The afternoon sun was scorching, and it sent a wave of laziness among Neverland's residents. Metanoia had just finished her daily task, and she quickly fled to her treehouse to avoid the sun. She'd suffered enough from its sweltering heat by going hunting and exerting so much effort in fixing all the damage inflicted upon their camp. She now laid on her bed, the golden locket she'd snagged from Pan's treehouse dangling over her in her fist's clutches raised in the air. Her vibrant blue eyes glared long and hard at the item swaying left and right, urging it to glow again - but it never did. She scowled in frustration, and her eyes flashed dangerously.

"Come on. Why won't you just glow again?" Metanoia snapped angrily, before tossing it at the end of her mattress in a fit, and huffing up as she stared at her ceiling. She outstretched her leg, and her toes touched the locket, and she abruptly hissed in pain, retracting her leg. Her frown suddenly smoothened when she realised what this meant, and she instantly sat up in her bed, ignoring the dizzying state she was thrown into as a result of her abrupt movement, and she was staring straight at the locket, glowing.

She gasped in sheer fascination, and her hand twitched to touch it, reaching for it. Tentatively bringing her forefinger to touch the locket, it unexpectedly flashed brighter, and Metanoia frowned. She brought her face closer to the locket to peer over it properly, but without warning, the locket's light blinded her entirely, and she screamed as she felt herself fall inside it, into a never ending pit of a furious light.

Metanoia expected herself to fall somewhere and break her neck, but on the contrary, she landed with a soft thud on a flat surface, and she clutched her head to steady her stubborn dizziness. She swallowed harshly, and before she could observe her surroundings, Metanoia heard voices.

"Metanoia is a danger to herself, and Mount Olympus. Her power will consume her and destroy all of us in a heartbeat." A tall, elegant woman dressed in a maroon dress which immaculately fit her body, warned a broad-shouldered, muscular man with an enormous beard, as she gestured towards a sedated, young girl.

Metanoia frowned, and she scurried up to inch closer to the barely conscious girl. They were in what appeared to be a massive ballroom, adorned with gold carvings across its white walls, and lavishly red carpeting engulfing the centre of the marble floor. Once she'd gotten close enough, Metanoia gasped in horror.

There, right in front of her laying helplessly on the ground and chained mercilessly, was Metanoia herself. She was conscious, but was powerless enough to even utter a word, let alone lift a finger.

The muscular man acknowledged Metanoia's frail state cautiously. "Has it been foreshadowed by the seer?"

It appeared as though Metanoia was watching them have their endeavor unfold, but they could not see her at all.

The elegant woman nodded firmly. "Indeed. She must be banished."

Metanoia's eyes widened in disbelief, and the muscular man's eyes flashed in remembrance.

"You mean to banish her to the very same realm that demon was banished to?" He thundered outrageously.

Another man, sitting across the room, with the longest blue hair Metanoia's ever seen, cleared his throat, causing the muscular man to snap his furious gaze towards him.

Hardly wavered by the strong man's deadly aura radiating off him, the mystically blue man proposed, "may I suggest that banishing a deadly creation to the very same realm we all banished ... him, would be considered a death sentence to Mount Olympus?"

Metanoia shook her head in confusion, hardly comprehending a word, let alone the meaning behind all of this and how she got here. She spluttered, "deadly creation?!"

The muscular man nodded fervently, swishing a strong arm towards him whilst glaring back at the elegant woman, "you heard the man, Athena. Placing two deadly castaways in the same prison will only strengthen them against us ... one day. Even Hades warned us of Metanoia's devil within her. Let's not even begin to imagine the inevitable wrath of Ares when he finds out we're banishing his own daughter."

The elegant woman smirked knowingly. "He will never find out because he will remain imprisoned in Poseidon's underwater dungeon. Ares is powerless there, Zeus."

Taking a deep sigh, the woman intertwined her long, slim fingers together and claimed, "We made the mistake of letting Peter Pan keep his memories as we banished him to Neverland. This time, Metanoia will not get to keep hers. To the demonic, cursed boy, she is merely a harmless human flushed away to the land of dreams."

"What about her godly powers?" Another woman in the room, who was holding a massive bow in her hand, questioned.

"We will ensure cursing her to strip her of her powers so Pan does not suspect what lies underneath. She will remain powerless." The elegant woman explained.

"Any curse can be broken, Athena. What happens when this one does?" Zeus hissed.

"As long as neither Metanoia nor Pan suspect or get word of the seer's key to break it, we will be fine." She reassured.

Metanoia awoke with a start, her back drenched in sweat and her chest heaving up and down at an alarming pace, gasping for air. Her eyes were enormously wide, and she rapidly blinked at the dark setting around her, contrasting all the brightness she was engulfed in prior. A few seconds later, Metanoia had come to the realisation that she was in her treehouse in Neverland, sitting in her bed, and it was nightfall.

She frowned deeply, and her hands instantly felt around her mattress, in search of the locket. She huffed exasperatedly when she couldn't find it, and her hands reached over to the matchbox at her dresser. She lit it up and ignited her candle to illuminate her home. As Metanoia's eyes swept across her bed, the locket was nowhere to found. She sighed deeply, and glanced around her, before something glinted across the treehouse, at her desk. Metanoia squinted her eyes and strode across the room, and her mouth dropped open when she saw the locket resting over a stack of papers.

She did not put it there last.

Could it all have been one twisted, fever dream? After all, it was a particularly boiling day full of manual labor - what with hunting and spending time fixing the camp with the lost boys after the lava rain incident. Metanoia eyed the locket suspiciously; it all felt too real to be a dream.

But Metanoia had no proof that it wasn't, and she had finally come to the decision to no longer dwell upon it. Her bare feet padded across her room once again, and Metanoia crawled back onto her bed, trying to shake off that terrible nightmare lingering inconveniently in her head.

~•~

Morning had come, and it was a far cooler day than the one before, and the lost boys were energetic in their movements. Metanoia watched in amusement this morning as Theodore hummed to himself while piling heaps of food onto Metanoia's plate.

"You act as if I'm feeding an army. I'm one person, Theo." She teased playfully, and Theodore grinned at her, handing her a plate of breakfast food.

"With all the training you've been doing, and the muscle you're growing, trust me - you need to eat." He argued.

"Listen to what he says, Em." Nate brushed past her with a gentle smile. "This is why I'm so slim - I didn't eat up while training."

Metanoia rolled her eyes. "That's definitely not why you're slim."

Nate shot her a cheeky smile. "Whoops, I've been caught lying."

"Whoops?" Sam mumbled beside him, cringing. "Who even says whoops anymore, man?"

Nate regarded him amusedly as Finn went to sit on his other side.

"Well someone's grumpy this morning." Finn mused, not bothering to look at Sam as he addressed him, for he was far too busy eating a slice of french toast. He groaned in ecstasy. "Ugh, Theo - this is good."

Theodore laughed modestly. "Thanks, Finn."

Sam huffed irritably. "Of course I'm grumpy. You were snoring all night, Finn."

Nate raised his eyebrows. "Was he?"

"Was I?" Finn echoed, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"Of course you wouldn't know Nate, because you're out like a brick as soon as your head touches your pillow." Sam retorted, causing Metanoia to smile at her plate, biting back a laugh.

"So what if I am?" Nate challenged.

"Oi, Noia!"

Metanoia grudgingly craned her neck to regard Denzel, who was sat at another faraway log with his two goons, James and David, and Felix sitting across from them. The four boys were glaring tauntingly at Metanoia.

"What is it, Denzel?" Metanoia sighed.

"The boys and I were talking." He started.

"No good ever comes from that." Elijah mumbled beside Metanoia under his breath.

"And we're curious to know how you feel about your trials lurking right around the corner." Denzel thoughtfully placed a hand on his chin as he pretended to think.

Metanoia shrugged a shoulder dismissively. "I feel fine."

Denzel's eyes narrowed. "Do you? Because you only have twenty days left."

"I'm aware." She replied drily.

"And that doesn't make you nervous?" David teased.

"No." She stated simply.

"I know I would be, and I'm a guy." Denzel replied, causing the three boys to howl laughing at his remark, and Metanoia gazed at them stonily.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked threateningly.

Denzel scoffed. "Look at that. No strength and no brains. What a pity."

Metanoia flung her plate forward, her food toppling to the floor and she lunged at them, ready to tackle Denzel and give him a hard punch, but Theodore quickly snaked his arm around Metanoia's waist and pulled her back before she could.

"Let go of me!" She yelled as she struggled against Theodore's grip.

"Calm down, Metanoia - don't let his words get to you like that." He murmured into her ear, but Metanoia was far too angry to hear a word.

"Aw, she cant even slip away from her boyfriend." Denzel cooed mockingly, and Metanoia's eyes flashed in rage, despite the fact that her cheeks reddened at his comment. He was not her boyfriend.

"What is wrong with you, asshole?!" She snarled. "I saved your life when I had a bow and arrow aimed at your stupid, thick head. I could've ended you!"

Denzel's face morphed into a repulsed scowl. "Oh and you believe now I owe you one? Don't be so stupid."

Finally, Metanoia succeeded in ripping Theodore's arm off her, and she pointed at Denzel and warned, "there will come a time where you will wish you were civil with me."

She stormed through the seated Lost Boys, making her way to the forest just as Denzel laughed loudly and yelled, "Oh I'd love to see that happen!"

She growled furiously as she clenched her fists, and proceeded to comb her way through the forest aimlessly, trying to blow off some steam. As she trudged in a fit of rage, her foot landed on a smooth surface, causing Metanoia to frown and glance down at her shoes. Lifting her foot up, she saw an envelope laying in the mud beneath her, and she bent down to pick it up.

Standing straight once more, she flipped the envelope over and wiped the mud off with the sleeve of her cloak, and her brows furrowed at the name it was addressed to, scrawled over the parchment.

Metanoia.

Who on earth could be trying to send her a letter, of all people? She flicked open the envelope, and pulled out a small piece of parchment from it, and swiftly read its contents.

Metanoia,

I have seen that you will come across this, so I mustn't waste any more time. Come meet me at the borders of Pixie Hollow the night of the day you receive this letter.
There is much to be said urgently.
Come alone.

Metanoia searched for any name to indicate who had written this letter for her, but she was unlucky in finding one. She scratched her scalp anxiously, and her eyes darted around her, in search of any clue to point out who it could be, but she was once again unlucky.

~•~

Metanoia blocked Nate's sword swinging to her left temple, bending her knees and flattening her own sword against his. She used her entire strength to shove him back, and spun around in her place to deflect Theodore's attack to her hip. She kicked his calf and jabbed her sword to his gut, and he quickly moved back out of harm's way. Nate returned, swishing his sword left and right, and Metanoia quickly blocked every swing determinedly. She was doing exceptionally well, and yet, her mind was entirely focused on the anonymous letter she stumbled upon earlier, addressed to her.

"Nicely done, Metanoia." Nate praised, nodded at Theodore to bring his movements to a halt, and so he did.

Metanoia slightly panted and wiped the sweat off forehead with her palm, before nodding to Nate in thanks.

"You're doing great, and yet it feels as though you aren't entirely present in the battle." Theodore commented in concern, his eyes trained on her as she sat down on a boulder nearby and brought her container up to her lips to drink some water.

"Yeah I've noticed this too. Everything alright, Em?" Nate questioned, tilting his head to the side curiously.

Metanoia, after swallowing, shrugged her shoulders and softly replied, "everything's fine."

"Doesn't seem like it." Theodore stated flatly, unconvinced.

Metanoia shot him a smile in gratitude. "I appreciate your concern, both of you." She regarded Nate sweetly. "I really do - but I assure you, I'm fine."

"But you're not as loud and vocal as you usually are when we train together." Nate argued, and Theodore nodded rapidly.

"Yeah, where are your witty remarks and playful insults, huh?" He added, and Metanoia laughed.

"It's just one of those quiet days, guys - that's all." She reassured them, and the two boys exchanged suspicious glances, but they didn't press her any further, and let her have her peace.

~•~

Dinnertime had come later this evening, and Metanoia was handing out plates of grilled chicken and string beans to the Lost Boys, with Jeremy and Jacob scooping food onto each plate. She was still rather absentminded, and she subconsciously chewed on her lower lip all day as her mind worked relentlessly on whether she should go meet the mystery person at the borders of Pixie Hollow. What if it was a twisted trap to lure her in and cause her harm? For all she knew, Metanoia could be walking to her death if she decides to go.

She sighed to herself after serving everyone, and moved with her own plate held in her hands to sit with the others. Everyone was talking around her airily, each boy lost in blissful ignorance - totally unaware of the horrors around them. Two days ago, everyone had seen Peter Pan transform into a demonic creature, and they were all behaving as if it had never happened. It was long forgotten, but not to Metanoia.

Metanoia has only seen Peter twice in the past two days, and each time she did, she shuddered and instantly looked away. She remembered the way the two sharp fangs penetrated out of his gums and how his eyes had turned entirely black. And not so long after, he'd grasped her arm violently and shoved her with him, forcing her to look at the molten state of guts and flesh of Thea.

Metanoia lost her appetite.

She'd been quiet for too long, and was glad that no one noticed. Sitting up straight, she finally spoke up.

"Does anyone here have a compass I could borrow?"

Gabriel and Timothy popped their heads towards her curiously.

"You could have mine." Timothy offered, reaching into the pocket of his cloak and revealing a compass, before handing it to her.

Metanoia smiled at him as she took it. "Thanks, Timothy."

"Can I ask why you need it, though?" He wondered, and Metanoia tried providing an answer without necessarily lying.

Theodore watched the whole exchange curiously.

"In case I want to explore this island. I wouldn't want to get lost." She replied vaguely, and Timothy smiled.

"Smart." Gabriel mused.

~•~

The late and dark hours of the night had come, and Peter had himself locked in his treehouse, pacing back and forth angrily as his twisted mind squeezed itself to come up with a vengeance plan against Artemis. He was so close to getting what he wanted, and he'd been defeated yet again by the Greek gods. He was growing restless, and the fact that Artemis desperately ruined his plan meant that Metanoia was actually important.

And Peter had to know why.

He stormed towards his desk and ripped open one of his lengthy books, aggressively flipping through the pages for any hints that could indicate Metanoia's existence or presence. But after a few minutes of flipping through pages, and coming up with nothing, Peter yelled in frustration and sent the book flying across the room in a fit of rage. Panting heavily as his eyes glared at the book across the room, he walked towards his window and gazed outside at the remnants of the fire in the centre of their camp. Peter skipped watching over his Lost Boys during training sessions the past two days, and was hardly spotted by anyone when he left twice to go for angry walks through the island.

He huffed exasperatedly, and before he could turn back to face his room, his eyes caught none other than Metanoia walking swiftly across the camp, her head darting left and right, believing herself to be stealthy, but she was far from that. Peter's brows furrowed, and he mumbled to himself, "what the hell are you up to, Metanoia?"

It made his blood boil that he couldn't seem to ever understand her, nor who or what she was, and what purpose she had here in Neverland. He watched her figure disappear into the woods, and Pan quickly left his treehouse when he snapped his fingers. He suddenly materialized at the edge of their camp, and his green eyes landed on Metanoia's figure in the distance.

And so, he started following her discreetly, and Metanoia had absolutely no idea. He was adamant on learning more about her, and this was how he would. If a seer's apprentice couldn't help him, then he would figure it out himself.

Whatever scheme Metanoia was crafting, Peter would be sure to destroy it along with her mere existence.

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