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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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I watch the boys dance around the fire, banging their sticks together in a rhythmic tribal beat that made even me want to dance. I close my eyes, listening to it and swaying in my seat next to Henry. The rhythm is a catchy one and I don't see how my nephew isn't affected by it. I know the moment Pan sits next to me, feeling his magic pushing at me until I force it into the island. "You don't want to join in the celebration, Henry," Pan asks, his flute in hand.
"Nothing to celebrate," Henry responds with a shrug. My gaze moves from one boy to the other, never stopping the slight back and forth motion.
"Nothing to celebrate? Henry, this whole part is to celebrate you."
"Me? Why?"
"Because you've come to save magic, of course." Pan leans forward, his hands resting on his legs. I breathe in his scent, the smell of smoke and the woods a comforting one. "And I, for one, can't think of a reason more deserving of celebration than that. Just look at them, look at your aunt." Henry does just that, concern entering his eyes when he looks at me—reaching out a hand to gently grasp my wrist and make me stop moving.
"Mo-Mo and I aren't anything like them. Or you." Pan smiles at my nephew's stubborn tone.
"Sure you are. You're still a boy, maybe a song will get you on your feet." He brings the pan flute up to his lips, the soft sad melody he plays making me close my eyes again. The song makes me feel lonely, makes me question for the hundredth time whether Papa really loved me or if he was just using me as a pawn to hurt Hook.
"Sorry, I-I don't hear anything." My brow furrows when the music stops, wondering if Henry had an ear infection that was making everything he heard muffled. The song was loud and clear for me, so why wouldn't it be for him? Pan lowers his flute with a distracted look.
"Interesting. You see, this pipe's enchanted, Henry. It can only be heard by certain children."
"Like who?" Pan's gaze is drawn elsewhere and the distracted look is back.
"You'll find out soon enough, I promise." He stands, dropping my mom's scarf in my lap before walking off. I stare down at it in relief, glad to still have this tiny piece of my mother back. I bring it up to my nose, breathing in her scent for a second before re-wrapping it around my wrist where it belonged. The cotton fabric is a little dirty from its time here, but it's no worse for wear and the smell of Sweet Peas still clings to it.
Pan
Pan looks up as a magical wind sweeps through the camp, his boys and two captives falling to the ground in unconsciousness. He smiles when it dies down, the magic having no effect on him; it doesn't even make him dizzy when he stands up. "We have a guest," he says loudly. "No doubt someone who knows how much I like guessing games." He's been expecting this since the moment Felix brought him word of Baelfire returning and the unconscious sentries. He moves around a little, turning to face the person responsible. "Who could it be? I guess….The Dark One." Rumple stood a few feet away, dressed as ridiculously as he was the past time Pan had seen him. Come to save Henry and Aveena, have you, Laddie? How exciting. The Dark One ready to sacrifice his life for his family. Speaking of family…" He uses his magic to relight the torches surrounding the camp. "You can come out now, Baelfire."
The other adult reveals himself, a crossbow held up and aimed at Pan. "Name's Neal now," he corrects.
"New name, but the same old tricks. It's heartwarming to see father and son working together, especially after you abandoned him, Rumple." He can see the pain that flashes in his old friend's eyes at the reminder and knows he hit a sore spot. "This is a real family reunion." He smirks, noticing the way Baelfire kept a careful distance between him and his father. He's still a Lost Boy at heart and he always will be.
"What are you waiting for," Rumple asks without taking his eyes off Pan.
"I got this," comes the steady reply. Baelfire squeezes the trigger and the arrow comes flying towards Pan's heart, but just as he had before, Pan catches it before the arrow can pierce his chest. Pan pants a little, having to take a step back in order to steady himself.
"Clever," he admits. "But we've been through this before, Baelfire. Have you remembered nothing?" He drops the thick arrow to the ground, his hand feeling strange.
"I remembered plenty, that's why I didn't coat the tip." Magic travels up his arm to the rest of his body and Pan has to hand it to Baelfire. Very few are able to deceive Pan, but Baelfire has always been a smart boy. The Dark One and his son move quickly, Baelfire grabbing his son and Rumple taking Aveena.
"Well, how about that. I'm impressed. But are you sure you're really saving them, Bae?"
"What could be worse than leaving them here with you?"
"Why don't you ask your father?" The Shadow had told Pan everything it learned from Rumple all those nights it was disguised as the Dark One's lover. Pan knew that the boy would be Rumple's undoing and if Rumple was anything, he was a coward. "Sometimes the people we should fear the most are the one's closest to us."
"W-what's he talking about?" Baelfire looks to his father for answers, but Pan already knew that Rumple wouldn't tell him without some pushing.
"Don't listen to him," Rumple says, shooting Pan a worried look.
"You mean you haven't told him," Pan chuckles, frozen in his place by the squid ink that had been on the arrow shaft.
"Told me what," Baelfire demands.
"Why, about the prophecy, of course."
"What prophecy? What's he mean?" The longer he makes them stay in the camp, the shorter time it will take to find them once the magic wears off and he can move again.
"The prophecy that says you've been tricked. Your father isn't here to rescue your son or even to rescue your sister. He's here to murder Henry and I'll bet he takes care of Aveena while he's at it so he doesn't have any more weaknesses than he can deal with." That last bit was a lie, but he could tell he wasn't completely wrong as desperation seeps into Rumple's dark eyes.
Rumple doesn't let the conversation go any further, using his magic to transport them to the other side of the island. Pan scoffs, looking around him at the sleeping boys in disgust. They had absolutely no resistance to magic, but Aveena shouldn't have been so easily knocked out by it. She was like a magnet, the magic was drawn to her and so she'd built up a small bit of immunity to its affects. He was certain she would wake up before the others, but it didn't matter, with that scarf on he could track her wherever she went.
Aveena
I wake up slowly as I feel the excess magic drain from my body into the island beneath me; I can't sit up yet, still feeling the dizzying aftereffects of the unexpected attack. Had Pan caused it somehow? It happened right after I had the scarf tied in place so it can't be a coincidence, can it? Raised voices gain my attention, my eyes cracking open just enough to see. Papa is standing by a fire and Neal is standing next to me. Wait a second, that can't be right. I shake my head a little, closing my eyes again, trying to convince myself that this is all a dream. "I'm gonna find Emma and the others," I vaguely hear my older brother saying a little bit before I feel him nudge me into a sitting position and pulling me onto the shoulder that Henry isn't on. Wow, he's stronger than he looks. "And get the hell off of this island, then I'm gonna get my family back home."
"You can't go into the jungle alone," I hear Papa warn," Without my power to protect you, Pan will capture you all!"
"I'm sorry, I got no choice; we're safer without you. Goodbye, Papa." And then the magic was pulling me under again, still not completely out of my system.
Pan
It wasn't hard to find them again and Pan knew Aveena would blame her brief wake up on a dream, so he didn't have to worry about that. "Emma," he hears Baelfire say, the younger man holding his hands over a fire pit. That's when Pan decides to make himself known, stepping out of the jungle and into the small clearing.
"You were so close to finding her," he states. Bae straightens up, turning to face Pan with a deer caught in the headlights expression as his Lost Boys surround them. "You disappoint me—I thought I taught you better. Never break in somewhere unless you know the way out."
"I'll remember that for next time."
"Well, there isn't going to be a next time, but don't blame yourself." Felix picks Henry up, leaving the brunette where she is on the ground for Pan to handle. "Your father could have protected you, sure, but then who would have protected Henry and Aveena from him?" Pan picks up Aveena, carrying her like one would their bride. "Talk about a rock and a hard place." Baelfire moves forward, stopping close to Pan in what's supposed to be a threatening manner.
"I will get my son and sister back, no matter what it takes."
"You're not getting it. That's not the problem. You got them, I got them back—it's the game." He laughs a little, enjoying the chase and taunting. "No, my boy, the real problem for you is that there is no escaping Neverland. No one gets off this island without my permission." Bae gets a smug look and Pan can already see the direction his thoughts have taken.
"I've done it before." Pan cocks his head in question.
"Did you? Look where you are now. It's like you never left." Awareness has taken the place of the smugness now and Baelfire has finally caught on.
"You saying you let me go?"
"I'm saying everyone's where I want them." To emphasize his point, he shifts Aveena slightly in his arms. Henry lets out a small groan, letting everyone now he was about to wake up and they needed to get Baelfire out of here quick. "Something to chew on." Then to his boys," You know where to take him." Two of his boys grab Bae, dragging him out of the clearing kicking and screaming. "Oh, don't worry. It won't be for very long. Just until I reset the board." He turns, following after the rest. "See, the game is about to change.
The next time Aveena opens her eyes, they are back in camp and the boys are dancing round the fire again—Henry joining in this time instead of sitting away from the others. Pan's plan was going perfectly; Henry could hear the music, the Dark One was desperate, and Aveena was slowly falling for him. He helps her stand, tugging her over to the fire as her eyes clear up and the magic leaves her system.
"Come on, Aveena," he grins," come dance the night away."
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