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Chapter 6
Three days would pass before I saw anyone again. With every passing minute I grew more tired, weaker, and hungrier. I laid on the bottom of my cage, wishing I could be freed somehow. My teleportation powers were not working for me and the Lost Boys had left me with no food or means of escape. Did they not realize they were leaving a little girl to her death?
Well, whether or not they realized I was in danger, someone else did.
When I was at my weakest point, I heard the voice of a boy speak to me. I hadn't heard him approach because of how tired and disoriented I was, but I was coherent enough to notice the sound of his voice.
"My, what have they done to you?" he questioned. "Don't worry, girl, I'll help you."
Unable to speak up in reply to him, I would instead black out.
Later on, I would awake to find myself in a bed within one of the Lost Boy's hollowed out treehouses. In the corner of the room sat a boy, my rescuer. I couldn't tell who he was by looking at him, but when he began to speak to me I remembered the sound of his voice.
"Ah, awake at last," the boy stated, standing up from where he had been sitting. He walked over, tilting his head as he curiously examined me.
"You saved me from that cage," I said, slowly sitting up.
"Who are you? Why did you help me?"
He smiled. "That doesn't matter. I'm just another Lost Boy who lives on this island. And I helped you because I thought they were being a bit cruel. They don't care for girls, but that doesn't mean they should leave one to die."
The boy sat on the edge of my bed, offering me a plate of sliced apples. "Eat up. You must be starving."
And indeed I was, I gratefully gobbled down the food he gave me, surprised when he would laugh at me.
"You certainly don't eat like a girl. But, then again, I suppose anyone starving would eat their meals in such a manner. What's your name?" he questioned.
"It's Princess Ilona," I said in reply, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.
"A princess?" he questioned, raising a lush eyebrow. "Pray tell, where do you come from? Nobody ordinary can very easily make it to Neverland."
I let out a sigh.
"I have magical powers. I can teleport to different places. My powers probably brought me here to Neverland, but ever since I got here they haven't been working. Usually my powers kick in when I'm in danger, but they didn't save me while I was trapped in that cage."
The boy shrugged. "Not surprising. Neverland is a different sort of place. Anyhow, what will you do now that you're free? There are only two groups of people who live in Neverland: the Lost Boys and the pirates, and neither of the two are very friendly. So long as you're here, you'll have to stay in constant hiding."
I folded my hands together, glancing down at the floor sadly.
"I'll just have to do what I always do... survive until my powers take my somewhere else. But if they don't work here in Neverland... I'm not sure what I'll do. Do you think maybe I can get the Lost Boys to change their minds about me? I know I'm a girl, but I'm a lot like them! Honest I am!"
"Yes, quite the conundrum," the boy said, smiling afterwards. "But maybe... I do have an idea to get them to accept you. Will you trust me?" he questioned, offering me his hand.
Without hesitating, I grabbed the boy's hand. He had saved me, after all, and I didn't have any friends in this place. I didn't really have anything to lose.
"Excellent, let's begin."
The boy helped me stand up and snapped his fingers afterwards. "Look down at your clothes. I used magic to change them."
I glanced downward, letting out a gasp.
"These are like the clothes the Lost Boys were wearing."
"Indeed," he replied. "Now then, one more thing to top off your new look." The boy pulled a knife from his belt, moving over to me. I flinched when he held the knife close to my face, unsure what he was doing.
"W-Wait, what's that knife fo--"
Without asking my permission, the male began to hack away at my locks of blonde hair.
"Wait, no, don't do that!" I exclaimed, trying to move away from him. When I did so, he only pushed me against a wall and continued.
"You told me that you'd trust me. You want the Lost Boys to leave you alone, right? I'm doing this so that they will. Don't fret over your hair, it'll grow back later. Your life, however, can't be replaced if taken from you."
I frowned, allowing him to continue until he would finally move away. He sat down the knife and then a mirror would appear in his hands, another feat performed with magic of some kind. "Take a gander..."
I squeaked, eyes widening in shock.
"I look like a boy!"
"Yes, that's the idea," he replied back, smirking. "They don't like girls, but they'll be fine with you if you're a boy. Come along, I'll prove it to you."
Although I was uncertain about this plan, the boy led me out of his hideout and back toward the camp where the Lost Boys were staying. As we walked across the camp, the boys looked at me, but not like they had when I arrived for the first time. He then approached Felix, the boy from earlier who had decided that I couldn't stay.
"I've found a new recruit. Introduce yourself, boy," he said, glancing to me.
I swallowed nervously, before starting to utter,
"I'm Princes-- Uh." I cut myself, suddenly realizing that I shouldn't give them my real name. I needed a boys name. But what name? There was a boy named Shiki from the stories my mother used to tell me and then there was Minato whom I had met during my time in the Murder Game. But, somehow, those names didn't seem to fit. So, quickly, I spat out my father's name without much thought.
"I'm Solaire, it's a pleasure to meet you," I said.
Felix furrowed his brows and reached out to grab my arm. "You may be able to fool the others, but you can't fool me. You're that girl from earlier, aren't you?"
My rescuer stepped forward, pushing Felix's hand off me before I could even try to think of an answer. "That's quite enough, Felix. His name is Solaire. I don't really care for it though, so I may call him Sol for short. Do you have a problem with this?"
Felix grimaced before turning away. "No sir, Pan."
"Wait, Pan?" I questioned suddenly.
"Like, Peter Pan, their leader?"
The boy smiled. "That's me. Surprised? I don't always reveal my identity to strangers. But you're one of our brothers now. Go ahead and introduce yourself to the others. And don't act so polite or timid. If you do, the others will suspect something," Peter Pan said, giving me a gentle push on the shoulders.
"R-Right!" I said, moving to leave. I glanced behind my shoulder, however, seeing that Felix was still seething over this.
"Pan, she's a girl. We don't take girls. We never have!" he snapped.
In response, Peter Pan shoved Felix against a tree, looking him closely in the eyes. I expected that Pan would hit the boy, but ended up being a lot more gentle than I expected. "My dear Felix," he began to say, reaching to caress the male's face. "Don't you trust me? I know what I'm doing."
Felix stiffened when Pan looked at him, but seemed to melt when the other boy touched his face. "Fine, I'll let this go for now. Only for you."
Pan smirked and stepped back, giving the boy a pat on the face again. "I knew I could count on you. Now then, let's make sure our new guest is settling in." Peter Pan turned and walked back over to me, leading me to the rest of the Lost Boys. At last, I was finally one of them.
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