'Are you seriously trying to tell me you can fly?' Peter set me down on a park bench as he looked up to the clouding sky. I remembered walking through this park when Jack wanted me out of the house to have "time alone" with Kate.

'Yes, I am. I would allow you to fly by yourself but that would take practice and we don't have the time, as well with your broken ankle.' He said, looking up to the stars and squinting. 'There it is. Second to the right.' He smiled and then turned to me. 'I'll need to carry you there.' I sighed and nodded and he picked me up, putting one arm under my legs and the other around my shoulders, I clung to his neck. He swung the small bag I'd packed over his shoulder. 'Ready?' He smirked.

'Yes.' She replied and he shot up, making the park seem minuscule and making my stomach churn. 'Slow down!' I yelled at him and he just laughed as he flew at full speed. The star he was looking at before grew bigger and brighter until I eventually had to close my eyes, thinking we'd crash into it. Instead I felt a large wave of warm air and then I could hear the sea. I opened my eyes and gasped, smiling to myself slightly. I spotted the pirate ship floating on the teal ocean, I saw smoke coming from the Indians camp and in the distance in amongst the trees was the Palace. Peter flew in the opposite direction of the Palace, far away from any other inhabitants until we got to some sort of gorge. He then stopped at a large overhanging branch, he placed me down gently on the ground and pulled the branch back to reveal a cave. He picked me up again and walked inside the cave, the branch closing us in. The cave was dimly lit with candles and oil lamps, Peter set me down on a pile of quilts, I looked to my right and saw a hammock as well as a selection of swords, a pan flute and food. He then walked over to a brown box and opened it, revealing lots of bottles of herbs and remedies. He found one with brown sludge in and crouched beside me, rolling my jeans up to reveal my broken ankle. Peter massaged the mixture into my ankle and it soothed deep into my bones, like they were healing themselves faster than what was naturally possible. He took his hands away and frowned at my ankle.

'Move it.' He said and I shied away as I expected there to be pain but as I moved my ankle I felt no pain. 'Better?'

'Yeah… thank you. What was that?' I asked in shock, admiring my strengthened ankle.

'Something the Indians gave me, I get a lot of broken bones. There is fairy dust and mermaid scales in the substance which makes it very good for deep healing. How is your side?' He asked and I lifted up my shirt to let him take off the bandage. He unravelled it and inspected the large gash along my side. 'It may need a bit of this.' He picked up another bottle, this one had a deep purple liquid in it. He dabbed some on his thumb and smeared it across the wound, again, the pain began to fade. 'There, you are pretty much as good as new.' Peter smirked.

'So we can get on with helping you get your Palace back.' I said to him and he nodded.

'Yes…' Peter looked down and sighed.

'I want to see it.' I blurted out.

'What?'

'Take me to the Palace, I want to see it.' I confirmed my wish, he frowned.

'Fine.' He mumbled and stood up, helping me up as well. Peter had us walk to the Palace to my displeasure, but he insisted it would help the full recovery of my ankle. It was a long walk and my feet ached to the point of utter irritation. It got to the point where I could see the Palace in amongst the trees but the calm tranquillity that surrounded outside the Palace had gone, all I could hear were shouts and crashes. Peter hid us behind a large tree so we were not spotted, he pulled his hood up so it covered his face in a dark shadow. We now had a clear view of the outside of the Palace. The gardens that were once beautifully kept, the lawn mown and the flowers blossoming, were now unkempt. The beautiful roses were dying, their petals turning brown at the edges and lots of them falling off, the lawn was over grown as were all the hedges and the green that had surrounded the Palace had a deadly brown tinge. There was so much rubbish on the lawns of the Palace, including bonfires that were burning the Princes' portraits. There were also a lot of people, more precisely rebels, in the grounds. 'Horrible, isn't it?'

'Yes, it's vile.' I exhaled and looked at the Palace dismally. Peter then pulled me closer to him upon hearing arrogant voices.

'Are all the portraits burnt?' Randal asked, it scared me how he was so close to us.

'Yes, your grace.' A boy replied.

'Excellent, I want all my portraits put up in the Palace now. And can you get me the dinner menu for tonight? I've decided I don't want the salmon…' He whined. I wanted to kill him with the knowledge he had Maxim somewhere, most likely in the Palace.

'Your grace, we have bigger problems than the dinner menu…' His assistant, I assumed, stated.

'Like what?' Randal growled.

'Perhaps, the amount of other inhabitants wanting the throne?' The boy replied with frustration. I peered around the tree and saw Randal throttling the young boy, he seemed about fourteen years old.

'First of all, always address me as "your grace"and second, it is not the throne, it is my throne.' He released the boy and exhaled calming himself.

'Your grace, many others are after your throne.' The boy corrected himself and Randal gave a hum of approval.

'Better, now, exactly how many?' He asked curiously.

'You have pirates, the rebels who have gone against you now, the Indians and Fae will want to help the Princes and I think we all tend to forget the savages on Cannibal Island, your grace.' The boy informed.

'Cannibal Island? They don't want my throne, do they?' Randal queried.

'Yes, if they have the Palace they have access to the portals and the portals have access to humans on Earth, and I think you know what they'd use them for, your grace.' He said and Randal chuckled.

'Of course, how unfortunate that would be to the little mortals.' Randal said.

'And your biggest problem, your grace, is that there has been no sign of Peter Pan.' I looked at Peer and he smirked, making me smile.

'He's up to something…' Randal growled. 'I want a reward for him, alive.'

'Yes, your grace.'

'Have you heard anything about the mortal?' Randal muttered and I froze, listening intently.

'There were rumours of her, your grace, which said she knows about Prince Maxim and is on her way.' The boy said and Randal snarled.

'I have told you all before, he is not to be addressed as Prince Maxim, just Maxim, that's all he is now!' Randal bellowed. 'How is he today?'

'Very violent, very angry… as usual.'

'Has he been sedated today?' Randal questioned. My blood began to boil as Randal talked about him.

'Yes, he has, about four hours ago, your grace.'

'I'll visit him today, perhaps he'll behave himself this time.' Randal gave a dark chuckle.

'He will if he's zoned out from the sedative, your grace.' The boy laughed and Randal joined him. Their voices began to face as they walked away. I was about to appear from behind the tree and follow them but Peter pulled me back.

'What are you doing?' He growled.

'Getting Maxim back, we can follow them and find where he is.' I said and Peter shook his head no.

'We'll get caught, we have to find Slightly or any of the other Princes before we head to go inside the Palace. I'd usually be fully behind going straight in for the kill but not this time, plus Twins is sedated, it would be an even bigger challenge to get him out.' Peter explained and I sighed. 'We'll head back to the cave and get ourselves prepared.' I reluctantly agreed, I wanted Maxim back now, knowing Randal was being cruel to him. Peter was in some ways right, two of us against a whole Palace of people would be near enough impossible. We'd have to wait and find some others.

Sorry this took a while, I was on holiday! Thank you for your lovely reviews! x