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Never Neverland by VampricFaeryGirl
Never Neverland
I started drawing this because I thought I wanted a cover for the "Never" story I'm writing...but then I kind of gave in and drew a mild impression of Neverland. Instead of Wendy though, that is my OC Lola.
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CHAPTER 19: We're Rascals and Scoundrels, We're Villains

Pirate Cove was exactly how Lola remembered it—except for small traces of new damage. A few bandaged pirates were singing as they worked—and more than a few were drinking. Their singing wasn’t joyful; it was resigned. Even those emptying rum bottles were unsmiling and lifeless. Now restored to full size Lola couldn’t communicate with Blinker in the traditional sense, but when Lola asked, “Why is this happening?” Blinker wrote one word in the sand, “Pan.” The arch of Blinker’s thin, long brow made it clear that Lola should have known. Lola thought about explaining herself, that she meant why were the pirates being targeted so severely. The pirates’ homes and their ships were a part of Pan’s war game and from the feverish joy she’d seen on the Lost Boys’ faces—and how the fever had infected her brothers—war was Pan’s favourite game. But why did Pan target the pirates and not any other creature on the island? Did Pan hate the pirates that much?
            

No. It wasn’t the pirates that drew Pan here again and again. Pan bored easily, and playing the same game again and again wasn’t why he was interested in Pirate Cove. It was the scarlet-clad captain. He wasn’t a toy to Pan—unlike so many others—he was an opponent. That was why the fairy queen thought the captain was the perfect teacher for Lola.
            

Finding Pirate Cove was the easiest thing she’d done in Neverland—by a large margin—but now that she was here there was harder problem. Blinker was a fine guide. He’d pointed out hidden traps Pan’s boys had laid out for anyone unlucky to travel by foot. Lola would’ve been hanging upside by her ankles ten times over if Blinker wasn’t with her. His charming bell-like chatter was comforting too. Lola considered herself lucky to have had Blinker as a guide, really, but now what? Blinker couldn’t announce her arrival and tell the pirates she wasn’t with Pan. He couldn’t explain that the fairy queen had sent them and that the pirates should not skewer Lola. Creeping over the hill that Pan had led her over once before, Lola felt lost.
            

“The fairy queen said that Captain Hook knew she’d send me, right?” Lola bit her lip and watched Blinker nod and helpless try to communicate more. Lola remembered how the captain had a curious gleam in his eyes when he watched her persuade Pan to leave the pirates alone. Had the queen’s discussion with him taken place before or after that little war? If it was before, Hook might have second thoughts. Why would he trust some foreign girl who flew with Pan?
            

She didn’t have a Plan B. If she’d had one, now would’ve been the time to jump ship and forget trying to parley with pirates. With one last stifled groan she crossed her fingers behind her back. She followed Blinker to the rocky beach. His excitement made him glow gold with tinges of dark purple webbing out and contracting—maybe a sign of his own uncertainty or maybe Lola hadn’t figured out every colour of Blinker’s mood-ring body.
            

Lola was a few meters from the edge of the town when someone noticed her. The balding pirate with a thin low ponytail walked in a curve and had a dark glass bottle in his hand. His clothes were worn and some of the buttons were missing. He was also missing an eye—which was probably how she’d gotten close before he realized she was there. When his one eye spotted her he stopped. Well, he tried to stop, but his body swung out a moment before he got complete control. Then his feet shuffled back, boots gathered sand.
            

“Lost boy!” he slurred. He raised his empty-handed arm and waved wildly. “It’s a lost boy! Pan’s coming!”
            

Lola looked down at herself. Boy? She knew the pirate was drunk, but seriously? She was definitely female. She started to scowl and was about to shout the obvious fact of her subtle but definite curves when her wits came back to her. The drunken pirate was shouting for help—and he’d been heard.
            

The hustle was impressive. The women sewing on a front porch, the men in the tavern, the sailors on the docks, and the children knew exactly what to do before any instructions were given. Three of the sewing women tossed their work at the fourth and she hurried inside. One of the women went out to meet children running her way. The other two women had gone inside for weapons—one came out with an old, split oar and the other had a rusted sword. They joined the other woman to gather the children, bringing them inside. The sailors tied their last knots in a hurry, grabbed a free rope or weapon and rushed to shore. The men came over from the tavern. Although some of them wobbled, their determined faces were enough to help their aim true. Lola hoped the raised-arms symbol for surrender was recognized in Neverland. She stopped moving and waited for the pirates to approach her. They did. They surrounded her. While they did keep eyes on her, it was only brief glances to make sure she hadn’t moved. Their eyes were more often on the sky and the hills around. They were afraid she hadn’t come alone.
 

Blinker swooped in figures around her. Some of the pirates had clued into the fact he was talking to them. None of them spoke pixie. The synchronized display had numbed Lola’s tongue. She knew that Blinker’s attempts to explain were hopeless. She was the only one who could say why she’d come. She swallowed. The movement helped. She searched the faces for someone who might be in charge. She needed someone who would bring her to Hook—alive.
            

“I’m not a lost boy,” she said.
            

The pirates growled at her. Some laughed bitterly. They were talking amongst themselves. Half of them were calling her names like liar, lily-livered, blowfish, and a few more she was disgusted by. She hoped someone had covered the children’s ears. She tried to shout over them—she tried to get the words out but the noise was like being sucked under waves. Each outcry of rage made another pirate brave enough to join with his or her own shout. No one would listen when she said the fairy queen sent her. Her words were stifled under the crushing weight of waves. If it were one or two or even five people she might have had the chance to bite back at them with a sarcastic comment or even a soliloquy about how to treat a girl with human dignity. But there were more than twenty people spewing their hatred, blaming her for vile deeds.

 

It wasn’t the first time Lola had faced a group of bullies. When she was little she’d hadn’t kept what she saw to herself. Sometimes she’d accidentally react to the shadows and people would stare at her strangely and she’d hear the things they whispered as they walked away. She’d been bullied in school, mostly typical things. Some of the girls called her strange. A school mate she’d once warned about his grandfather’s shadow following him often called her retarded and sometimes positioned himself at corners to trip her when she passed. The first few times she’d done exactly what her parents taught her—with her own flare added. She told him to stop and she told him exactly what happened to baby-faced pig-nosed weasels that didn’t know how to treat a girl. After that—and a confusing trip to the headmistress’ office that resulted in her being told to treat others with respect—she didn’t let little bullies bother her. She let them call her names or laugh at her. She ignored them.

 

Pirates weren’t like snickering children. The pirates weren’t calling her names to hide their own insecurities or because they were bored. There were at least twenty swords jabbing in her direction. The circle was shrinking. If she didn’t say something to convince them she would have more blood on her outside than her inside. Her hands were shaking. She heard herself gasp as gleaming silver poked her shoulder. She jerked away. The circle had shrunk again. They were all close enough to slice her with one short swing. Any one of them could do it. Her eyes blurred with sudden tears. She drew her arms close, breathing shallow, feet planted side by side, and knees locked from fear. She wanted to scream.
            

Blinker’s bell-voice was frantic. The pitch was painful. The pirates started shouting at Blinker to fly off or he’d be next. Next! They were going to kill her. She almost dropped to her knees, so close to curling into herself, to hide every inch of her that she could. She knew it wouldn’t be enough to save her but she couldn’t felt the will of her own body. She heard herself whisper, “Please.” She wasn’t brave. How silly she was. All those years drawing adventures on pages and now she was in a real storybook moment. She wasn’t a storybook heroine. She was afraid.
            

“Alright ye slovenly, scurvy, sea dogs!” The shout silenced the circle. Lola stopped whispering her plea and quietly, keeping her breathing shallow and so very quiet, she listened.
            

A second voice, this one much older shouted, “Move aside you flea ridden sloths! The last one in the Captain’s way will be dancing with the mermaids tonight. Unless you lousy lot have learned how to breathe underwater, I suggest you learn some discipline.”
            

With the gruff warning the circled parted. Lola was on her knees. She had enough courage to wipe her cheeks, sniffle, and swallowed the last of her whimpering. She couldn’t stand yet. Her eyes went were all the eyes went. The riotous circle opened into a horseshoe Captain Hook walked through.
            

He stood far enough that Lola didn’t have to crane her neck back, but close enough the fading sun cast his shadow over her. With the golden light behind him the scarlet of his coat and feathered hat seemed to blend in—like the sun shone through him. Maybe it was because he stopped the crazed pirates with a simple appearance, or maybe it was the cunning, but jovial expression he wore, but Lola had never be awed by a single person like she was awed by Captain Hook. She understood why the fairy queen thought he could teach her to defeat Pan. She understood why Pan chose him as his sworn enemy. Every inch of the captain was as regal as a fairytale prince. His composure was the same—like he could battle sea monsters and climb towers without tearing a seam or losing a button. But then there were his eyes. His eyes were the blue of crystal-like tropical waters. Clear as his eyes were, they were more like a mirror than a window. They certainly weren’t windows to his soul—if he even had one. Lola didn’t have to look into his eyes long before she knew this was a man whose greatest joy was being the villain.
            

That simple truth evaporated Lola’s fear. All of Neverland was crumbling because of Pan. The fairy queen was dying. The Lost Boys were becoming goblins. No one was safe from the changes. As much Captain Hook lived to be the villain, he couldn’t be. Pan was the villain of the story. That left no place for Hook—unless he was the hero.
            

Hook’s eyes searched her. He’d been grinning when he’d seen her cowering, but now that she knew what he was, he was disappointed. She stood straight and looked at him with dry eyes. His eyes lifted to the crowd. His arms gestured when he spoke and from the occasional quirk of his lips it was clear he particularly liked gesturing with his hook. He liked the way the gathered crowd eyed it with a mix of respect and discomfort.
            

“The number of offenses committed with this little exercise are very disappointing,” he said. Some of the men hung their heads. Everyone lowered or sheathed their weapons. “Who called his name?”
            

The crowd breathed in unison. A half second later everyone stepped back—except the drunken pirate who had noticed me. He wasn’t surprised he’d been given up. He seemed to accept that if they hadn’t stepped back he would’ve stepped forward. Hook went towards the man with casual but firm footfalls. When he reached the man he put his arm over his shoulder, the tip of his hook close to the man’s cheek, an inch below his one good eye.
            

“What is the law?” Hook asked nonchalantly.
            

The pirate’s mouth quivered. His bottle—still in hand—sloshed from shaking. “Don’t say the devil’s name or he’ll come.”
            

“That’s it,” Hook agreed. He glanced around the crowd, his piercing eyes encouraging them to all nod their heads. They did. “Do you know who this girl is?”
            

The drunken pirate looked at Lola. Lola stared back at him. Lola frowned and the pirate looked back at Hook. Lola and the drunken pirate were both very confused by Hook’s question.
            

“I don’t know who she is either,” Hook said with a laugh. He looked over his crowd and they laughed too. The drunken pirated started to laugh. “But…I do know, she’s not him.” The laughter faded. Grim faces replaced the moment. The drunken pirate closed his eyes and tightened his hand around the bottleneck. “You saw one girl. One girl.” Hook stepped away from the pirate. The crowd held their breath. “For your mistake—not to mention incorrectly calling this girl a lost boy—punishment is necessary. However,”—he crossed his arms behind her back, his hand holding the wrist of his hooked hand—“you were the first to notice the intruder and that deserves commendation.  For that your punishment will be reduced. The tavern will not allow you admittance for two days.” The drunken pirate almost dropped his bottle—but he grabbed it with his other hand and watched it like it was the last of it in the world. “Also, you have lost your place on my ship. Mr. Smee, please promote…whoever was next on the list.”
            

Mr. Smee—scratching his grungy Santa beard—whistled at a young man in the crowd. “Zachary, you’ve been promoted.”
            

A young man with tight curly red hair—not much older than Jensen—grinned. A few men clapped him on the back. The drunken pirate moved to the back of the crowd, too ashamed to be in plain sight.
            

“Onto my next disappointment,” Hook said. He raised his arm out straight and it went to the bell that Lola had heard ringing when Pan had attacked Pirate Cove. “Who ran for the warning bell?” Eyes dropped in the crowd. Others shook their head shamefully. “Not one man considered that there might be someone who could not hear the warning. There might be men on the ships or women in the cellars. What if there was a child somewhere in town or in the water who hadn’t heard?” Hook dropped his arm. There was tightness in his normally smooth voice.
            

“That’s why I suggested a schedule, Captain,” Mr. Smee said. He grinned. The way he nodded at the crowd was definitely bragging. “Two men at dawn, change over at noon, change at dusk. Easy to remember.” He crossed his arms over his round belly.
            

Hook’s expression flattened. He set a hand on his hip and frowned at Smee. Some of the crowd rolled their eyes. Whatever respect the Scarlet Captain had was not shared with his first mate. Smee raised a hand and smiled apologetically at Hook. Lola wasn’t sure how to react to this town meeting, but the way they crowd responded to Smee was infectious. There was lightness to the feel of the crowd now. Even Hook had warmed.
            

“Unfortunately I am forced to acknowledge that Mr. Smee’s suggestion is a good one,” Hooks said. He smirked. The crowed chuckled. Smee pretended to scowl, but the brightness of his eyes contradicted.
            

Lola’s jaw dropped. It was an act: the pirates pretending to be foul-mouthed scourges, Mr. Smee as an old fool, and Hook as the villain—Pirate Cove was a play. The pirates were a theatrical company, acting their parts whenever there was an audience. They only sang and let their worries show when no one was around to witness it. What Lola was seeing now was a slip, an improvisation. Pan’s Neverland was full of games and tricks. Why shouldn’t the pirates be a jovial act?
            

“Since Mr. Thompson has some free time I’m certain he would volunteer for the new position,” Hook said, his voice more relaxed than before. The role of awe-inspiring captain was forgotten. Even the villainy in his eyes had been changed into something smaller. “Be at the bell at dusk, Mr. Thompson.”
            

“Aye, Captain!”
            

“Finally I must address the last committed offense,” Hook shouted. He smirked and he winked at Smee. “Bad form.”
            

The crowd muttered amongst themselves with a sudden understanding. Lola didn’t get it. If Hook meant fighting form, they’d looked good to her. Hook approached her and offered his hand to her. “Our sincerest apologies, Miss,” he said, his voice smooth again. “Attacking a young lady alone is considerably deplorable. Attacking an unarmed woman alone…” He gripped her arm by her elbow when she didn’t take his hand. “Very bad form. Miss…we will make amends for this dishonourable action.” He dipped his head and crossed his hook over his chest.
            

Lola stepped back and curled her arm in, away from him. “If you really mean that…” Hook’s head raised and his brows scrunched quizzically. “Then you will agree to speak with me alone.” Blinker landed on her shoulder and he patted her cheek. It was reminiscent of a high-five. It gave her the courage to smile. “The fairy queen sent me to meet with you, Captain Hook.”
Never: Chapter 19 - We're Rascals and Scoundrels
Title: We're Rascals and Scoundrels, We're Villains
(from Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean ride)

Summary: Lola has jumped ship from Team Pan to Team Pirate because the fairy queen asked her to kill Pan--to save Neverland. Since Pan is the villain of the story, Lola has to meet with Pan's nemesis Captain Hook so he can teach her how to get the better of Pan. Blinker, a pixie, is her guide but the pirates don't seem as convinced as the fairy queen that Lola is the hero they've been hoping for...

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The fairy queen’s castle was wood. Towers, wide staircases and walls made from warm, cinnamon brown wood, grown and pruned into the structure. Chandeliers were bundles of violets with little glow bugs fluttering around them. Blinker fluttered in a hurry, not giving Lola much time to gape, but gape she did. The circular opening was wide and lead into a hollow hall. The hall was wide enough to host all of the mound’s winged inhabitants. Lola hesitated a moment a few steps in, to spun in a slow, uneven circle, imagining the glittering court and the jingling laughter. In the centre of the hollowed hall was a winding staircase that went up and up. There were branches—literally—leading off to form levels of the castle. Blinker easily flew up beside the staircase but Lola had to run up the stairs to match Blinker’s pace. Blinker paused once when she noticed how far behind Lola was, muttered something about “the inadequacy of humans”, and sat on the thin, braided handrail. Lola stood a moment, half-pretending to be in awe of the room she saw at the end of a branch and half catching her breath. The design of the castle was starting to remind Lola of a beehive. Instead of honeycombs the nooks and room were designed from the root rather than carved out. Everything was winding and warm. The room Lola could see into had another violet-chandelier and seemed to be a sitting room. There was furniture made from dandelion fluff and rose petals. On a mushroom-table was an open book. For a second Lola wondered why it looked so much like an ordinary book when everything else was made natural, unaltered, but paper was made from trees. Maybe the pixies didn’t treat it with chemicals as humans did, but it wasn’t that odd that a little pixie meddling would create pretty pages. She wondered if it crinkled like Birchwood bark or if it was soft like the paper she was familiar with.
            

Blinker had enough of Lola’s gaping, called her slow—and implied it was about more than her speed—and flew up. Lola reluctantly turned away from the curious room and followed Blinker. Blinker didn’t zoom away this time. He let Lola follow with a steady jog instead of a breathless run up the stairs.
            

The stairs reached an arched ceiling. A floor closed in on the stairs, forming an opening only big enough for the stairs to peek through. Lola stepped off the last step into what was unequivocally the greatest room she’d ever been in. She’d seen images of royal throne rooms and she’d sketched a few variations, but being there in person made her heart pound.
            

There were two rows of kaleidoscope pools. They were shaped like seven-pointed stars, but with softened, curved corners. The ceiling had flower chandeliers, petals of deep red, black lilies, and baby’s-breath with gold stems. The glow bugs were dim, almost sleepy, but there were so many Lola had no trouble seeing. The colours reflected in the pools didn’t match the colours of the chandeliers. The images were shattered geometric shapes, pivoting and changing. Lola couldn’t make sense of the images she saw in the pools. When she looked away from one kaleidoscope pool she’d hear it whisper. When she looked back the pools were silent. The walls had spirals and artistic knots of branches and multiple shades of green sprouts. There was a centre aisle between the two rows that was paved with large curved shells. The shells were like red pearls, a shimmering rainbow found ways around the deep red. Lola stepped on one and heard a faint hum. She stepped on another and carefully listened for another hum. It was a different note. She stepped on a third. The red shell aisle was a path of notes.
            

The shells and the knotted branches met at the end of the room. Together they wove into a large throne. Thorns and blooms of violet sprung through the woven throne. It was large enough to fit three pixies in the seat, but there only sat one. Her dress was like moonlight. The train was long, flowing from behind her and reaching out alongside the two nearest kaleidoscope pools. Her skin was dark. Her body was long, thin, and sharp. Her hair was coal black, her curls pooling behind her shoulders and falling over her throne. She wore a crown of gold branches with two upshots like antlers. Her eyes were the same gold as her crown.
            

Blinker settled down a few feet from the fairy queen’s feet and kneeled. “Most beautiful majesty,” he said. “This is the girl the eternal child brought to Neverland.” Blinker looked over his shoulder and waved Lola forward, his squinting eyes urging her to hurry.
            

Lola hurriedly, but with as much grace as she could muster, crossed the shell aisle. She kneeled beside Blinker and bowed her head.
            

The fairy queen smiled. “What name do they call you, human girl?” Her voice was deep, but with the sweetness, like rich honey and almond milk. It reminded Lola of early morning curled inside warm bed-sheets. The queen’s gentle smile had the fondness of someone familiar.
            

“Lola.” She bowed her head deeper and thankfully remembered to add, “Your majesty.”
            

“Do you know how long you’ve been in Neverland?” the queen inquired.
            

“Not long,” Lola said quickly. She frowned. She hadn’t spent a night yet. “A few hours, maybe a quarter of a day.”
            

Blinker made a gasp like a sharp note on a violin. The queen raised her fingers from her throne’s armrests and Blinker held still. “It has been three days.”
            

Lola’s neck and shoulders tightened. She raised one knee for a moment, but caught Blinker’s squinting at her. Lola resumed her respectful kneeling. “There hasn’t been a sunset. And I think I’d notice if more than a day went by—I’d probably fall asleep.”
            

“Neverland is not like most worlds,” the fairy queen said, her smile waning. “It is that child who decides if there is night. Because he desires endless fun, there is no need for tiredness. You will never need sleep. Because no human child can change in Neverland, never grow old, never grow tired—they never notice that there is time in Neverland. It is not the same time as other worlds, but it is time. It is already morning in your home world, Lola. The third morning.”
            

Lola’s knee rose. “But P—but he promised no one would notice we’d be gone. He said we’d be back before anyone would notice.” The comfort the queen’s voice gave her wasn’t enough to calm the shaking beginning. She bit her lip. She felt stupid saying it out loud. He’d promised. He’d promised?  Pan had his own way of thinking. Maybe he’d meant it when he’d said it. Maybe he’d knowingly lied.
            

“He wanted you to come,” the queen said tonelessly. Her chin raised an inch. The chandelier light cast a dark shadow down her throat. She raised a hand to her temple, weaving a finger around a ringlet, and a shadow followed long with her hand. Her nails were long and sharp. “The eternal child said what he could to make you come. It did not matter to him if it sounded like a promise. He only heard you say yes.” The queen cast out her hand and the pool closest to Lola rippled. The colours formed into shapes, first out of focus and then Lola recognized her parents. They were in the living room and someone was taking notes. Lola’s heart skipped. Her parents were reporting their missing children. Had she really been gone that long already?
            

Lola stood. “I have to go home.” She looked away from the pool before the scene could make her cry. “I have to find Jensen and Mason and”—she glanced between Blinker and the queen with her mouth popped open for half a second—“you wouldn’t have some pixie dust you could spare…?”
            

The queen laughed deeply. She folded her hands together. “Blinker.” The pixie shot to her feet. “Lola will need pixie dust.”
            

“But—your majesty—she is a human…” Blinker’s lip trembled. There seemed to be more to his argument, but instead of speaking he and the queen stared at each other for a minute. Blinker’s wings twitched and his knees shook. The queen’s gentle smile was gone. She stared at him, clearly not amused. Whatever rule she was breaking mattered to Blinker—but what mattered more was that she was the queen. Being queen trumped the rules. Blinker finally nodded and dejectedly flew away. The queen watched him go for a moment and then turned her warm smile towards Lola.
            

“Generally we do not allows humans access to our most precious gift,” she explained. “Ordinarily I would not allow even a girl in need our pixie dust, but we are about to agree to a trade.”
            

Lola winced. “A trade?” She knew making deals with strangers—even if they were royalty—was rarely a wise decision.
            

“The eternal child must be killed.”
            

Lola paled. She kneeled again, more to keep herself from stumbling than to show respect. “A mermaid told me the same thing.”
            

The queen’s hands unfolded and she brought a hand to her chin, highlighting the distraught downturn of her face. “There was a time I could say no one would wish him anything but infinitely happy—save the pirates—but that was before Wendy. Now the eternal child is as sick as I am.”
            

Lola frowned and raised a brow. The queen caught this and smiled weakly. “I know I seem well, but would you believe that I cannot leave this throne?” She reached a hand behind her back and pulled on some sheer lace. Except it wasn’t lace. Lola’s throat dried and her face paled. The realization made her sick. How stupid she was not to notice that the queen had no wings. What was left was a disintegrating sheet. There was hardly enough left to hold between her fingers. “As queen I had the priveledge of the most beautiful wings in Neverland. Now this…”—her fingers released the pitiful remnants and her eyelids fluttered, drying the start of tears—“I have only days left. Once my wings are gone this body will fade until even the memory of me is dead. No one will know I existed. That is how a fairy dies.”
            

Lola fisted her hands. She’d met the fairy queen less than a minute before but she felt like she’d known her for years—like a second mother she’d only known in dreams. And Pan was killing her. “If you die…what happens to the pixies?”
            

She frowned and looked out at the pools. “One by one, the same thing will happen to them. It will happen slowly, but soon even his precious pixie dust will be gone. There will be none alive to make it. When the pixie dust is gone, our home will disappear. When there is no home, no pixie can be born.” The queen’s eyelids fluttered and she waved another pool to show the image of a newborn human. “The death of my kind will reach your world and you will know it when laughter dies. A pixie is born from a baby’s first laugh. The disappearance of our home will trap that first laughter, changing your world in ways that even I cannot predict.”
            

“Does he know?” Lola touched her hand to her throat. The gem golems were born from the spark of invention. Pixies were born from a baby’s first laugh. Neverland worked in ways Lola couldn’t begin to understand. How many things would be destroyed if Pan selfishly held Neverland hostage?
            

“He forgets,” she said with an angry, mocking grin. “The boy does not like to think of sad things. The horrible truth is that the one thing he should forget—the one thing to save Neverland—is what is killing us now.”
            

“Wendy,” Lola said. “If he dies it’s like a reset button. He’ll forget he’s brokenhearted and you and everyone n Neverland will be okay again.”
            

“Yes.” The queen reached out her hand and waved Lola up.
            

Lola stood and, as beckoned, approached the throne. The queen took Lola’s hand in hers and held it gently. “You are an outsider,” the queen said quietly. “There are rules that cannot be broken—the reason this place is called Neverland—there are things that can never happen. You are the only one who is exception to that. You can kill what cannot die.”
            

Lola felt her breathing quicken. She shook her head. She tried to step back but the queen’s grip tightened. “I can’t. I can’t kill anyone! Never mind…him. I can’t.”
            

“It must be you,” the queen ordered. Her smile became fierce. “I believe you can. I see power in you. You have stories within you—worlds in your eyes. You must take that power and make yourself stronger than you think you are. Or else…we all die.”
            

“No pressure?” Lola laughed bitterly. She was having trouble breathing.
            

“Go to Captain Hook,” the queen said. “If anyone can teach you how to kill the boy, he can. He will. Blinker has spoken with his servant Smee. He knows I am meant to send you.”
            

Lola yanked her hand free. “You’ve been planning on me murdering someone before you even met me?”
            

“I planned the only way to save Neverland,” she insisted. “If you do this, I promise you and your brothers—and every child the boy has poisoned—will return home.”
            

Lola stilled. She thought of the goblins. How long as they been trapped in Neverland? Her parents already thought she was missing and she’d thought she’d been gone for a few hours. Some of the boys had clothes older than she was. Were their families still looking for them? How horrible to be homesick for years or decades. Lola was their one chance to free them from being monsters. She had to—temporarily—kill Pan. It was like a video game, really. She had to beat the final boss and that was the only way to help him. He’d restart once she won.
            

“Captain Hook can teach me?” Lola questioned. “Has he ever won? I don’t mean to be a downer, but he did lose his hand…and that’s not his first loss from what I’ve heard.”
            

“Captain Hook loses because that is one of Neverland’s rules; the pirates never win,” the queen answered. “Even so there have been many times the captain has come quite close. With his knowledge and skill you can win.”
            

Lola sighed. She crossed her arms. “I’m the only one who can do this?”
            

Blinker came flying in with a bag of pixie dust as big as he was. Giddily he showed the queen his fast work. “Three month’s work of pixie dust! This should do!”
            

“For a human that will last barely three days,” the queen warned. “Be careful with it, Lola. Keep a happy thought in your mind, something strong and not a passing fancy, and it will last longer.” Lola nodded. “Blinker will take you to Pirate Cove.” Blinker agreed with a low bow and a nod. “Leave now. There is little time. Neverland worsens by the hour.”
            

Lola bowed and then Blinker grabbed her by the hand. Blinker peppered some pixie dust over Lola and told her to get her happy thought ready. Lola blanked. She was too worried to remember a long lasting happy thought. She scrambled to find even a small happy thing. Saving her brothers. That was happy, right? She didn’t feel lift-off. Maybe it had to be something tangible. Something she could recall with all five-senses. She thought of her first time flying. Being pushed through the window had been terrifying, but the moment after was like being a feather one the breeze or a shooting star. She imagined feeling that rush of freedom again. Her feet floated off the floor. Blinker tugged on her hand. Lola waved the queen goodbye and Blinker pulled Lola down. Lola didn’t need the stairs this time and it was certainly faster to fly.
            

Pixies stopped and waved and wished her courage on her quest to save Neverland. They all had heard that their lives depended on her. Lola couldn’t wave back. She stared at Blinker’s back and let herself be dragged behind. In a minute Blinker’s had flown Lola out of the pixie mound and without any of the trouble Lola’s had slipped out of the fairy ring. Outside the fairy ring Lola regained her size. Blinker, despite being so small, easily had the strength to tug Lola. It was an amusing sight and Lola found herself smirking. The energy of her own smile was enough to shrink her dread. She was Neverland’s only hope—if a certain pirate could teach her to defeat the legendary Pan.

Never: Chapter 18 - Blink and You'll Miss It
Summary: The road so far has led Lola from a dream-like adventure with the mysterious Pan to the revelation that Pan isn't the hero of the story. Children are becoming monsters. The mermaids tell her Pan is bad when his back is turned. Now she's about to meet with a fairy queen. What would does the queen of Neverland's pixie want with a disillusioned lost girl?

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Centaur:
[ ] You are rather wild, and let your instincts run you.
[ ] You get drunk a lot.
[ ] Bravery and boldness is second nature to you.
[x] You have a deep love for astronomy and the universe.
[x] You like to read your daily horoscope.
[ ] You have a high level of pride in yourself.
[ ] In the woods is the best place for you to be.
[ ] You are spiritual.
[ ] The horse is your favorite animal.
[ ] You are possessive and territorial.
Total: 2

Elf:
[ ] Your ears are slightly pointed at the tips (be honest!).
[x] You are very intelligent.
[ ] Your five senses are extremely keen.
[ ] Your weight is quite a bit lighter than the average person at your particular height.
[ ] You always wear elegant clothes and speak as politely as possible.
[ ] You are most at peace when you are gazing at something beautiful, like nature.
[x] You look very young for your age.
[x] You rarely get sick.
[ ] You are a very hard worker.
[ ] Above all other superpowers, you would love to read minds or see the future.
Total: 3

Fairy:
[ ] You are happy a lot of the time.
[x] The best superpower to you would be to fly.
[x] You are very shy.
[ ] You love the forest and plant life in general.
[x] You are always willing to help others, even if you might not be the best to offer aid.
[ ] You are young and short.
[ ] Dancing is one of your favorite pastimes.
[ ] If someone ticks you off, you are very clever with getting them back.
[ ] Your clothing isn't always presentable, but you are comfortable with what you wear.
[ ] Circles are a wonderful symbol of unity to you.
Total: 3

Gnome/Dwarf:
[ ] You are excellent with crafts and handiwork.
[ ] In social situations, you tend to be a little awkward.
[ ] You are short for your age.
[ ] You are an isolationist.
[ ] You love to play practical jokes on people.
[ ] You are extremely fascinated with jewelry.
[ ] You look older than your age.
[ ] You love the woods and the mountains.
[ ] You are well off, or come from a family that is well off.
[ ] You have a short temper.
Total: 0

Harpy/Siren:
[ ] You are best at talking bad about people behind their backs and not to their face.
[ ] When you are annoyed, you will go to a great extent to torment whoever did so to you.
[ ] You often take things that aren't yours.
[] You are easily angered.
[ ] Death fascinates you.
[x] You are female, or a feminine-looking man.
[ ] You associate yourself with the wind element.
[ ] You can switch quickly between your light and dark side.
[ ] You love to trick others.
[ ] You have a ravenous appetite.
Total: 1

Mermaid:
[ ] You love the beach moreso because of the water than the shore itself.
[ ] Fish are some of the most beautiful creatures to you.
[ ] The ultimate superpower to you would be to breathe underwater.
[ ] You enjoy looking at ships, but not riding them, as well as you like ships for traveling, not hunting in the sea.
[ ] You are good at swimming.
[ ] You like to collect shells.
[ ] You use sea items as jewelry or decoration.
[ ] You enjoy learning about the ocean and the life inside it.
[ ] You are extremely against ocean pollution, and someday, perhaps (if you haven't already), you will work to stop that.
[ ] Legs on land are not as important as a fin in the sea.
Total: 0

Vampire:
[x] You're a night person.
[ ] You have a fascination with blood.
[x] You are extremely pale.
[ ] You wish you had a bat as a pet.
[ ] You are not religious at all.
[ ] Tight spaces are not scary or uncomfortable for you.
[x] The sun's glare annoys you all too often.
[ ] You hate food with lots of garlic in it.
[ ] To you, a kiss on the neck is more romantic than a kiss on the cheek or lips.
[x] You don't like sharp objects near you.
Total: 4

Werewolf:
[x] The full moon is the most beautiful scene to you.
[ ] You have a lot of body hair.
[ ] The ability to shapeshift is the best superpower to you.
[ ] You prefer gold over silver items.
[ ] You lack self control.
[ ] You find it easier to have sympathy for animals than for humans.
[ ] You have a deep respect for wolves and wild dogs.
[x] You like to be alone.
[ ] You have a terrible secret and you only tell people you trust 100% about it.
[ ] You'd rather be outdoors than indoors.
Total: 2

Wizard/Witch:
[ ] You love chemistry.
[ ] You are intuitive and good at analyzing people, to the point that people seriously or jokingly say you're psychic.
[x] The most amazing supernatural power to you is controlling the elements.
[ ] You are a nature lover.
[x] You have a strong sense of responsibility (you use your talents positively)
[x] You spent a lot of time alone.
[ ] You usually hang around with a certain animal all the time when you feel lonely.
[ ] You are spiritual, but not necessarily religious.
[ ] Cooking is one of your favorite things to do.
[x] You enjoy learning about Wicca and the occult.
Total: 4

Zombie:
[x] You are pale
[ ] You are hungry a lot.
[ ] Many activities you do every day make you feel mindless, or like a drone.
[x] Most of the time you or a part of you is cold.
[ ] You love to eat meat.
[ ] You would resort to cannibalism if that was the only source of food.
[ ] You make grunts and moans a lot (such as when you're tired, are annoyed, etc.).
[ ] You enjoy learning about psychology because you study the brain.
[] You usually walk slow.
[ ] You are not afraid of seeing a lot of blood or getting a lot of blood on yourself.
Total: 2

I guess that means...I'm a witch...and a vampire. Vampire witch. Cool. Two of the things I like most. Buffy and Harry Potter, combined.
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