Neverland was dark, as usual. The stars shining brightly in the night sky. Despite Pans cruel and villainous behavior , he had a way of making beauty in the little things.

Though, he didn't expect a visitor. Especially not you. He sat in a log in front of the campfire, making an arrow. The Lost Boys were already asleep, their snores being heard even through the huts.

The island had been dying. So has he. For months, he had been trying to find the heart of a true believer. But doing that was difficult. Extremely difficult. The stress has been wearing on him, even the Lost Boys noticed, no matter how much he refused to admit it. He was a powerful being, but not powerful enough to keeps Neverlands magic alive on his own. He either needed the heart of a true believer, or someone just as powerful as him.*

He heard a twig snap from somewhere beside him, in the trees. he narrowed his sharp, piercing blue eyes, seemingly piercing through you even through the darkness of the shadows of the jungle.