Wicked Game (OUAT Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

I found myself seated in front of the roaring flames of a bonfire as I tried to get rid of the residual brain fog from holding the Vorpal sword. As a method of distraction, Ravenna had tried everything from asking me to help her with cooking to telling me a story to asking me about what I would like to do while here in Neverland. However, I just couldn't focus since my mind kept wondering back towards the blade and the red light that resides within it.

When I was holding the sword, I had realized how powerful, invincible even, I could be, it was like nothing on this island or beyond it could hurt me so long as I held that sword. Yet even then the weapon had its limitations. The power that I had felt while holding the weapon didn't come from the sword itself but from that mysterious orb living inside. The weapon was only a cage that contain the chaotic entity and prevented it from wreaking havoc. Yet, no one realized that it still held some power but only onto the person that wields the sword.

As one of her methods of distraction, Ravenna had informed me about the history of the sword and how long ago a king had it forged out of pure silver. The silver was quite sacred as it was gifted to a priest by some god or goddess, but she didn't know which ones because apparently there were many. After the sword was forged, the king had entrusted it to the blacksmith that had forged it, telling him that if the mysterious beast ever came around again to use the sword. One day, the blacksmith's son had wanted to go into the woods to explore but the blacksmith had warned him about venturing off alone and that a horrific creature was wandering the place.

His son figured that instead of walking into the woods defenseless he would take a weapon instead. Seeing the glistening silver sword on display above the mantle of his father's home, he had taken it and had gone out into the woods where he had encountered and slayed the wicked beast. The blacksmith was surprised at his son and radiated with pride as he helped tote the creatures head back to the king as proof that the sword was able to accomplish what no other weapon could. Supposedly the creature had a name, possibly given by the king or the blacksmith's son, but Ravenna said that name's held power, so it was best to not say it.

Yet, when it came to the entity that was trapped inside the Vorpal sword Ravenna had absolutely no idea what it could be, but she was certain that it was nothing but trouble. She had cautioned me that if I should ever encounter that sword again to not, under any circumstance, break that glass. "Whoever was to break the glass in the center would be releasing something purely wicked that will cause nothing but utter destruction and devastation." She had said as her chocolate eyes stare into the roaring flames. A haunted and petrified look came across them before it was snuffed out by one of the boys arguing nearby, being quickly replaced by frustration.

But those cautions seemed to have been for nothing as even though it was a great distance away from me, I could still hear its tempting whispers and frustrated growls that it made. There was no need to guess where that noise was coming from since Ravenna had confirmed it herself, it wasn't the sword making that noise nor the creatures within the forest, and it most definitely was not coming from the pirates. The only logical explanation for where the unsettling sound was coming from was from the red orb that was imprisoned inside its sterling cage.

However, there was another thing that was plaguing my mind besides the Vorpal sword and its inhabitant, and that was Pan. I could vividly recall the expression of fear on the boys faces and the looks of worry on both Felix and Ravenna's face after the battle was finished and Pan had scolded the boys. Something was wrong with him and the more that I think about that story that the scaley crocodile had said, the more that I compared it to Pan. His demeanor had been different in that moment versus the other times that we have met. He was usually laid back and held an air of playful mischief but that had instantly vanished within that moment. He stood stiffly almost like if he was a soldier and that usual air that he carried had disappeared and was replaced instead with a deadly charge, one that radiated an uncontrolled anger and screamed danger. He had sauntered around the group of boys as if he were a predator and he was choosing his prey, yet the stark difference was his eyes. His eyes that were a familiar and almost comforting forest-green, had been drowned out and turned into a vibrant electric-blue making him appear colder, intimidating, and threatening.