I stand back, in horror at what I just saw. Tamara quickly retreated into the woods to hide with her friends. The boys swarmed Peter, checking to see if he was alright but he was stabbed. Borra takes me away from the mayhem, leading me back to camp.

I didn't even feel like I was walking, or anything really. The image of what happened replayed in my mind over and over again.

"Eden?" Borra asked. I come out of my trance, looking at him. "It will be alright." I don't say anything, going back to the camp. We stay in his tent for a little while before Felix storms into the tent.

"We'll be lucky if we don't need to get Maleficent involved."

"That bad?" Borra asked.

"Wait, why would we need to get Maleficent involved?" I ask, quiet enough that I almost didn't hear myself.

"Because she's the only one with magic that can heal Pan. We can try with herbs but we may need Maleficent to help." Felix explains.

"Well it seems you'll be seeing me anyways." The three of us turn around. Who I'm guessing was Maleficent walked into the tent, her black wings open behind her with her horns wrapped in black leather. Her black dress was dragged behind her with her staff in hand.

"I thought you said the Dark Fey were gone besides us three." I mutter.

"Maleficent was raised in the Moors, not where Felix and I were raised." Borra explains.

"Our kind were everywhere, from the tundra to the ice to the mountains to the forests. We were hidden among the people. But when I heard about you Felix making friends with the humans, I thought there was hope. But I hear from Deovon that you were in danger. That's just childish."

"Deovon?" I ask. Maleficent turns to me, looking at me as if she was wondering who I was.

"Who are you?"

"Eden." I answer.

"Eden? You're the girl I've heard Borra talked about to me."

"I-I guess?" I look at Borra who glanced at me.

"If you can't help your little friend, Borra you can come find me. I have news to tell you alone." Maleficent turned to leave the tent, opening her beautiful black wings and flying out of camp.

"She seems nice." I think out loud.

"Don't get on her bad side, she's like Regina." Felix scoffs. I scoff back, walking out of the tent as a boy ran up to me as if he'd been racing someone.

"Eden, Pan's looking for you."

"He's alright?" I ask. The boy doesn't respond nor meet my gaze, telling me what I didn't want to know. I storm past him and to the steps that lead to the tree house, walking in. It had changed a bit for where the latter to the bed was, there was now another room, the door closed. I walk in, seeing Peter on the bed, as if he was sleeping. It was quiet enough to hear him struggling to breath, clearly in pain. I sit next to him on the bed, moving the hair out of his eyes. "You can get through this, Peter. You have to because without you, I have nothing."

I lower my head, the tears falling onto the covers. The thought of losing Peter hurt me more than anything because villain or not, I still loved him.

"Hey, I thought I didn't like you crying." I opened my eyes, seeing Peter awake. His hand reached up to caress my cheek, smiling softly. I place my hand on his, holding it in mine. "It will be alright." He whispers. I rest my hands on the bed, Peter sighing. "Come here." He smiled. I crawl on the bed, laying next to Peter, my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him. "We'll get through it." He whispers. I daze off, listening the the sounds outside. The trees, the wind, the sounds of nature that have always settled me down.

"Is it true that you hid yourself away because you missed me?" I glance up at him. Peter net my gaze with a smile.

"It's hard to not have you around." He smiled at me, my heart melting. "And I hope you aren't bothered about the room being here."

"It's alright, I like it."

"Good. There was someone on the island today, someone I didn't recognize their aura."

"Oh, Maleficent. She was just checking in, angry that you got hurt."

"Really? I thought she hated me." Peter furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"I don't think anyone is able to hate you." I chuckle, slowly kissing down his neck. I could hear his breath hitch in his throat as my kisses turned to bites. My eyes closed as I search for his weak spot. Peter groans as I cover his neck in love bites. I pull away, letting him catch his breath. "I need to go get some food because I haven't eaten much today but I'll be back." I get off of the bed, heading to the door.

"Hey do you think you could get me something? I haven't eaten in days." Peter calls. I turn to look at him, nodding my head.

I close the door behind me, walking out of the the tree house and down the steps. A lot of the boys looked at me as if waiting to see if I would say their leader was dead but I only scoff, going to grab a strawberry from the table.

I bite into the sweet fruit, sighing in happiness at the food. I grab a few things for Peter, heading back to the tree house. Heading back inside, I go to the bedroom and Peter turned to look at me, or what I had with me. I sit on the bed, setting the things down as Peter started to devour everything like a mad man.

"So, they really didn't give you anything to eat." I confirm the thought I had, Peter not bothering to look up from his feast.

"No." He mutters. I try and sneak another strawberry but he slaps my hand away. I scoff. He could be so childish sometimes. "So, how was your time with your sister?"

"Alright. Hey that reminds me, what to you know of Baelfire?" Peter froze, stopping from sinking his teeth in the chicken leg as he looked at me dead in the eye.

"How do you know about Baelfire?" He snarls.

"Emma. It said he escaped Neverland without your permission. Is that true?" Peter sets his food down, looking at me.

"I'm afraid so."