"Fudge me dead," I whispered, hushed, watching the arrow's feathers quiver in front of my nose. Marcus' eyes were wide and slightly trembling. He opened his mouth to say something then closed it again like a gaping fish.

Both my wrists were seized and I was spun around to look at a rather well-built man. His hair was short and jagged, his skin a copper colour from the paint over his body. A wrap headdress nestled in his hair and his wore a loincloth of bright blue and red colours. His eyes were heavily outlined by coal and held deep mistrust, bordering on the vicious look of a predator, I gulped and was aware of the grass that wilted around my ankles. The clouds overhead darkened.

"Hasin!" I heard Peter call, an air of playfulness in his tone. The rest of the Indians entered into the camp, wild-looking people with feathers and beads braided into their hair, some had mossy cloaks draped over their shoulders, others had brightly pained faces and bodies. Some held bows quivers, spears and daggers were also in the mix. There had to be no more than thirty, somewhat matching the Lost Boy numbers. The Lost Boys were nowhere to be seen but they were nearby. I could almost sense their presence; green foliage, mossy earth and childishness. I looked upwards and drew out their shapes in the trees with my eyes.

I looked to the ground quickly, hoping no one had noticed my moment of realisation. Marcus, held firmly beside me had also noticed the others and we locked gazes for a few seconds before separating.

"Pan!" The Hasin shouted, he called his name with an air of challenge tinged by fear and scorn. "Come out from the shadows and stop playing games."

I heard the reply, an echoing laughter that chilled me to my bones. I used the moment to try and struggle of out the man's grip who was holding me but he kicked out at the back of my knees, causing me to fall to the floor with a huff and a cry of protest.

"But I love playing games." The reply was, suddenly Pan appeared in the space between me and Hasin.

"A fly in would be a much better entrance." I grumbled, my critical mouth getting the best of the situation. I got glares from both Pan and Hasin. The two turned back to one another, I couldn't see Peter's face but Hasin studied Pan with a deep, critical loathing. Pan, the insensitive jerk that he is probably had a gigantic smirk upon his face, doing his best to piss off Hasin which wouldn't be good for either Marcus or me as we both had rather sharp daggers held to our throats.

"She will be coming with us." Hasin rumbled in his thick accent, it was cool, Brazilian slightly. Brazilian was really the only accent I could recognise.

"I don't think so." Peter replied cheerfully. "After all, she is my Lost Girl." I scowled at him, wishing to retort as I pleased however, as Pan was the one saving me from a sliced throat, I decided it wouldn't be in my best interest to do so.

Hasin's gaze shot to the man holding me and whoever he was, jerked me to my feet. "The princess wants to see her."

"The princess?" I asked curiously, "I would like to meet her, this princess, I mean."

"You're not going to see her." Pan snapped back at me, I pouted.

"If you do not let her go, then we will start with the smallest members first." Hasin gestured to the guy holding Marcus. Two others were brought forwards. Pan glared at the other two and they looked at the ground shamefully. From what I could disconcern, they'd been caught before. The men holding them, raised blades to their necks.

I pushed away the guy who was holding me and stormed forwards to Hasin, the sky crackling overhead. "Listen jerk," I snapped, Peter held me back and I struggled against his efforts. "I'll come with you, but leave the kids alone. They're just kids, don't you see?" I pushed away Pan's arm and glared up at Hasin.

"Good." He said simply and grabbed my arm firmly, "let us go then."

"She better be back before dusk." Peter snapped, his eyes dark.

"Don't worry, love," I looked over my shoulder as I walked, I blew him a kiss. "I promise I won't stay out too long."

The last I saw was Peter's glare before I was dragged away into the dense bush of the forest.