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Pan's Camp is located deep in the jungle of Neverland. It's in a large to medium sized clearing, with a large tree that everyone sleeps in. The branches are thick and small rooms are built into the tree, like tiny tree houses for each person.
On the ground their is a campfire in the center, a weapon rack off to the side, and make shift chairs and tables.

Everything was still dark, the sun peeking over the horizon as the infamous Peter Pan made his way through the camp to the fireplace. His eyebrows raised in thought, and he removed the dagger from his waist. One arm stretched over the burning fire, the other hand clutched the blade tightly before slitting open his extended right hand. blood splattered down into the fire, and Pan cackled, a monstorous noise that made him giggle with excitement. "Today's a brand new day" he whispered, before shutting his eyes and letting the foregin words drifts from his mouth in a slow chant. The fire went out, everything went ark as the sky turned red. Big droplets of thick red liquid came splattering down on Neverland like rain.


Seconds later everything stopped, the blood rain seeped into the earth and everything returned to normal. "Just another day in Neverland" he muttered, sticking his dagger back in it's place. The sun had grown larger, illuminating more of the mediocre sized island. Pan suddenly felt a large twinge in his chest and he crumped to the ground, gasping for air before a sick grin crossed his young adolescent face.

"Someone's arrived on Neverland"

Pan ran the previous conversation though his apathetic little mind, his eyes dancing with thought and something crueler than mischief. His thoughts cut off abruptly when he saw the camp was still empty except for one other boy. Shame. Pan took in a shallow breathe, the musty smell of the forest enveloping his sense. Right as Pan started to make his way towards the boy- Holden by the looks of it- a strange feeling started in his chest, and a surge of power left him stumbling.

"Someones arrived on Neverland" he muttered, a wicked grin crossing over his face. God forbid, it had been ages since the last arrival and the previous hadn't lasted long- 2 months to be exact. Shaking his head Peter kept walking, a dangerous annoyance plain on his face. "Where is everyone?" he demanded, his childish yet manly voice ringing through the clearing. The question was a rather rhetorical one- everyone was probably out or sleeping still.

Calypso picked her way back to camp, her skirts filled with herbs and a garland of flowers weaved through her hair. She had spent the morning gathering items to make new medicines. Someone had to do it. And it just so happened she didn't quite mind. It gave her time to take her mind off of...other things. Her eyes darted down to her wrists where the remnants of scars still remained, a constant reminder. It was quite, oddly so, for the morning. Surly someone besides her was up besides now...Slipping down the hill she practically tumbled into camp, nearly losing the herbs she had spent so long gathering.

Pan turned his head at the approaching being, his eyes full of distaste as the girl came tumbling in the clearing. Instantly his eyes landed on the flowers wrapped around her brown hair. A scoff produced itself from Peter's throat, and his interest in Holden disintegrated as he took a couple steps towards the girl. "What the hell is that?" he snickered gleefully, flicking his wrift forward and the garland vanished form her head and appeared in his hands. Turning the petty flower crown over in his hands he flicked his wrist one more time towards the girl, the flowers replacing them atop her head of brown hair.

Pan had been the first one to live on Neverland, which granted him the islands magic. The only other magical beings were the inhuman ones. In some ways, every lost boy or girl had a certain degree of magic. They could easily fly given they used pixie dust (fairy dust was much easier to get but didn't last as long) and believed hard enough. Other than that, that was about it. Pan liked being the most powerful, and he would often flaunt his abilities just to anger the others.

"So, out picking flowers were you?" the mocking tone he had once used was now a cold and manipulative voice that had something in mind. "What a waste" he eyed Calypso- girls names were so confusing, yet somehow easier to remember-and then the herbs she had nearly spilt. However, Pan had not been refering to the fallen herbs. He had been referring to the girl herself: females were weak, especially ones who spent their time making flower crowns and wearing skirts.

Pan's innocent green eyes fluttered back over to Holden then the girl then to the sky, as if looking for a passing plane or maybe a bird.