You had been a lost girl for just under a year. The only lost girl. You had to work twice as hard to prove yourself, react to anything and you’re a hormonal girl with issues. But this? This was too far.

You didn’t even remember how it started; he said something, god knows what, that pissed you off so much. Fast forward to now as you’re chasing a lost boy through the forest. You were always good at running, but this… this was fast.

You leapt over a thick tree root sticking out from the ground as you gained on the boy. That was until he took a sharp turn left, running into camp, screaming, refusing to stop, refusing to let her catch up

Lost boy: “Pan! Pan, help me!”