Peter Pan.

Lost Boys come in all shapes and sizes, and some, though very rare, come in different genders. There is Felix, or as most boys call him, Nibs, Pan's second in command. Andrew, or Slightly, the sneaky look-out of the lot. Devin, or Tootles, the archer boy. Rufio, or Curly, the boy with fighter's blood. Lastly, there are there are the Twins, Sooner and Later, Liam and Lilith, the twin children of Captian Hook.

Most people don't believe Pan to have weaknesses, and he doesn't. He has only one: the Lost Children. They are his one and only weakness, but as any king knows, you don't get what you want by showing weakness, you get it by showing power, by showing faith. It's not in the boy-king's nature to show weakness, but that doesn't mean he won't.
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"I swear it, Peter Pan." She said softly, turning around and walking in the direction of Tink's treehouse. She needed to get away, get away from here and get away from him, before he said what she knew he was going to say.

Pan's dark eyes burned big, gapping holes into the back of her skull as she walked away from him. "Swear it on something that matters!" He shouted at her retreating figure, making her stop in her tracks.

The younger of the Twins spun around, her light gray eyes flashing dangerously, but then, she saw the look on his face, a look she had only seen very seldomly since she'd come back. She saw the broken boy who hid behind the mask of a monstrous and cruel king, she saw his weakness, and the danger dropped from her face. "I swear it on the thinking tree." She whispered, her voice trailing back to him on the wind, as she disappeared once again from his sight.
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A Somewhat OUAT Peter Pan FanFic [Enjoy!]