Forget Me Not

Note: 抖阴社区 seemed to has glitched and half of this chapter had been deleted when I previously published it. I apologize for the mess up, but the ending his up and ready! Enjoy! Also please read authors note at the end of this chapter. Xx

" Are you sure about this Pan? I mean Camelot? Really? Out of all realms, the one that holds your fate had to live in THE most powerful kingdom of all the realms?" Pan smiled innocently and shrugged his shoulder childishly. Felix rolled his eyes with a loud sigh. He turned to where a small group of the eldest lost boys stood, all dressed in fine attire, each ones faces were covered with black silk mask that resembled different animals.

   "Well, not exactly live, more like rule. But, I can see where you get those two confused." Felix gave Pan an amused smile. There was an enchanting sparkle in Pans eyes. Excitement, given his ruthless record many would think it was for the upcoming bloodshed, but Felix knew better than anyone that it was not for the blood of his enemies, but merely for the ball itself. Felix knew that deep down, past all the walls and scars lied the old Peter Pan, the one who lived for the thrill of his games and the endless nights dancing around a fire with the ones he cared most about.

      Pan smiled as he buttoned his stolen attire. His dress coat  carefully threaded with golden designs, with a jet black waistcoat. He stood with such proper manner he did not fit in with his more savage like boys.  "It's time." Pan announced, the boys silently nodded their heads as the one by one began to make their way to the nearby palace. Pan turned to Felix with an outstretched hand, a small clear bean lay in his palm.

"When the job is done I expect there will be mass chaos, so as soon as all hell breaks loose use this bean to open a portal for our escape, understand?" Felix nodded.    " Good luck." Pan waved a hand over his face a elegant gold mask began to twist around his face until it formed into a crown-like mask. He lifted his head and met Felix's gaze with his own dark look.  " Peter Pan does not need luck. Luck if for those who fail, and I Peter Pan do not fail, ever." With that he disappeared.

Inside the sound of laughter and music filled the crowded ballroom. The Ball of Souls, an old Camelot tradition. It was their way of honoring the ones that came before them. The large room popped with various colors of all shades and tones. Ladies and gentlemen of all ages and classes were dressed in absurd customs, dramatic masks hid their faces from one another as a way of showing that no amount of money or title mattered this night. Tonight they were equal.

     For a split second the mission slipped from Pans mind. His doomed destiny, Neverland, Willow, everything disappeared as the hypnotic music enveloped him. For a split second he felt as if the soul reason he was there was to enjoy the company and dance throughout the rest of the night as a normal human being, not some notorious villain who was known for his endless blood thirst, just a normal boy.

As the orchestra began playing a mix of fast and slow songs, the majority of the guest began to dance, even the disguised Lost Boys joined in, although all danced with the unskilled choppiness that Pan had expected.He softly laughed as he watched their partners become very frustrated and angry as they would step in the wrong direction, or step on their feet repeatedly.  He scanned the floor in search for the famed King Author, but he could not be found. He did notice the countless uneasy stares he was receiving from curious guests and suspicious guards. Taking a deep breath he strode out confidently towards the dancing mass. It didn't take too long to find a partner, seeing that all the eligible maidens practically threw themselves at him. Throughout the night Pan found himself dancing the entire time. He had forgot what it felt like to dance at a celebration, the feeling was intoxicating. He danced gracefully and superiorly. No other bachelor danced with such fluency as Pan. As the song ended Pan bowed his head and moved along before the poor girl could beg him for another dance.