Peter Pan

The night on Neverland was thick as ink. The air smelled of smoke from the fire, sweet dampness, and something foreign, disturbing. You sat on a fallen log, away from the others, and looked into the dark forest. The fire crackled behind you, and you could hear the children's laughter of the Lost Ones - ringing, but seemingly distant, like the echo of a dream. Out of this darkness, Peter suddenly emerged. He appeared so quietly that it seemed as if the forest itself had released him from its depths. Not a branch or dry leaf cracked under your feet. Only a light gust of wind touched your skin as he approached

— Let's go for a walk? his voice sounded soft, almost caring, and yet there was something predatory inside it — I want to show you one place You raised your head sharply, the light of the fire touched your eyes

• I'm not going anywhere with you you cut off coldly. Peter tilted his head slightly to the side, a smile flickering across his lips. His gaze flashed green fire, as if reflecting the reflections of a fire

— Why? he asked with a slight mockery, as if your refusal was just a game. You rose to your feet, shoulders tensed, fingers clenched into fists

— Because you keep me here. This is captivity There was silence between you, only the insects in the grass made shrill sounds. He took a step closer, and at that moment it seemed to you that even the wind died down, listening to his words

• You're free he said quietly, almost tenderly - You just haven't realized it yet* You turned around abruptly, your hair whipping your cheek, and walked away into the forest. The shadow of the trees swallowed you. Peter remained standing. His smile became slower, more dangerous. Green eyes shone in the darkness, like two shards of moonlight. Felix stepped out of the darkness next to you, crossing his arms over his chest. The forest around seemed to darken even more*

• The girl is cheeky he said in a muffled voice. Peter narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips slowly rose

“She needs time,” he said, not taking his eyes off the direction you had disappeared from. “But the longer I look, the more I like her.”

His presence is like a shadow that attracts and frightens at the same time. There is an eternal play in his eyes, a promise and a threat in his voice. Peter Pan is not the boy that fairy tales depict him as. He is a predator in the shell of youth, whose smile is more dangerous than any weapon.