I woke up to my temple, arm and the back of my head hurting. Yesterdays events came back to me...

*Flashbacks*

I felt the ground beneath me only to feel something grainy, 'What?'

I rolled over and a clear blue sky replaced the mild one back at home.

"You okay there? You seem a bit lost." His question was rhetorical, I could tell.

I stood up and dusted myself off, "What's it got to do with you, huh?" I glared.

He looked shocked before regaining his - irritating - smirk, "You really are quite the feisty one, aren't you?"

I smirked, "Oh, that's only the beginning..."

I lunged forward pinning him against the tree whilst holding his club between us. He was going to use it to block but, because of my fast reflexes, I took hold of it and used it to my advantage. I used it as extra strength to push him back.

Sadly, he overpowered me and pushed me to the ground, swinging his club at the back of my head before everything went black for the second time today...

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My father barged in and slapped me across the face, his breath reeking of alcohole, "You son of a bitch! You were just a mistake!"

My eyes teared up as I held my stinging cheek, "N-no... You don't really mean that..."

He threw something onto the floor and it opened up - what looked like - some sort of portal.

He grabbed my collar, "Then you don't know me... At all..." He spat in my face and then let me go to fall into the green void.

I gripped onto his arm, holding on tightly, "I'm not giving up without a fight, Da!" I shouted in my Australian accent over the noise of the magic portal.

"Oh but you are..." He smirked and punched me on my temple, making me loose grip on his arm and my consciousness...

*Flashbacks over*

I rolled over onto my stomach and tried lifting myself up with my arms, only to fall back down again, groaning in pain and holding onto my arm.

"Having trouble there?" A British voice asked from next to me.

When I looked up, I won't hold back that he is attractive... He had brown hair that swept across his forehead, deep green eyes, a scar above his right eye and definitely was taller than me...

I felt a metallic liquid come from the back of my throat and onto the ground of the cage, crimson colours staining the floor beneath me.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice husky.

"Oh, did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter... Peter Pan."

I snickered, "Yeah, and I'm Humpty Dumpty." I said, sarcastically, not able to consume my laughter.

In one quick motion, he grabbed my collar, pulling me up against the bars of the cage and near his face, "You think this is some kind of joke?!"

"Indeed I do." I spat back with just the amount of venom.

He only smirked and let go of me, "Well... Let's see who you really are..."