Pan

Pan sighed softly as he walked through the woods. The calls of creatures in the back, the glow of greenery as he made his way back to the Lost Boys. It was far out of the way from Mermaid Lagoon and Indian Camp. It was hidden behind the mountains near Hangman’s tree, but the Lost Boys, Peter Pan, and Tinkerbell are the only ones who knew where it was.

They needed to keep it safe, for the woods were a sacred place for many magical creatures. From the faeries to the unicorns, all the creatures in the forest, helped the forest stay alive. The magical energy that flowed from every creature all over Neverland helped fuel the small island. Pan always took the long way to the Lost Boys, just in case he was to be followed.

While he always acted like a child, he was very strategic and everything he did was well thought out and had a purpose. While he was messing around, Hook, on the other hand, was always very serious about everything he did. All Hook wanted was for Pan to fall so he could take over Neverland for its creatures and magic.

While the Lost Boys didn’t know this about Hook, Pan did. Pan did everything to protect the innocence of the children to keep them safe. But in the more recent years, Hook started abducting Lost Boys. While they were out hunting or scavenging. Hook would capture them when they were alone, or in small groups.

When Pan started figuring out what was happening, he stopped sending the Boys out. Instead, he would help the faeries search for necessities, protecting them and making sure that none of them went missing. Bell helped along with these missions, helping Pan communicate between Pan and the faeries.

In recent years, Bell and Pan have grown closer together, spending almost every day getting food for the Lost Boys and fighting Hook out of other’s territories. Over the years Hook has tried to bring down the Indian Camp, capture and kill mermaids from the lagoon. Slowly but surely the lagoon dried up and the mermaids that were left had to leave to open sea.

The Lagoon became Hooks home, he cut it off when the sea started to rise again. Hook gave up the sea life and turned his ship into an airship. Being able to go into the air and watch from above whenever he wanted to. Two weeks after the lagoon dried up and Hook took over the cavern, Pan explored the island. Animals and greenery had been dying all over the island and the faeries had been talking about rumours of Hook killing off the mermaids.

Whether the rumour was true or not he had to find out himself. Because so many Lost Boys and men from the Indian Camp and even some faeries who had transformed up had disappeared. As he grew close, he made sure he was hidden so that no one magical, or Hook saw him. He made himself comfortable on the edge of the cavern, hidden in what was left of the greenery around the cavern.

As he sat there, he noticed it wasn’t just Hook and his men anymore. There seemed to be more men, and creatures, who seemed to be working for Hook. They seemed to be mining an ore out of the ground, but in doing this, Hook was killing the land around the cavern. Everything belonged to the land, and whatever ore Hook was taking for himself, was slowly killing the island.

Pan was a child in the way he thought, but a warrior at heart. All he wanted was for Neverland to thrive as it did so long ago. Ever since the invasion of the pirates, the East coast of the island near Mermaid Lagoon, the life around them had started to slowly die. From the pirates hunting and their excavation. While the pirates knew what they were doing, but not to the extent that it would take on Neverland itself.

Hook, the man who played games with Pan a few years back, was now killing the island, their home. Pan never understood Hook’s change of heart, but he didn’t have the time to try and figure it out. Bell and him had to try and figure out a way to put a stop to whatever operation that Hook was running. Pan and Bell had been scoping out the scene for a few weeks and had only found out a few things.

“Hook seems to be collecting the ore but not trading it with anyone, which means he is keeping it for himself. What he is doing with it or plans on doing with it, is the question we have to try and answer.” Pan said as they started back. Bell nodded, a small twinkling sound as she started talking about her own ideas.

Pan was really the only one who could understand her and the other faeries which was kind of nice. The faeries had someone else to talk to other than amongst themselves. Bell always rambled on when she was with Pan, though when around the other faeries, she was quiet. Bell always stayed inside and tinkered by herself. Most of the fae called her Tinker Bell, but she had always disliked that name.

Though she didn’t have much of a choice, it was bestowed upon her by the gods. When a name was given to a faerie by the gods, it stuck with them for life. Though no one had ever heard from the gods, the names came from the elders. Bell never believed in the gods much because they never helped her or her own kind.

Through all that, she still helped her friends, though with the massacre of the shores East, was the massacre to the whole island. The island needed everything in balance for everything to thrive. If the cove wasn’t filled with water, then the plants wouldn’t be getting the water from all sides as they needed.

If the mermaids weren’t on the East end of the island, singing their songs, then the Indian camp would never know when the sun was to fall, thus the Indians being picked off by scavengers slowly over the years. With the balance of Neverland tipped and the pirates continuing whatever they were doing in that cavern. Pan had to figure that out and put an end to the pirates.