Chapter Eleven

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WARNING: This chapter includes mentions of blood.

It brought Pan tremendously massive glee as soon as his heartlessly callous pair of wild-green fumes of eyes landed on the sightless Indian Chief timidly awaiting the demon's presence at the mouth of the Echo Caves. He could see it in the old man's stance; he was broken - with insecure shoulders slouched, a hunch forming on his back as he stabilized his weight on a wooden cane. His face was twisted into one dipped in paranoia, distress, fear and anguish. Beside him, on either side, stood Elijah and Felix, both gripping wooden spears with a metal blade at the tip, and pointing them threateningly at the Indian Chief. Whether the old man was aware of this or not, they couldn't be certain.

This was all Pan's doing, and he thrived on it so heartlessly with a smug expression taking over his fair facial features.

"So, you've come at last." Pan commenced, taking a lazy step forward as he gazed at the blind man with no sympathy flickering on his face whatsoever.

The Indian Chief visibly stiffened his body at the sound of the monster who caused him and his tribe so much pain, so vast beyond the land of forgiveness.

"I was beginning to wonder whether you care about your pathetic daughter at all." He tilted his head at him mockingly, pouting as he did so.

"I have come to give you what you asked for. Just give me my daughter back, and never set foot into our camp again." The Indian Chief spoke with authority, his tone deceiving how he looked, and Pan couldn't deny how impressive that was.

"I admire your ferocity to protect what is yours, Indian Chief." Pan nodded sincerely at the man, and he moved closer to him, before he added, "but if you truly cared about your wellbeing along with your daughter's and your tribe, you would've handed me the seer when I politely asked for her the first time."

"What kind of leader would I be if I were to hand over the tribe's prized possession?" The man rhetorically asked.

"A wise one." Pan immediately shot back. "Look where your pride got you, Chief." He gazed at him in fake pity. "A blind man with a battered daughter."

The Indian Chief shot his head up in terror, his voice darkening as he demanded, "what have you done to Tiger Lily?"

Pan shrugged. "Nothing that she can't recover from."

The Indian Chief opened his mouth to speak, but Pan shut him up by sharply stating, "Now, the seer - where is she?"

The Indian Chief sniffed, and flared his nostrils. "My men tied the seer up to the walls of the outer layer of the Echo Caves before I came here."

Pan glanced behind him at Gabriel and Micah, and commanded, "Go get the seer."

He then shot Theodore his gaze and stated, "bring the prisoner."

Theodore nodded astutely, before gently pulling Tiger Lily out of the bushes she was magically stuck to, thanks to Pan. Tiger Lily's furious eyes landed on her father, and they immediately softened.

"Papa!" She cried, and Theodore allowed her to run off to her father when his eyes took note of Micah and Gabriel pulling out a girl from the Echo Caves.

She was breathtakingly enchanting. Her golden hair, woven into fishtail braid, shimmered underneath the sunlight that slipped through the cracks the leaves of the dense forest failed to conceal, and her amber eyes were wide and alert, unafraid, but simply curious. Her olive skin was immaculate, almost as smooth and faultless as silk, and she wore a white gown that seemed worn down with time, yet still radiated beauty and class.

She gazed at Pan for a few moments as he returned her intense stare, and in a split second, the girl smiled knowingly at him. This seemed to startle Pan, for he hadn't expected her to find his presence pleasant enough to shoot him a smile. Theodore noticed Pan's dubious expression, but before he could ask Pan about it, the callous demon cleared his throat authoritatively, and held his hand out to the girl, who confidently placed her hand in his.

"We meet at last, priestess." Pan greeted her, before reaching her hand up to his lips and he pressed a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

Felix and Elijah exchanged flabbergasted looks, failing to keep their spears pointed at the Indians any longer due to their shock. Theodore shifted uncomfortably behind them, avoiding to look at them altogether and instead glanced at Micah and Gabriel, who stood dumbstruck as a result of the mind-boggling exchange happening before them.

He was never like this. Not once have they seen Pan act so gently with anyone.

The girl's smile never wavered, her amber eyes trained solely on the fawn-haired boy, and she parted her red lips to speak. "I have been waiting for the day to finally meet you, Peter Pan."

Pan's eyes shot towards her, searching her face inquisitively, but she gave away nothing but a sincere smile laced with intrigue towards him. He let go of her hand gently, before straightening his back and nodded at her.

"Do you have a name, priestess?" He asked curiously, and the girl cracked a soft laugh, sounding so magnificently elegant, even Pan couldn't help but blink in awe.

"My apologies for laughing, it's just that no one has ever bothered learning my name." She reserved her composure once again, breathed softly, then stated, "My name is Thea."

Pan simply regarded her, before offering, "Allow me to lead you to our camp, Thea."

Thea nodded gracefully. "Please, lead the way."

Pan turned his attention on the Indian Chief and Tiger Lily, and hissed threateningly, "You may return to your home, but don't ever decide to defy me again."

Elijah and Felix waiting to ensure that the Indians have left, while Pan led Thea to their camp. Theodore lingered behind them, watching them in perplexity while Micah and Gabriel murmured among one another behind him in disbelief.

They entered camp, with Pan showing Thea off with tremendous pride, as if he'd victoriously won a vicious battle. He guided her to one of the logs at the centre of camp around the empty fire pit, and his eyes momentarily landed on Metanoia, who had just arrived to camp clutching a basket of fruits with Jeremy and Jacob on either one of her sides.

Metanoia instantly stared at him, and her inquisitive eyes flickered over to Thea, her brows furrowed in confusion. Pan ripped his sight off her, and focused on Thea instead, offering her a dazzling grin.

"How about we just get straight to it then, Thea? How does that sound?" He asked lullingly, enticing the priestess as she grinned slyly at him.

Placing her hand on his thigh as he sat beside her, causing Pan to raise his eyebrows at her boldness, and Metanoia to suddenly drop her basket from the distance in shock, Thea replied, "There's nothing I'd like more. What do you wish to ask me, Peter Pan?"




~•~


Artemis took long, elegant strides lividly towards Zeus's throne, and her eyes flashed dangerously.

"ZEUS!" She roared, her face growing ten shades of red, and her eyes turning almost entirely black in her fit of rage.

Zeus was gazing at her, appalled as she approached him, and he gulped in trepidation.

Clutching the arms of his throne, he questioned, "What is it, my daughter?"

Artemis opened her mouth, ready to speak - but another feminine voice interrupted her.

"The priestess has fallen in the hands of Peter Pan." Athena thundered as she approached them, with Poseidon by her side and Athena's perturbed face said it all.

This was not good.

"Surely the priestess would not violate the whereabouts of her Seer Master, would she?" Poseidon reasoned at a feeble attempt, but was bulldozed by Artemis atrociously.

"The priestess's nature is one which practices selfishness. She will follow what best suits her." Artemis snapped vexedly.

"And what exactly suits her at this given moment?" Zeus asked hesitantly.

"Staying in Pan's good graces, of course." Athena scoffed. "She may be an apprentice of the future, but she remains a mortal. Pan is a threat to her, and she'd rather have him as an ally."

"Do you realise the danger we're in right now?" Artemis hissed furiously to Athena, before she shot her sight back on Zeus and snapped, "If the priestess utters a word on the whereabouts of her Seer Master who has the key hidden, we can all kiss Mount Olympus goodbye."

Zeus gulped in mortification as the threat suddenly dawned on him. His eyes darkened determinedly. "No. I won't let it happen."

As he stood up, he calmly surveyed Artemis, who was breathing rapidly in anger.

"Artemis, do what you must." He commanded.

Artemis did not need to be told twice. She spun around on the heels of her feet, and marched towards the edge of the mighty mountain they resided on. Her deadly eyes landed on the small island from the distance, way below where the mortals resided, and she smiled wickedly.

She retrieved her bow from her back, and acquired an arrow. Locking the arrow in place against the bow, she stretched the string back, and shut one eye to aim her arrow on Neverland. She would be sure to rain hell on them all, for the safety of Mount Olympus.

The priestess will not breathe a word to the demon.

Laughing softly to herself, Artemis released the arrow, and she watched it fall straight to the island where no one aged. As she watched, the arrow divided itself into millions of shards, catching fire, and raining lava onto Neverland.

She smirked in satisfaction, and turned to face her friends. Artemis nodded stiffly.

"It's done."



~•~



Peter Pan was sat fixedly with the Priestess, his eyes trained on her like he'd won the grandest prize of all, and he was adamant on exploiting it to his full benefit, before casting it away after it's become obsolete. He was no fool; he's noticed Thea's attempt at seducing him in an effort to keep herself alive. As much as the effort amused him, it also didn't work. He was not one to give in to temptation like a pathetic mortal.

"Have you heard of a girl who goes by the name, Metanoia?" Pan asked, emphasising the girl's name with dripping hatred, and Metanoia heard his tone vividly.

She winced to herself as she washed the fruits with Jeremy and Jacob, pretending to not have heard a word.

Jeremy glanced at her warily, pitying the way he openly despised her, and Jacob exchanged a look with Jeremy, before they both set their gazes back on their team mate.

Thea's eyes instantly landed on the brown haired girl in the distance, with the vibrantly blue eyes, and she smirked. "She's the star of the prophecy, as far as my master had allowed himself to disclose with me."

Pan felt himself almost shaking with anticipation. He could practically taste the revelation of an invaluable piece of information swiveling his way, and he was so close to catching it.

So painfully close.

But the moment never came - it all started with one frantic shout from Theodore, screaming at the top of his lungs, "TAKE COVER!"

Pan snapped his head around as he witnessed his Lost Boys scurry across camp, all of them snatching their shields and hoisting them up over their heads, and he frowned. Furiously gazing upward at the interruption of the grand reveal of Metanoia's truth, he was met with an astonishing reality. Glowing red raindrops - falling down on Neverland's soil, only, this wasn't rain.

It was hot lava.

He instantly stood on his feet and roared lividly, sending the log Thea was perched up on to fly off in an unfortunate spot in the island, and causing Thea to get flung across the camp, her body heading straight for Metanoia.

Metanoia's eyes widened, and her arms instinctively outstretched to catch the Priestess. As her body collided against Metanoia's, the girl lost her footing and crashed to the ground, with Thea tumbling over her and crushing Metanoia's body.

Metanoia groaned in pain, hearing a shrill ringing in her ear. She blinked slowly as her hearing returned back to normal, and Thea was staring down at her in utter disbelief.

"You saved me?" She whispered in disbelief, the Lost Boys yelling in the background. "Why would you save me?"

Metanoia frowned, opening her mouth to respond, but her vision landed on the sky behind Thea's face hovering over here, and Metanoia quickly yelped, "Watch out!"

Metanoia rolled the two of them out of the way as a new wave of lava bullets fell right in the spot they were initially situated in. She was now over Thea, and she heaved herself up, and quickly gazing up at the sky, which was now a terrifying shade of red as the molten lava fell in a massive quantity.

She clenched her jaw in determination, before grabbing Thea's arm, and dragging her into the safety of the trees, which dodged the scorching rain to a certain degree. Shoving her into the trees, Metanoia strictly snapped, "you stay here!"

Running back into camp, Metanoia swiftly grabbed a discarded steel shield, and lifted it up over her head as her petrified eyes searched for Theodore. Instead, they landed on Pan, who had his arms raised up in the air and he was angrily screaming.

He fought with every fibre of magic in his being to halt the hell raining down on them, but Pan soon realised that he did not possess the power to do so, and he instantly realised why — this was magic from Mount Olympus, magic that he was forbidden to taint.

And so he screamed with such ferocity that he entirely ripped his vocal chords to shreds, but that hardly fazed him. He'd heal within a minute. The raindrops of hell did not affect him; they'd sizzle on his skin, before fading away into nothingness.

The same could not be said about The Lost Boys.

He furiously turned to his soldiers, and he yelled, "Take cover and wait it out! You will not be able to beat this!"

Theodore was running towards a heavily injured Sam, who was crawling towards the storage hut while his leg severely bled. Metanoia spotted them, and rushed to aid them. As Theodore hoisted Sam up by one arm, Metanoia did the same with the other, and together, they dragged Sam to safety.

Pan was helplessly watching the chaotic sight unfold before him, and he felt a burning rage bubble in his insides at a dangerous rate. He knew exactly why Artemis did what she did, and he vowed to make her pay one day. His eyes scanned the area for Thea, and he felt himself slowly lose whatever advantage he thought he had.

Staring up at the sky, his eyes entirely darkened, no whites in sight, and he opened his mouth to reveal two sharp fangs as he growled.

"You will never really stop me." He hissed, his voice growing deeper, much resembling a demon's voice, and Metanoia whipped around to stare at him in shock, gasping loudly, Sam and Theodore watching as well.

"I will be victorious." He cackled menacingly as he raised his arms to his sides and allowed the drops of lava to penetrate through his porcelain skin and fade away seconds later.

"What is he?" Metanoia asked breathlessly, her heart beating a million beats per second as her body trembled in horror.

But no one could respond, because no one knew the answer.

Soon enough, hell had stopped raining, and the first thing Pan had done was regain his composure. His forest-green irises reappeared, and his fangs had vanished, and he looked as much of a boy as all the other Lost Boys were. But everyone knew he wasn't really a boy - he was so much more than that.

He spun around to glare heatedly at Metanoia, and he demanded, "Where is she?"

Metanoia was perplexed for a moment, for she was still thunderstruck by witnessing Pan revealing what he actually was. He was panting angrily, his glare hardening on her when she completely forgot to answer his question, and he bellowed, "WHERE IS SHE, METANOIA?"

Metanoia flinched, before pointing shakily to where she'd hidden Thea from harm's way, and Pan stormed off towards her, but when he'd reached her, he inhaled sharply.

She was nothing but a scorched, lifeless mess, mangled and melted, and Pan gritted his teeth, seeing red.

He slowly turned to face Metanoia, and he shakily stated, "you did this, didn't you?"

Metanoia frowned. "Did what? I tried to keep her safe by -"

She was interrupted when Pan used his magic to forcefully tug her towards him, and he harshly gripped Metanoia's arm, causing her to whimper. He shoved her towards Thea's remains, and he yelled, "DOES THIS LOOK SAFE TO YOU?"

Metanoia gulped at the sight. She felt her stomach churn unpleasantly, and before she knew it, she lurched forward and released her breakfast out onto the soil, coughing violently as her putrid stench caused Pan to let go of her in disgust, and scrunch up his nose.

"You're pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." Pan seethed.

"But Pan." Elijah attempted to reason with him, causing Pan to shoot him a vehement look.

Elijah stood his ground. "Amidst the chaos, I watched Metanoia save the priestess twice."

Pan glared hotly at him. "And what does it matter? The priestess no longer exists, does she? So Metanoia's futile attempts were worthless."

"She tried to save the source you needed to have, Pan." Theodore muttered behind the demon very quietly so only he could hear him. "Give her a break. I think we all need one."

Pan quietly glared at everyone across the camp, eyeing the destroyed huts and treehouses, and he wordlessly walked away from them all, into the depths of the forest, and disappeared.




A/N: I'm back! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please let me know what you guys think in the comments, and please vote and share this story with your Peter Pan fan friends! :) thank you so much for reading!

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