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The Living Tree is a large hallowed out tree that is residence to all of the fairy's in Neverland. Their is a large ring of mushrooms around the tree, which is enchanted to protect the tree from being harmed or damaged or poisoned. If you step inside the ring of mushrooms surrounding the base of the Living Tree without a fairys permission, you will turn to ashes.

Two days.
Two freaking days of wandering the Venus flytrap of an island the pirates on the Queen Anne's Revenge called Neverland. It was only two days and Eli was reaching his breaking point. All the running... Christ. At that point Eli didn't know if he remembered what rest was. The young man trudged through the jungle, shoving vines and small trees out of his way. His forehead was coated with sweat, he had lost his shoes when the mermaid dragged him under, so his bare feet were coated with dirt and blood from sores. His black hair stuck to his tanned skin, his clothes fell in tatters around his body. He was just a mess. What he wouldn't do to get the hell back to the Bahamas...
"SHIT!" He screamed, shifting his weight onto his right leg so that the left one was elevated off the ground. A thorn the size of his pinky finger jutted out of the arch of his foot, impaling an infected blister Eli was working hard to ignore. "SHIIIIIIIIIIITTTT!" Well, not that hard. "FUCKING SHIITTTTT I HATE THIS PLACE!" He shouted to the impossibly blue sky.

Just as Eli had gently lowered himself onto the forest floor, centimeters away from a bright white mushroom, a laugh echoed from the trees. Oh dear god. The island was inhabited, wasn't it? And if the things that lived on Neverland were anything like the mermaids that lurked around the ship, than Eli knew he had to get away. Without hesitation he yanked the thorn out of his foot, pain shrieking along the course of his body. Fresh blood pooled out of his foot, coating the grass red. Pain inhibited his movement, he was paralyzed. Well. This was it. This was the end. Might as well do the stupid thing and face the invisible foe head on. "Who's there?" He asked, his head craned upwards.

As the trees rustled above him, Eli tensed. He watched the sky with an unwavering gaze, but blinked with surprise when a girl plopped straight down from heights unimaginable completely unscarred. He almost sighed with relief, but then remembered the mermaids. Women on this island were dangerous. And as she spoke, he realized that they were also incredibly foreword and rather rude. He glared at her and wiped dirt off his forehead. "I'm aware." He barked at her. "I'm no recruit. I'm from the Barbados, kidnapped by my father and taken to this shithole. And who the hell is Pan? Where and what is this place?"

"I don't know..." Eli brushed back his longish curly hair out of his face, his eyes sealed shut. Not once did he question where this non-native girl came from or what she actually was. It was weird. Everything was weird. "There was a monsoon. The ship I was on, it was blown off course. We were stranded forever until we reached this island that wasn't on any of the maps." He skipped over the whole pirate part. That was not something she needed to know. "The ship's damaged. I was almost drowned by a mermaid. Now I'm here. That's all I know." He finished, exhausted. "Who are you, anyways? And what are you?" Everything in Neverland was never really as they appeared.

"Not too sure about that. Everyone who came on land were either killed by the savages or drowned. I believe I'm the only one from the ship that has survived. The rest are anchored out at sea." He could be very wrong. His father could be looking for him right that second. The idea sent chills down his spine. And Peter Pan, Tinkerbell? How many sides were there to these underlying conflicts? And which side involves Eli not dying? "A fairy?" Eli wrinkled his nose in skepticism while scanning her. Dark eyes, white skin. Small and dainty body. There was nothing that magical distinguishing her from your average pretty young human. "Where are your wings?"

Before Eli could laugh at the thought of blood-thirsty pirates being his friends, she explained her situation. "Oh, pardon me." He rose his dark eyebrows at her obvious contempt at the question. He must have hit a sore spot. "Let me just use my invisible angel wings and fly to this 'Enchanted Forest' to educate myself about the bloody history of fairies and what to say to them that isn't offensive!" Oh dammit. There went his tongue again. That was why Eli preferred to stay silent, most of the times he had nothing decent to say. "I mean-I'm sorry."

Before he could restrain himself, the words battled their way out of his mouth. "Who are you to tell me what I'm sorry about? I mean..." He rubbed his temples, glancing up at the fairy with his black eyes. She was his best shot out, or at least living for a few more months. "I'm sorry I offended you. I know I would be cross if somebody insulted my family. But I know lasses like yourself don't take well to sorry." The pirate jargon creeped into his proper Barbadian/English accent, much to his discontent. "What is it that you want? I don't have shit to give. But if you can help me get around Neverland, perhaps give me information about this place... I don't know. Maybe I can return a favor." What did he have to lose?

"Ah-" He rubbed his temples. The fairy obviously had the upper hand. He was pathetic. Whoever this Pan figure was, well he would indefinitely find out who he was and kill him. It was quite a miracle he survived on the dreaded island as long as he did. "I can give you my loyalty." He offered, looking her directly into the eyes. There was an absolute seriousness to his eyes, unchangeable. "Whatever you desire me to do, I will." He swallowed. "I am not one to go back on my word. But if I must prove myself to you, I will do so." She was the only thing that seemed to have a shred of mercy on the island, however small that shred may be.