Imagine Peter Pan trying to lure you to come to the dark side.
“Feel it...” Peter watched you stand with your eyes closed, hand reaching out. “The power that simmers in your palm.” You squeezed your eyes shut in concentration. “Imagine what you could do with that power. You could get anything you had ever wanted.” “But wouldn’t that be cruel?” You asked and opened one of your eyes to see his reaction. “Wouldn’t it be delightful?” He asked with a sly smile. You couldn’t help but smile as well. You could steal Peter away from Wendy. He liked your power. He liked you. The only thing you’d have to do, was to get rid of her. You forced all the energy you had to go through you, letting it come from the anger you felt in your heart. A flame burst out from your palm and rested there until you told it where to go. “It would.” Peter’s face lit up in the light of the flame, but he was looking estatic. “You’re amazing.” He told you. “I know.” You smirked. Peter laughed. “Do your first dark deed. I won’t judge. Or well... I won’t give you any consequenses. I’ll congratulate you.” You felt greed consume you. “We’ll see about that.” You told him and he grinned; excited. “I can’t wait to see you again then.” He told you and you choked the flame in your palm. This would be the one choice that would lead you into the darkness.