NEVER PLOT DROP: A Game of Battle
The rock of the Battle arena was smooth and white, veined with grey, and this rock was different from the rest of the mountains. It was one of the reasons why Peter had declared it special and important. No matter how many times we fought there, or how much blood was spilled, the rock remained white and smooth. It was like the island swallowed up that blood and pushed it out again as magic, magic that kept us boys forever. It was a fanciful thought, but no more fanciful than that of the pirates thinking we drank from some magic spring for eternal youth. — Lost Boy by Christina Henry
The sound of crowing rang out to draw the attention of the Lost Boys as they crowded into the arena: who would be fighting who was announced, rules reminded without much care. This was a Battle for fun, just a game. It was practice for promises of even greater fun. The first to bleed would lose and be out of the game. The game would continue until there was only one Lost Boy who hadn’t shed a single drop. The game wouldn’t end until they had their Battle Champion.
Below the cut you’ll find the results of the game. Writers are encouraged to explore this plot drop through any means they’d like: drabbles, edits, threads, asks, etc. Gloat, lick your wounds, plot your revenge, question your life choices in whatever fashion you please! As always, if you have questions or are seeking more of that sweet, sweet lore, feel free ask for clarification or details!