Chapter 34: Everybody Sees the Secrets

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HI! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I'm currently writing this still and each chapter takes about a full day...and I have lots of work...and just a ton of emotional/family crap going on so haven't had the energy/inspiration buuuuuut it's starting to come back so yeah tada. This is pretty long so I figured that makes up for the lack? And to celebrate 15K OMFG I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH I CAN'T EVEN EXPRESS IT HUGS TO ALL....and IM SO EXCITED FOR OUAT NEXT WEEKEND!!! My friends and I have been soooo excited we are starting to annoy our other friends haha xD And I personally am absolutely certain Rumple comes back, because if he doesn't I don't think I would watch (he's one of my top 5 favorites!) and I saw him in an ad for #wickediscoming xD

Sooooooo....of course thank you to all my readers and commenters I love you guys and your support is incredible! Especially vanessa5836 you are wonderful and beautiful and I miss Second Star so hurry the hell up >_<

Read! Comment! I read all your comments daily, literally I go through each chapter I love them so much and I'm going through a lot of crap right now so your guys' support really means the world to me...I've learned over the years, and I continue to learn this lesson time and time again, that you really never know what's going on in a person's life or mind or heart, so the littlest things can make all the difference. Okay, that's my depth for tonight haha here's the story. Enjoy:)

PETER PAN’S POV

Peter Pan needed the Truest Believer, and he needed him as soon as possible. He could feel his magic, his life, slowly draining away, just like the tiny grains of the golden sand in the hourglass, trickling through his fingers. It wasn’t so bad, he still had full control over the island and could take on anything with one arm tied behind his back—or maybe both, just to make the game more interesting—but it was still happening. Only he had seen and felt the signs of it. He intended to keep it that way.

            Over the several months, he occasionally, he thought of the magic girl who had been in Neverland for a time, and kicked himself for not having used her for her most important purpose to him: her magic, her life. He was sure he could have lived off of it for quite a time longer. Not forever of course, but from her displays he was sure that the entirety of her magic could have given him at least another decade.

            He wondered if she had really gotten off the island. His Shadow never spoke of her, and whenever Peter asked he said he hadn’t ever seen her. But Peter controlled Neverland, he felt anything enter or exit, anything that happened in it, and he most certainly had its edges locked tightly, keeping everything in and the other realms out. She couldn’t have slipped past him, Jones never dared to try that, and not even his Shadow was capable of leaving if Peter didn’t want him to. And Peter had never wanted anyone staying more than he did his little toy.

            The last time anyone had seen or heard of her was months ago, Peter wasn’t sure how many, but enough that he stopped counting. The Lost Boys had given up looking for her, and Peter had given up ordering them to. It was a waste of time, it was boring, and they needed to get back to training. He didn’t quite know who the Truest Believer was yet, but someone that powerful was surely going to be protected, sought after, fought over. They would surely win, of course, but he preferred to not lose any of his brothers if he could help it.

            The sun was high in the sky as Peter sauntered on the edges of fairy territory, not wishing to go right in and be annoyed with their weak little magic auras. Plus, they were scared of him enough to cower in their huts even now. He smirked, then transported himself away. Honestly, he hadn’t even meant to go to fairy territory, or to this new place near Dark Hollow, his Shadow’s home. He didn’t need him right now. Peter’s lips twisted, his habit of transporting a few times a day to random, thoughtless locations had a purpose, and he hated both the purpose and the results. At least the Dark One or some other idiot from the other realms would never be around to witness this, or to go back telling silly stories and jokes of him—

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