𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐀, peter pan

Chapter Ten

The howling, the cheers, the drumming were too loud for Mara, it irritated her head that it pounded against her skull, she wanted the loud noises to stop. When she opened her eyes, her vision was a blur for a moment until she blinked few times to adjust her sight. She first saw blurry black shadows dancing in front of the dancing flames, she was slowly adjusting as she noticed the boys were dancing around the bonfire, all in hooded cloaks and masks.

It reminded her a bit of pow wow, she seen this before but with an indian tribe dancing. The Indians were rather better and amusing than the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys' music was quicker.

I'm still alive? She was stunned and confused. The thought startled her, weren't they supposedly kill her? She does remember what happened, a boy who had his chance to kill her, she was only shielding herself with her sword before falling off the edge and hit her head on something hard.

And here she was, still alive. Surrounding by a pack of wolves and they're not doing anything but dancing. Mara sat up slowly, her head worsened when she lifted her head that she winced as she shut her eyes. She found herself away from the dancing circle, they weren't paying attention to her at all, they danced pass by her as if she wasn't there.

"Had a nice nap?" A voice said behind her.

She fidgeted as she turned to see Peter Pan standing by her with an amused smile given to her. She didn't had any words to speak, but she wanted to ask a few questions. She didn't know which she wanted to know first; why were the Lost Boys dancing? Why is she still alive? Why hasn't he got her killed?

She returned her gaze at the boys, "I'm not dead?" She uttered in perplex, had her hand on the back of her head where it took a land and felt a bump.

"Not yet anyways" he grinned as if it was funny.

Mara frowned at him, she cannot be rude towards him anymore, "No one killed me, why?"

"You were unconscious, where would the fun be with you unconscious?" Pan stepped to her side, "I'm much impressed that you lasted quite long than I expected"

"I've went through worse" Mara murmured, bringing back the memory of that night with the Ogres.

She could see him in the corner of her eye looking at her, sensing a taunting smile on his face. "The hunt isn't the worst" he replied.

Her gaze never departed from the dance, she noticed twilight had broke, and wonders how long she's been out of conscious. She needn't to know that anyway. She avoided what Pan had just said, "What's happening here?" Questioning about the boys dancing.

"Mainly celebrating"

"For what?"

"For you"

Mara's brows instantly dropped before glancing at the boys, her face scrunched a little and her expression was complete perplex. "For me? Why?"

"You're a newbie, you're one of us now" his wicked smile remained.

She was almost appalled, but was not even a little appreciated. "So you nearly had me killed and then you're suddenly celebrating for me being one of you. Yes, sure I appreciate that" she responded derisively. "I've been here for barely three days and I already almost died couple times" she stepped away, turned, found a sat nearby and sat down.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to almost dying" he turned to her and stepped closely toward her.

Somehow she found his words intimidating and part repulsive. He didn't sound like he was making a joke at all.

"Most of these boys nearly got their heads shot by the poisoned arrow, get stabbed and slashed by knives or impaled by spears"

When Mara glanced up at him and giving a disgusted look with a bit of aghast, he shrugged.