Neverland’s Unknown Power
Magic screamed at her. Not whispers, not cryptic riddles, but chaotic voices clawing at her mind. No one else could hear them—not Regina, not Rumple, not even Pan. But he could compare his magic to hers, and even he had never touched something on this scale.
Pan’s Test Begins
Pan had spent years bending Neverland’s living forces to his will. The creatures, the shifting jungle—those that could breathe and move. But magic itself? That was beyond him.
Then she arrived.
She didn’t wield magic like Regina, who had trained for mastery. She didn’t command it like Rumple, who shaped it with intent. Her magic simply existed, and without meaning to, she bent Neverland back into place. Paths that shifted corrected themselves where she walked. Magic aligned with her presence.
And Pan noticed.
Direct Confrontation: The Ambush
The jungle was too quiet. Snow sensed it first, her instincts razor-sharp. "Something’s wrong."
Then Pan appeared—not mocking, not laughing. Testing.
Magic snapped toward them, a burst of chaos meant to force a reaction. Regina deflected, Emma lunged—but she didn’t wait. Her magic flared, crashing against his attack. Controlled. Strong. Different.
Pan moved fast, forced to adjust mid-strike. She wasn’t wild or reckless—she was unpredictable in a way magic should not have been.
"You’re learning," he admitted, dodging another sharp burst. "But that doesn’t mean you know."
She fired again—deliberate, intentional.
Pan barely flickered away in time. And for the first time, he wasn’t grinning.
Manipulating Neverland: The Shifting Paths
After the fight, the jungle shifted around them. Snow noticed first. "This isn’t the way we came."
Emma scowled. "Did we take a wrong turn?"
Pan, hidden, smirked.
Neverland moved. It wasn’t something they could fight—not directly. And while Pan could bend parts of it, she—she had a connection beyond his reach.
She inhaled sharply, fingers twitching.
Neverland wasn’t shifting to trap them. It was reacting to her. And her presence forced it back into place before she even realized it.
Pan waited.
Would she see it? Would she recognize how magic folded around her without effort?
Regina cursed under her breath. "We need to move."
Pan grinned from the darkness.
Soon, she’d realize what was happening.
And soon, he’d know exactly what he could do with it.
Rumple’s Realization
Rumple had been watching. He had seen her stiffen whenever magic flared too strongly. He had noticed the way chaotic spaces made her fingers twitch.
She wasn’t simply sensitive to magic.
She was tied to it.
She flinched when the air shifted unnaturally. She reacted to the ground pulsing with unseen energy. Magic itself aligned with her before she even noticed.
Rumple sat back, silent, letting the realization settle.
She wasn’t just powerful.
She was connected.
But only Pan understood the depths of it. Rumple might suspect the pattern, but he couldn’t hear the voices. He couldn’t compare it to anything.
Pan could.
Because he knew the limits of his own magic.
And now, he knew—hers was something entirely different.