Disclaimer: Peter Pan belongs to Sir J. M. Barrie.

She was his spitting image. When he took a moment to actually take her in, he realized that if it hadn't been for her feminine figure, he would have thought it was some sort of illusion or hallucination.

And she was just as good a fighter as him, too.

The moment was shattered when she lunged at him again, her sword crashing down on his with a shower of sparks. He reeled back from the impact, and their dangerous dance began once more.

Somehow, she managed to force him back against the earthen wall of the hideout, forcing their swords against each other's at a ninety degree angle. She leaned towards him between the two blades, smirking back at him. His eyes searched her piercing green irises so identical to his own.

"Who are you?" he whispered, chest heaving.

"My name is Paige," she replied. "And you, Peter Pan, are my twin brother."