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A mermaid, great. Zarina only hated mermaids a tad less than she did Lost Boys. Fish-tailed creatures were always getting in the way, always causing trouble. 

"That," The fairy gestured to the corpse with her knife, her weapon tainted with the dried blood of its latest victim. "is not just a child, he was a Lost Boy. Don't be fooled by their size, they're vicious things."

With a sigh, Zarina put her knife back. As much as she disliked mermaids, she had no plans killing this one-- as of yet. Depends on how much patience the fairy had left.

"What's your name, fish?" 

"Where’d I come from?" Annalise repeated eyebrows arched. It was a good question but it was unlikely she had a good answer. "From the water I guess…"

She stared down at the body of the lost boy. He was all but a child. A small one at that. "But-" he did try and kill her. "-that is true. I'm understand he was attacking you but death should always be the last resort!" Her voice raised to a level it didn't normally sustain. She took a long deep breath in. "I'm sorry I shouldn't of imposed but...he's just a child. I don't understand why he attacked you and why you had to kill him."

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Zarina shook her head "I wasn't on the ship." Although now that she thought about it -- a sickening feeling came to the fairy -- what if the shadows attacked the ship? Who knew how many of those ghost-like beings there were, and how far they've spread since their release?

Killian.

"I was in the Neverwood when I saw one of them heading toward me. I didn't know what it was, but I just ran." Again, the fairy turned her head, checking for any signs of the shadows. She was pretty sure the two had lost the evil creatures, for they would've showed up by now. But still, Zarina couldn't help being on edge. "I had no idea where I was running until I happened to stumble upon the caves."

If in fact the shadows had reached the Jolly Roger, there was nothing she could do from in here. She had one duty now, and that was to protect Baelfire. She'd just have to have faith Killian and the rest of the crew, which she undoubtedly did. The pirates have conquered many threats before, and these creatures were no different.

There was nothing but silence for a few moments, the only sound was their breaths mingling within the stone tunnel.

"What about you, were you attacked?"

 The inside of the caves shimmered in a silver light. The beauty of the caves couldn’t be denied, but Baelfire was too out of breath and frightened to appreciate it – they came to a stop, breathless, deeper into the stone tunnels. Baelfire could hear,in the distance, the sound of footsteps, as though someone was running – but he knew the caves well enough to know that the person was too far for them to get to them. The caves were wide, and sound had a tendency to carry very far.

The boy leaned against the wall, catching his breath, laying his palm on his knee to bend his back a little – he looked up at Zarina, glancing at her in the dim light of the caves. The glow of the torch cast shadows on her face, and Baelfire, after a few seconds, asked :

“What were you doing in the forest ? Did they – did the Shadows attack you ? Did they attack the ship ?”

Despite Baelfire’s general dislike of the pirates, he knew some of them from his time on the Jolly Roger – and that meant that their fate concerned him, despite the distance and the bitterness. One of them, in particular, was at the forefront of his mind when he asked, especially since his last meeting with the man – Baelfire carried, in his belt, his mother’s blade, that Hook had lent to him during their last encounter. He had told him he would give it back.

If the man died…

No.

If anything, the magical device he used would protect him, for sure. There was no use worrying, and Baelfire was much too proud to ask about him by name. 

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There was a gleam in the boy's eye when he finally registered what was in front of him. What Zarina looked at with disgust, the prisoner looked at with joy.  

But despite the enthrallment present in his eyes a second ago, the Lost Boy would not touch the contents of the plate. Instead his gaze shifted from the food to the fairy's face. Perhaps whatever was on the plate was just that nauseating, enough to keep a starving prisoner at bay. If Zarina were in his place, she wouldn't touch it as well. But that wasn't what seemed to be the problem.

The Lost Boy's entire body tensed when the fairy asked him his name. One would normally approach that question as simple and polite, but the frail body below her was paralyzed in fear. Why was all the sudden scared now? As if once Zarina heard his name, she would strike him..?

His voice, small yet sharp, bounced off the damp cell walls. Fox. The fairy couldn't say she heard of him before.

Pursing her lips, Zarina gave a small nod of her head. She turned her gaze away from him, feeling a slight bit of discomfort now. Who cared about his name anyway? He was just another Lost Boy, a mindless follower of Pan. She shouldn't care about his well-being-- right?

"Hurry up and eat will you?" Zarina crossed her arms over her chest, her brows furrowing although her gaze was still focused straight in front of her. She wanted to leave now, ignore the feeling deep in her gut, the one that told her to reach down and hug the boy. She wanted to leave and forget she ever cared to ask him his name, or anything at all. 

Eat.

It was only then that Fox realized that this woman had brought him not only one gift but two, the second lying by his feet, now within reach. It was impossible to tell what was on the plate or what it had once been, but that mattered very little in the moment — it was food, however loosely it fit the definition, and food was second only to sunlight in things that Fox lacked.

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In all the time Zarina had been on the ship, she had never seen Killian without his hook. Hell, she had no idea he was even able to detach it in the first place. The piece that gave him his name, Captain Hook, a name whispered across the realms. A name that brought fear to some, disgust to others, joy to-- well no one really. The fairy hadn't thought it about it much, but now as Killian laid that metal onto the desk, she realized how much it that piece of metal meant to him. That hook was his defense, his hard shell, and without it he was.. exposed.

Zarina could feel her cheeks losing their color, her tears vanishing by the swift motion of the captain's tongue. Eagerly the fairy leaned into him, moving her mouth along his. She craved his touch, she allowed her legs to wrap around his torso, and she propped herself to where she was in fully settled into his lap. One of her hands ran up and down his back while the others secured itself in his tousled dark hair.

There was little more he hated than the sight of a woman’s tears. Especially when he knew it had been his own words that had driven her to such. Killian wished she could see herself, as she allegedly saw him. A broken being with still so much life inside. She had made him realize that, though the hope was nil, he might have some sort of chance to see this through. To live again. Not that he would ever compare to the man that once was, no, he was long gone, but parts of him still felt human inside his monstrous shell.

"I’m not." Whispered as he pulled away, arm crossing in front of him and made the weary decision to un-latch the hook and place it on the desk beside the bed. In a land where trust was hard to come by, he needed to show her there was some sort common ground. They might not trust each other completely, but it was the closest.

He leaned in again, lips kissing away her fallen tears, daring to let his tongue sweep out and taste her sorrow. “Gods, I’m not.” Hand slid up to rest on her thigh, squeezing lightly while his left arm went behind her back to bring her closer. Damn near in his lap, he uttered incoherent words against his flesh as he worked his way back to her mouth, groaning softly. “Nothing short of it, and I intend to prove that to you.” 

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Zarina shook her head. "Nope, haven't seen them, sorry."

Ok, so the fairy was lying. If Raya's descriptions were accurate, then she had definitely seen one of them. Lily or Nuttah, or whatever named attached itself to the stubborn teen at Black Castle that day. But for some reason, Zarina felt that information was best kept secret, at least for a little while. She still couldn't be quite sure if this girl meant harm or not.

She must be a traveler, Zarina had heard much about the humans with capabilities to travel across realms. It made sense that she was one, she was a bit too old to be a dreamer, and she had come to the island in a group. Despite what she heard though, the fairy didn't know much about the realm-crossers. Only that they came to Neverland in a group, and are now trapped like everyone else.

Talkative, bubbly-- all traits Raya possessed, traits found rare in Neverland. She was different, those few special ones that were somehow able to act cheery even on this nightmare-of-an-island. .

"I'm sure you'll find them. How'd you guys get separated?" Zarina needed to know more about who she was dealing with here, regardless of the girl's congeniality, she was treading unknown waters. Too many times had the fairy been careless, now she was determined to grasp the upper-hand. 

"They’re— well, they all look rather like me, I suppose." Raya smiled gently as the knife was tucked away at the woman’s hip, only a slight cautiousness hindering her enthusiasm in the conversation once they stood on as equal terms. She remained perched on her branch, however, her feet swinging slightly as she recalled her friends’ faces to her mind.

"They all have dark hair." She said slowly. "And skin like mine - not quite so light as yours. Lily, Nuttah, and Atohi are around my age, though Lily is a bit smaller, I think, and Atohi is taller - he laughs a lot, he’s very sweet. He’s brave, too, like Nuttah and Lily. Oh, and Machk is tall, too, freckled, around your age, and quiet - And Winona’s the last. She’s older, very wise." The girl paused for a moment to think, laughing at herself as her words caught up to her.

"I suppose this isn’t very helpful for you, but I haven’t got any idea what they’ve been up too—" She stopped herself just short of revealing that they’d all been separated, glancing at the woman and cutting off her sentence with a small shrug and a laugh. She could hear Winona’s voice in her head, advising her. Too talkative, dear Raya. She would say. Remember that it does not take many words to speak the truth. Lily, certainly, would have urged her to be cautious in what she revealed to a stranger.

"I know it isn’t much to go on, but I’ve got to find them." She told the woman, a note of urgency creeping into her bright voice at the reminder of their separation, the danger, and their ultimate mission. Even news of her lost friends would be a blessing from the spirits for her. It would be wonderful to know that they were safe.

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A map to Neverland

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Been called a monster, called a demon, called a fake,

I’m not an idol, not an angel, not a saint.

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The world we knew —

                                won’t come back.

The time we lost—

                                can’t get it back.

The lives we had —

                             won’t be ours again.

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"Because--" Zarina gave a low grunt as she removed her knife from the now limp body. "Lost Boys are nothing but pests." She spit downward at the corpse.

In her defense, the Lost Boy had attacked her. The fairy wasn't even aware of his presence until he jumped behind her, throwing a rope around her neck. She could still feel the burning sensation of where the rope assaulted her skin, placing her hand there and rubbing the area gingerly. Zarina wasn't sure what happened after that, only that she had somehow grabbed her knife and-- well then there was a lot of blood.

Perhaps she didn't need to kill the boy. She could've let him live. But then again, that wasn't in her nature.

"What do you care? And.. where'd you even come from?" 

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"I don’t understand." Annalise’s voice was as scratchy as her scales when she had her tail whipped out. Her normal cheery blue eyes were more than a touch of hollow. Only her voice was anything but.

"Why-why did you do that?" She was unused to hearing her heart beat so fluently and she normally found it amazing when she did, but at a time like this the notion irked her. She felt bile rising in her throat but she pushed it down.

She ignored the churning of her stomach and sent a glance towards the thing before lying dead on the ground. Cold. Unmoving. Dead.

It wasn’t right.

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(via chocolxtes)

My nightmares are usually about losing you.

Peeta Mellark

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Everything I touch turns to ash under my fingertips, and yet you still stay.

Why? When you know I am everything you should run from.

You're not a monster, Killian. And I stay...because I love you.

Zarina-- you can't, you...you don't want to love me.

It doesn't matter if I want to or not.

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You can holler, you can wail You can swing, you can flail You can fuck like a broken sail But I'll never give you up If I ever give you up my heart will surely fail

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"Yeah you're right, let's go." Zarina nodded and the two of them began to trail deeper into the caves.

Magic is unpredictable, and they’re magical. Maybe something happened to let them out. Perhaps. Baelfire did have a point there. Even as a magical being herself, Zarina knew the inconsistency of magic. She had experienced them first hand when she spent her time experimenting with Pixie Dust, and when she obtained the Goblet of Undry for Killian. Magic with all its whispered promises of glory, was all in her opinion a trap. In the end, magic only brought suffering.

The ex Lost Boy seemed to be looking to Zarina for leadership in the situation. As much as she wanted to help, and she truly did, she wasn't sure how much of assistance she could be. She was as clueless about the shadow beings as he was, if not more. 

Fire. Baelfire said it himself, they seemed to be wary of fire. That was good, that meant they had a weapon. And with a weapon always came a chance

But the fairy knew one thing, she would protect the boy at all costs. The wide eyed child had become something precious to her when they met. He wasn't like the other children on this island, he was kind and caring, and he suffered a great deal more. He deserved more than this wretched realm had to offer.

Zarina kept checking behind her every couple of moments, whipping her head around and half expecting to see a pair of silver gleaming eyes right behind her. Fortunately they were safe-- for now.

Baelfire’s flickered down to the Zarina’s wrist as the woman winced slightly, fiddling with a bandage that circled her arm – concern surged through him, but it didn’t seem like a bad injury. Perhaps a sprain or a scrape – but still, it could prove to be a disadvantage if the pirate woman needed to defend herself.

But Baelfire was here – and if he could help to protect her, then he would. He might not know Zarina well, but he would do his best to keep anything from happening to her – as he was sure that she would do for him. The situation made them unlikely allies, for sure – and there was a sort of warmth about the young woman that soothed Bae’s usual wariness.

“I’m all right”, the boy answered, lowering the torch slightly, glancing cautiously towards the entrance of the cave. “I think the Shadows are afraid of fire – I hope so, anyway. None seem to have followed me here.”

At Zarina’s questions, Baelfire could only sigh and shrug helplessly, shaking his head as the woman spoke. Zarina voiced questions that swirled in the boy’s mind as well, and he truly had no idea what was happening. The best he could do was guess.

“I don’t know”, he replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered the possibilities. “Magic is unpredictable, and they’re magical. Maybe something happened to let them out.”

In any case, the boy knew that the Shadows were dangerous – he would never forget his encounter with Pan’s Shadow, the one that had taken him away from the Darling house. Was this particular Shadow on the loose as well tonight ? Baelfire didn’t fancy running into the creature again.

“Maybe we should go further into the caves”, the boy suggested, hesitating. “If we stay near the entrance, they might see us and come after us… what do you think ?”

He looked at Zarina, ready to follow her advice – Baelfire wasn’t foolish enough to disregard it. The woman surely had more experience with things like that than he did, right ?

Although when it came to the dangers of magic, Baelfire considered himself quite knowledgeable in the matter.