Petra's POV

" Thank you. " , I smiled slightly before closing my now filled pouch of pixie dust.

Tinkerbell tinkered her little bells as a response. It perfectly suits her name.

Tinkerbell was one of the few faries that communicated with the outside world of Pixie Hollow. Lucky, I was able to contact her before she went back to her home in Pixie Hollow.

" Have a safe flight back home. " , I waved slightly.

Tinkerbell was in her small fairy form. Her clear sparkly wings fluttered in front of me. A warm smile formed on her face before she nodded and waved back at me.

Then I watched Tinkerbell fly away to her home somewhere deep in the woods. I closed up my pouch and held it tightly in my hand. Hopefully, I could reach Rae and Scott because I had a feeling that they would be lost.

I was about to take a step before I felt a presence behind me. A very familiar presence.

I rolled my eyes knowing who it was.

" Hello Petra. " , Peter chirped.

I turned around and crossed my arms giving him my meanest, coldest, and sternest glare at him.

" So. Why the need for pixie dust? You aren't planning on leaving Neverland with Rae and Scott, are you? " , Peter asked.

I simply ignored him not giving him the satisfaction of my anger towards him.

" You do realize that you can't leave Neverland without my permission, little one. " , Peter reminded me.

" I don't need your permission. " , I replied coldly.

" Yes. You do. " , Peter nodded.

" No. I don't. " , I huffed.

" Well you need my permission and pixie dust. " , Peter said as he held up a pouch of pixie dust.

My eyes widened when I realized that my hands were empty. Stupid magic!

" Give it to me. " , I demanded.

" Then reach for it. " , Peter smirked dangling it high in the air.

I shook my head before simply snapping my fingers. The pixie dust appeared in my hands.

" I have magic too, twerp. " , I smirked.

He huffed in frustration before he made a hand gesture. I titled my head before being pulled by several vines wrapped around my waist and tied down against a tree.

" PETER! LET ME GO! " , I snapped.

Peter picked up the pouch and attached it to his belt. Then he walked towards me and crossed his arms.

" Listen Petra, I don't want you or Rae or Scott to leave Neverland for whatever reason. I know I'm a jerk. But I still don't understand why you, Rae, or Scott can just move on from yesterday. " , Peter shrugged.

" Move on? Peter, you insulted us in front of Devin. " , I stated with annoyance.

" That wasn't acually Devin, Petra. I talked to Devin this morning and he said that he was at training all day yesterday. " , Peter explained.

" Then maybe a shadow? " , I guessed.

" It wasn't a shadow. Shadows know better then to mess with me. " , I shook my head.

" Then I don't know who it was and I don't care. You insulted Rae, Scott, and me yesterday and it hurt. " , Petra said. " I expected an apology from you, but you didn't realize that you hurted our feelings. "

Peter rubbed the back of his neck before he shrugged.

" Petra, I think someone was making me upset to the point where I insulted you all on purpose. " , Peter figured.

I gave him a bored look.

" You expect me to believe that? " , I asked. " It was a shadow, Peter. "

" Petra, I'm telling you the truth. Not to mention that a visitor is still on the island! " , Peter exclaimed.

" There is no visitor. I don't feel anything nor do I care. " , I huffed before struggling against the vines.

" Petra. Please. I'm tired of fighting between you, Rae and Scott. I want my girlfriend next to me when I wake up, I want my little sister to not hate me. I want Scott to understand that I'm a good leader in my own way. I want my circle of companions again. " , Peter frowned.

" Will you apologize? " , I asked hopefully.

" No. I'm not apologizing. You, Rae, and Scott can get over the silly insults. " , Peter said.

" No apology. No girlfriend. No sister. No friend. No circle of companions. " , I fake smiled.

Peter groaned throwing his head back in irritation at my stubbornness.

" Whatever. But I'm taking you back to camp. " , Peter grumbled.

" I'm not walking back to camp. " , I shook my head.

Peter rolled his eyes before I felt the vines loosened up. Immediately, I fell to the floor and groaned before being thrown over Peter's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

" Let me down! " , I demanded him.

" If you won't walk, then I will carry you back. " , Peter said. " Such a baby sometimes. "

" Shut up! " , I snapped.

" Now, now. Don't get salty, Petra. Just be quiet until we reach camp. " , Peter cooed.

" I hate you. " , I mumbled.

" I love you too. " , Peter replied.

Being the younger silbing sucks.

A/N: Only child or have silbings? 🙃