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An Unlikely...companionship? || iwalkwithlostboys

It's been a few weeks since Phoenix was captured by the lost boys. He had created hundreds of plans for new blades, he knew that he wouldn't get away with that excuse for much longer. He decided to finally put he forge to use. He went and started to get the forge heated up to temperature and then started to forge a blade.

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                                               Feet dance over fallen twigs and dead leaves that decorate the forest floor underneath him - he’s careful as to where he places his feet within the darkness that consumes the boy like the velvet night consumes a once dreamy sky that painted itself above Neverland. The scarred youth is successful when navigating himself around the island, but like most boys, he’s a deer within the lights of a car when it comes to navigating himself around within the thickness of the black. He has yet to navigate himself successfully like Peter seems to do so - which brings the blond to wonder if Peter has returned back to camp yet. If so, he’ll question very little on where his leader has been and will simply make himself aware to the many who crowd a spitting and orange, flickering fire.

                 Passing a tree - fingers graze of the bark, and even within the dark, the boy senses that he is manoeuvring himself within the right direction. Fingers soak up the feel of the bark, rough against the pads of finger tips, and Felix gracefully dances between the spaces of trunks, dancing within one space and dancing around the other and he continues to do so, with that free spirit of his until a foot crashes down upon what he believes to have been a dried twig. The crack and snap of the once live wood oddly enough echoes and rustles the leaves that cling to trees like wooden posts attempt to cling to the earth in a tornado.

                                                          It’s then he feels it. The sharpness of something, something cold dipping through his shoulder, drawing blood and creating a deep gaze that fills quickly with a crimson colouring. His own blood. An arrow. He hisses loudly with his pain, immediately clamps a fingers over the wound, whilst grey hues dart around the attempt of finding the culprit. It surprises him that someone is even out of the camp at this time… Either that or there is someone else upon the island… Or Peter.

                     The wound feels warm against his hand, and Felix can already feel the blood boiling underneath and the skin raise, redden and bruise. The boy utters, utters something about the culprit being idiotic, foolish - he’d say blind and yet he’s mentally telling himself it was a good shot.

                            Though the sky that loomed above Neverland was always dark  to look upon, it seemed much darker this night. Maybe it was because of the moon that had not shown its presence behind the clouds, or maybe it was because of the darkness within the King himself, that was reflected high above. None the less it made the dark forest terribly dangerous to walk within, as you never knew what was lurking outside of the compound that belonged to Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. But none the less someone had chosen to walk the forest at the most suspicious of hours.                             Being in tune with every grain of sand on the island, was a pretty big advantage when it came to sensing the presence of pretty much every- one on the island. He knew someone had been walking the forest floor outside of the camp; and it wasn’t in a route he’d instructed someone to walk. So instead of handling all the fun to the lost boys, he’d decided to take matters into his own hands. But of course neither he would walk the forest without problem.                             With a crossbow clutched in his hand, carelessly hanging by his side, he would walk the forest in utter silence. Carefully listening to what was surrounding him, his green eyes would narrow as he tried to focus on what lied ahead of him. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the faint cry of a child, weeping for their mother. But there were no mothers in Neverland. There had not been one in many years, so to speak.                             But the sound of a cracking branch was loud enough for him to hear, and he knew at once it was no roaming animal, but a footstep. Aiming his crossbow, he would fire the arrow with very little hesitation, and it’s hard to tell how, but somehow he knew it was not a missed target.                              “That’ll teach you not to sne---” but Pan never got to finish off  that cocky sentence, because as his feet carried him through the branches, the  sound of dry branches cracking where he put his foot, one very familiar silhouette came into his sight.  “Felix?” he asked as he came to a halt, his voice surprised yet concerned and slightly annoyed.                                                                 “Didn’t I tell you to watch over the boys?”

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"What a strange place this is..."

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     The only eminent feeling Sydney has at that moment is nervousness. She really wasn't sure if the dress she picked is lovely. But she was very much excited about this dance--this school dance to be exact. What makes it more very exciting? Declan. Of course. He will always be the reason. And he's also the reason as to why she was feeling nervous. What if he won't like how she looks? Aside from that, what if that wretched girl see them together, not as friends, but more than that already? Her heart can't stop thumping loudly inside her rib cage. Breathless she become from time to time, when finally, she decided to walk through that open door and emerge to be seen by many people.

      Time seemed to have stopped, once people have noticed her presence. It was hard not to notice her--Sydney was illuminating in the white dress she was wearing. It was like there was an apparition of some sort. She was just thankful of Mary-Margaret to have helped her with everything. Her childlike eyes then tried to look for Declan, a small smile on her face.

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"Who be you?"

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She has a bad feeling about him. Perhaps that's why her wolf pups are cowering behind her.

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Back From the Dead

Rufio was honestly nervous. He was nervous, scared, worried, anxious? 

All of them. Every single lost boy,including Felix, had believed that Hook killed him all those years ago. However, Hook didn't kill him. The codfish wouldn't have even tried to dare kill one of Peter's main boys. No--it was all fabricated.  

Everything. 

Pan wanted to train Rufio. One on one training for the real world. Pan had chosen him, out of all the boys to be taken with the rest of the Enchanted Forest inhabitants away with that curse the Evil queen had cast. Pan wanted a boy in the inside. He said that in this town, he would finally find the boy that he had been searching for, for centuries. 

So, he complied without any hesitation. Rufio helped Hook and Pan set up his death and then for the next twenty years he was held up in one of the many caves in Neverland. He wasn't allowed to interact with anyone other than Hook or Peter--the only two that knew that he was really alive.

After his training, Rufio was taken to Storybrooke and lived the next twenty eight years there as Maximums Livings--your average, everyday teenager.

Now that he was back in Neverland, Rufio was sacred to face his friends. Would they be happy and accpet him back? Or would they give him the cold shoulder. Taking a chance, Rufio stepped into camp.

"Hey boys."