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Post by Peter Pan/Malcom on Mar 5, 2014 9:26:00 GMT -5
[Occ: Okay this takes Place after going Home so for those that have no watched it turn away now, Spoilers for the end of season 3A] There was a sleeping form, lying near the water that the Castle of Snow White and Prince Charming had surrounding them, behind and to the castles sides, the day was bright and the sun was high above in the sky ,shining it's light upon the citizens of the land, today seemed to be a happy day. For now at least, the air was calm and the birds were singing their happy tune, though there was a few who were standing near the sleeping form as if watching, waiting for something to happen, for something to stir. There was no one else around, just the form and the waves lapping at it as if trying to wake it up, and the birds and other animals that seemed to be waiting silently, it was as if nature was holdings its breath for some reason. What or who was this sleeping form and how was it even here? The form looked like that of a boy's a boy of fifteen for that matter, his green clothes were worn and tattered, and in the holes in the clothing there seemed to be a wound on the the boy's back like a dagger had been plunged into it. There was no movement from the boy but if one was to see his face then, they would see how pale it was, deathly so as if this boy was on the point of death. Yet there was something else about the boy, that if you were to look closely there was a magic hue, a green tint sort of as if it was swamping him trying to do something some sort of rebuilding process perhaps? Some way of preserving the body. Either way whatever this unknown magic was doing it did not matter, why you ask? Well the magic gathered as soon as it arrived, and then began to drift away from the boy's body as if it was being forced to leave, like it did not belong any more, like it had done it's work and was now an intruder to the body. The body seemed to be rejecting the magic but also trying to keep it, it shook as if having some sort of fit, but whatever was going on the magic still snaked it's way off and away from the form, up into the air before the green hue just simply evaporated, never to be seen again. The Magic was just simply no longer it was a if it did not even exists any more, it had never been and never will be again. Now though there was something different about the boy, more relaxed, yet still deathly pale and then there was that stab wound, if anyone was to see it they would wonder why he was not dead. There was something about the boy though and if you were to look at the boy's face you would notice something familiar if you were familiar with the boy. It was Peter Pan, he had survived . Waves lapped at his face and he stirred gently a groan and a movement of the finger's, ever so slowly, there was no other movement for a while and the animals that surrounded him moved back slightly as if they sensed something. It was then his eyes flickered upon and a green hue overtook them before fading, his eyes closed once more, the boy was not fully conscious not at the moment. He was then just as suddenly turned over onto his back by someone who had come to this part of the kingdom. Pan stirred even more his eyes fluttering open and he saw a girl's form barley as his eyes were blurred. He was about to speak but whatever it was came out as a slight croak, as if his words had died on his throat or he was too ill to talk. Ophelia of Kildenree
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Post by Ophelia of Kildenree on Mar 5, 2014 13:59:32 GMT -5
Ophelia had been spending the last few hours just trying to get her bearings. When Regina had stopped the curse, by sending everyone back to where they were originally from, she had known that would mean she was going back to the Enchanted Forest, but she had assumed that she would be brought back to her own lands, either Kildenree or Bayern, but it seemed, that was not the case. She had been dropped somewhere completely different, it looked like it might be the kingdom where Snow White ruled, but Ophelia couldn't be sure, it had been too long. And once again, just like when the curse hit in the first place, she had been separated from all the people she cared about. It was all very frustrating, and discouraging, but she would not allow herself to lay down and give up.
After giving herself a little while to think clearly, she had finally decided to follow the first road she could find, in hopes that eventually it would lead her to someone who could tell her where she was, and if she was lucky, tell her how she could get home to Kildenree and Bayern. She had been walking for a while, when she came upon a large body of water, that seemed to be almost completely surrounding a castle. She was about to make her way towards the castle itself, when she noticed something strange lying on the sand by the shore of the water, it almost looked like a body. Ophelia was the kind of person who couldn't sit by and do nothing if there was a chance that someone was hurt or needed help, her kind heart just wouldn't allow it. And so, instead of following the road to the castle, she diverted making her way towards the water, and the body.
When she reached the body, she gasped as she realized that it was Pan. She had thought that he was dead, that Rumple had killed him, but she could see from the rise and fall of his chest, that he was alive, though just barely it seemed. There was a part of her that was telling her that she should just walk away, and let him die. After everything he had done, he deserved it without a doubt. But she had never been the kind of person who could sit by and see someone suffering like this, and do nothing. Besides, she felt like maybe, coming this near to dying, was punishment enough for his sins. Maybe, just maybe, he could change if someone helped him to have that chance. And so, whispering to the wind to help her bear the weight, she pulled him into a somewhat standing position, and throwing his arm over her shoulder, she dragged him towards the nearby woods where she was hoping she could find somewhere safe to hide him and nurse him back to health.
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Post by Peter Pan/Malcom on Mar 6, 2014 17:33:08 GMT -5
Slow and Laboured breaths were what Pan was taking as he was suddenly brought rather gently to his feet, the boy was barley even concious, in fact if he did not receive care soon it was quite possible he could die, his magic did it's best to keep him stable, but it was gone now, evaporated into the air. Pan no longer had his magic it had all but gone and fled his body, he was powerless and at this moment rather helpless, his body still young, but very weak and fragile, there was an extreme amount of pain rocking his body, emanating from the scar that had been left by the Dark Ones blade. There was also a slight taste of magic in the wound, a mixture of pan's old magic and his son's, trapped, it might be possible to extract it but it could take a while, it might not be able to be extracted at all.
Pan was only concious enough to know that he was being helped to walk, that he was too weak to do it himself, his thought's were a mess and jumbled, his speech barely audible, it came out a whisper or nothing at all and at times a slight croak like a frog but just deeper. He needed water and other substance, he needed something to keep him going a warm touch. He was cold ever so cold, and if anyone was to look he was getting colder by the second, paler, iller, potentially weaker. His whole body seemed to be fighting against him, like it was rejecting the fact of his age, like he should be dead or someone else entirely, if his thought's were not so jumped, Pan would be able to decided upon the situation he was on, and make plans and possibly even find a way to help himself.
Pan would not of thanked the girl that was doing this well he couldn't in his current state anyway , and who knows what changes to the boy would come when healed. He could not say anything to the lady who was taking him from the beech, it was a beech wasn't it? His eyes were not focused enough to tell of his surroundings, he just knew he could barely walk, that every time he tried his legs would fail and fall from under him. He was rather helpless unable to move his own muscles though only slightly could he turn his head, his eyes searching at the one who had retrieved him, they were unfocused but there was a slight moment of thanks within them before, he groaned from an enormous amount of pain that racked his body. He felt now that they were nearer the words and possible shelter. "W.......w..wh................e......" The Words failed upon his lips, his question of where they were going utterly abandoned as his eye dropped down and his senses lost for a moment before rebooting a second later, a drive not to die resurfacing, never to give up, Pan Never Failed.
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Post by Ophelia of Kildenree on Mar 9, 2014 5:33:12 GMT -5
As they neared the woods, Ophelia heard Pan attempt to speak, only getting out the pieces of one word, what sounded like "where" before falling silent again. Continuing to walk, she spoke. "Shh... you're too weak, save your energy." It wasn't long before they finally entered the forest. She wanted to go far enough in that they wouldn't run into trouble. So she kept walking for a while longer. But soon, his weight began to be too much for her to bear even with the wind's help.
Coming upon a small clearing, thankfully located near a stream, Ophelia finally gently layed him down on the ground. She knew she needed to do something about his stab wound. If it became infected, his chances of living would decrease badly. Pulling him into a sitting position, she pulled his torn shirt off, before laying him back down. She then proceeded to rip the ruined shirt into strips to be used as rags. Taking them to the stream, she soaked them, before returning to his side. She didn't know if he was still awake at all, so before she went to clean out his wound, she spoke softly. "This might sting a little, I'm truly sorry if it does," she said softly, "but if this wound gets infected, you won't live..." And then, as gently as she could, she began to clean out the wound.
When she was satisfied that the wound was sufficiently clean, for the time being, she used what was left of his shirt to bandage him. Then sitting him up once more, she spread her own cloak out on the ground for him to lay on, before laying him back down. She then curled up on the ground a few feet away, they both needed rest, him more than her. She wasn't aware how much time passed before she dozed off, but she did.
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Post by Peter Pan/Malcom on Mar 18, 2014 11:01:48 GMT -5
Time passed slowly for Pan as he felt himself pass in and out of consciousness as he decided that this women was right, he needed to conserve his strength, if he was to survive so he just let whatever was going on happen, he barely had enough consciousness to know where he was. He felt he knew the girl who was helping him though but he was not sure. His eyes searched her face as she dragged him to wherever he was, it smelt like forest but he didn't care, he just wanted to get back on his feet and just well he wasn't sure, thoughts were still not concrete for him. He felt the pain as she cleaned out his wound and he ground lightly trying to ignore the pain before he passed out. The next time Peter came to it was dark enough and he felt a lot stronger, there was still the pain but well he felt slightly more alive, out of habit he brought out his hand to reform his clothes, for a moment his eyes turned green and there was a magical noise. He felt smoke start to rise but nothing happened as if his magic not longer existed or was trapped. It just wasn't working for him not anymore. He panicked and tried again, the was a fear in his eyes as he came to the realization he had no magic, it had gone just gone, no longer present. He tried one more time and instead pain racked his body. "Arghhh" he groaned out before looking around noticing the girl who seemed to have saved him. Ophelia of Kildenree
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Post by Ophelia of Kildenree on Mar 25, 2014 15:18:56 GMT -5
Ophelia was woken up by the sound of something... or someone groaning. At first she was afraid it was some kind of wild animal, a bear or wolves, but as she slowly opened her eyes, she remembered all that had happened that day. And she realized exactly what had made the sound, Pan was awake. Sitting up, and looking at him, she frowned, unsure of what to do now. She hadn't really thought as far ahead as what she was going to do or say to him if and when he actually woke up.
She knew she couldn't sit there in silence forever, not only was it awkward, but she had to check his wound again. Sighing, she stood up, and made her way over to him, kneeling at his side. "You're awake," she said softly, "how... how do you feel?" Reaching out, she was about to unwrap the makeshift bandage she'd put over his wound, but stopped her hand in midair. It didn't feel right to touch him, even if it was to help him, when he was awake without telling him, or asking him. "I... I just want to take the bandage off and check your wound to make sure it's not getting in...infected or anything," she said to him softly, "is that ok?"
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Post by Peter Pan/Malcom on Mar 30, 2014 12:31:08 GMT -5
Pan looked at this girl for a moment as she woke he had not seen her before at all, he didn't know her name, what he wanted to know was why? Why was she helping him? Did she want something from him. No she seemed like a good person, the kind who would help someone no matter how much pain they had caused others. How useful that was to him, he sure be able to turn her kind-heartedness and her possible naivety against her, use it for his own benefit. She also now he looked at her some more looked like a princess. Pan decided to play the act of a thankful guy who had just had his life saved, pretend to be confused at why she would possibly try and save him, maybe act as if he was just entirely grateful. "Yo....y....ou sa..ved m..e?" he croaked out false confusion in his tone, but it should be enough to trick someone. He coughed for a moment and gave her a confused look. "Why?" He even purposefully flinched when she went for his bandage but he would let her do it, he needed to be better, he needed to find out where he was and what to do next. "Weak," he left out powerless and he was being honest to get what he wanted, he certainly didn't want to feel this way again. "Yes go ahead."
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