Felix stood by the well, watching as the green mist swirled around inside of it. Everything was complete now. All he had to do was wait for the curse to begin and he would have the new Neverland.
His eyes fell on the hat that the shadow told him to take, right before it stripped the shadow away from the man who was helping Pan. He had hid it under some leaves nearby, but now he was thinking about destroying it. There was no point in hiding it. It was just a way for two people to escape this realm after the curse had been set, which he didn't want to happen for anyone.
Felix's face turned into a scowl. He didn't understand why his leader, no his brother, wasn't backing him up on this. This was what he had been planning to do himself, after all. Until his desire for Amy overpowered everything else. Felix hadn't had a problem with his love for her, even after Pan didn't actually need her to be immortal anymore. But now she interfered with everything they'd been working so hard for. Pan had been going to give up everything just to be with her. Even Felix.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when a twig snapped somewhere behind him.
Without turning around, he said dryly, "Come to kill me?"
"You know that I will if I have to."
Felix turned around and saw Peter walking towards him. He stopped about ten feet away.
"I admit I'm impressed," Peter said, his tone casual as he strolled closer, his hands in his pockets. "I didn't think you'd ever have it in you to go against me."
"This was your plan in the first place!" Felix snarled.
"Plans changed," Peter said with a chuckle. "You realized that when you and my shadow saw that I didn't take Amy's heart."
Despite himself, Felix winced. The thought of Peter kissing her heart still made him sick. How had he known that they'd been watching? Or was he just guessing?
"I'm always one step ahead, Felix," Peter said, grinning maliciously.
Felix gritted his teeth. "If we hadn't intervened you would have left me here with no escape. The shadow—"
Peter cut him off. "My shadow has paid the price for interfering."
"What do you mean?" Felix demanded, feeling a flicker of fear run through him.
"He's been destroyed, of course," Peter said with a shrug. "Straying from my orders caught up to him. As it will you eventually."
"And you don't even care," Felix said, staring at him like he'd never seen him before. His shadow had been his everything. Literally, his other half. Now he was treating both it and Felix as if they were disposable.
"Now you're stuck with a bit of power it gave you," Peter continued, eyeing him with some disgust. "I can look at you and tell that you can't handle the darkness that's consuming you right now. You're not like me, Felix. I could embrace it without a problem. But it's killing you."
Felix had been shaking the entire time they were talking. He wanted to deny it, but he could hardly keep the rage and hate he was feeling under control. With each passing minute, the desire to use the power and hurt someone grew.
His eyes searched the trees behind Peter. "Where is she, anyways? Normally you can't even be two feet apart."
"She's safe," Peter said darkly.
"Which means she's here," Felix said, rolling his eyes. "Close to you. You wouldn't trust her anywhere else."
Peter raised his eyebrows in amusement. "I only thought it'd be better if I talked to you alone, but if you insist." Without taking his eyes off Felix, he raised his voice, smirking. "It's alright, Amy, you can come here. It's not like he can hurt you."
Felix glared, enraged with his cruel taunts. Peter may have been his leader, but he had never truly treated him like he was inferior, not like he did to everyone else. But now he was talking to Felix like he was the enemy. It infuriated him. With even a little of the shadow's powers, he had felt invincible. Now Peter was treating him like a child.
Amy came into view, weaving her way out of a group of big trees to come down to them. She glowered at Felix as she got closer. "By the way, we were just twenty whole feet apart, asshole."
Without taking his eyes off Felix, Peter slid his arm around her waist protectively, as if keeping her safe was merely instinct or second nature to him.
"You can't handle the magic, Felix," Peter said calmly. "Only I can. Just give it to me and we can forget this ever happened."
"You just don't want anyone to be more powerful than you!" Felix said, seething.
Peter sneered. "You'll never even be close to me. You get just a little bit of the shadow's powers and you can barely think straight."
Felix clenched his fists. He wanted to prove him wrong. Force him to see that he could be just as strong, even stronger. "I've already finished the curse! Soon, this town will be the new Neverland with a new leader."
Amy's jaw dropped, unable to believe he had actually gone through with it. She looked immediately at Peter, waiting for his usual arrogance to reassure her that he knew how to fix this, that there was a loophole or cheat from him to play with.
Instead, Peter narrowed his eyes. "And where exactly did you get the heart from?"
"One of the spinsters," Felix said, sounding darkly satisfied with himself. "They lied to us. They've been alive and immortal this whole time. Or at least, they were."
Peter couldn't deny that the news shocked him. The two women had both been very strange, but kind to him, Felix, and Rumpelstiltskin. But never did he think that it was because they had the power that he had been searching for since the moment he went to Neverland. Why would he ever have thought they were powerful immortals? After all, they had been dirt poor. They never rescued him from the dungeons after he got arrested. Peter always had to take care of himself. All of them did.
But there was something that concerned him more.
"You're a fool," Peter said coldly. "You don't really care about them that much. Why would you go after one of their hearts and not mine?"
"Would you rather have had him taken your heart?" Amy demanded incredulously.
"I mean without the right heart the curse will be completely out of control!" Peter hissed, his blood boiling. Amy hadn't ever seen him look so angry . . . or scared.
"You shouldn't have done this, Felix," Peter said, a dark glint in his eyes.
"I can control it," Felix insisted, looking livid. "With or without the right heart."
"Felix, please don't do this," Amy pleaded, keeping her arm held out in front of Peter as if it could stop him from attacking if he wanted to. "This isn't really you. I mean you've always been a jerk but this? Look, the overload of darkness is keeping you from thinking clearly. You can't really want to turn on Peter."
Felix stared at her for several moments before saying slowly, "It's already done. Learn to accept that Pan has finally failed for once."
Amy gaped at the once most loyal Lost Boy. "Do you even hear yourself!?"
"I don't want to kill you, Felix," Peter admitted to him. "But I will if you leave me no other choice."
"Peter, no!" Amy said firmly, looking at his heart pointedly. "That's the last thing you need to do."
"She's right. Please, allow me."
Felix's eyes flashed and they all whipped their heads to the left.
Serena stood there, twirling Jefferson's hat around on her hand.
I glanced between the two nervously, though in an absolutely terrible way, it was almost a funny scene. Felix was on the brink of total corruption, hatred clouding his eyes. Meanwhile, Serena looked pretty entertained.
Felix held his hand out towards Serena. "Give the hat back," he said, narrowing his eyes. "Now."
"Ooh, scary," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just because you've got some creepy shadow magic doesn't mean you know how to use it." She held up a finger and said enthusiastically. "Example one! You fucked up the biggest curse to ever exist. Good job."
Her eyes wandered to the well, which had started to make some noises that resembled thunder. Little flickers of green shot out of it here and there. We were running out of time before the curse would begin to spread.
I felt Peter's hand tighten on me and casually, he moved us a very small step to the left. It was nothing noticeable, but it sent the message to me loud and clear. We were going to run. He wasn't going to kill Felix. Other than the fact that Peter truly didn't want to, there was no point. If Felix didn't somehow snap back to normal and give up the magic, or even do the impossible and control it, he'd eventually destroy himself.
"The curse is going to work fine," Felix snarled at Serena she played with the hat in her hands.
"No it's not, dumbass," she said, glaring. "You're going to kill us all, including yourself, because you don't know what you're doing! Hence why you need to step back while Regina tries to fix your mess."
"I should have killed you in that jail when I had the chance," Felix said in a low voice. Again, he didn't notice Peter moved the two of us another step back.
Serena sighed, sounding mockingly disappointed. "You'd be amazed if I told you how many times I'd heard that before."
He smiled icily. "I won't make the same mistake again," he promised.
Serena flashed Felix a disbelieving grin. "Yeah, okay."
"Are you saying I'm weak?" he demanded, his eyes blazing furiously.
"Yes, actually," she said simply. "Not because you didn't kill me. But because you're so afraid of not having someone around to lead you that you were willing to work with the most horrible kind of creature. That's what's weak."
Felix opened his mouth, looking ready to scream at her when he suddenly rounded on Peter and I. We had just begun to move back more.
Don't run!" he said warningly.
"Or what?" Peter asked, quirking an eyebrow in interest. "You'll kill us?" He shrugged and narrowed his eyes. "By all means, give it your best shot."
Felix's hand began to tremble, as if he were about to try.
Suddenly, Serena ran and tackled him. He let out a yell and they began to wrestle, throwing nasty hits as though they were both going for the kill. Without the shadow telling him what to do, Felix didn't seem to know how to use magic on her.
I didn't get to watch to see what happened. Peter grabbed my hand and began pulling me away. We took off, the thundering sounds of the curse stewing in the well growing louder. The ground shuddered and I stumbled, but he gripped my arm to stop me from falling.
"Keep going!" he hissed, when I slowed down to look over my shoulder. My eyes widened and I almost did stop running from shock.
Green mist was now very slowly leaking out of the well.
And Felix and Serena were gone, along with Jefferson's hat.
After a long time of running, we made it to the town line that separated Storybrooke from the rest of the world.
Storybrooke had been completely deserted it seemed. The curse was steadily growing worse, creeping closer. We didn't pause for a breath, or for me to ask questions. What was the curse going to do to us now? We couldn't outrun it forever and there was no way for us to escape.
At the town line, everyone was gathered around Emma's little yellow car.
"I thought you were trying to fix it," I called to Regina desperately as we got closer, our running slowing down into a steady walk.
Regina stopped talking to Emma and everyone turned to stare at Peter and I, walking towards them hand in hand.
"I tried," Regina admitted, forcing herself to look at me. "But I couldn't."
"What's going to happen then?" I asked softly, hating the pained look on her face.
"You didn't tell her, did you?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, staring straight at Peter. He didn't sound mean, or condescending. He sounded almost . . . sorry.
Peter swallowed and shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. The fact that they just had an almost civil interaction terrified me beyond anything. I looked at Rumpelstiltskin and back to Peter, a sickening feeling creeping into my stomach. "Tell me what?"
I looked around at everyone. No one seemed to be able to meet my eyes, not even Belle.
When he didn't say anything, I began to shake him until he opened his eyes. "Tell me what, Peter?"
Finally he forced himself to speak, "With no one being able to control the curse, it will make it so like your sister's original curse wasn't cast. It'll be like the last twenty-eight years never happened for whoever is from the Enchanted Forest."
My memories. I was going to lose them all over again. After seven years of not knowing who I was, and then barely a week of remembering everything, it was going to happen all over again. Not just for me, for everyone here. What would become of Belle? Or Rumpelstilskin? Would they still be together?
I glanced at Emma and Henry who stood by the car. With a jolt I realized that they could leave. By the distressed looks on their faces, it was clear that they wouldn't remember anything after they left. We had no hope of getting our memories back from the Savior, did we? David and Mary Margaret were going to lose their daughter.
I looked to Regina and saw the composure on her face breaking, obviously having come to the same realization as I had. Regina and I would forget we're sisters. And without having Henry to love, she was going to become the Evil Queen again.
I took a deep breath and looked back to Peter hopefully. "You made me remember once. Just take me to Neverland and do whatever it takes to make me know you again."
"Neverland is gone, Amy," he said softly. "The curse wouldn't take me there anyway. You know I'm from your world too, but from many years ago."
The true meaning behind Rumpelstiltskin's words began to dawn on me, as did the reasoning behind why no one could meet my eyes. I felt the blood drain from my face.
Peter's eyes looked over my face as though memorizing every detail.
"What aren't you telling me, Peter?" I asked, my voice cracking.
He clenched his jaw. "Without Neverland, or without being immortal, I won't be alive after the curse hits."
I stared at him blankly. "No."
"I'll have died before you were born," he said quietly. "I didn't realize this would happen until Felix told me he had already taken a heart. The wrong one."
"To you it'll be like I never existed."
"No!" I shouted, shoving him. "No!" I began hitting his chest over and over. "No, no, NO!"
His eyes were rimmed with red as he stared at me helplessly as I kept pounding him, making me angrier. He always had a plan. He never failed. Why wasn't he doing something about this?
"It can't end like this!" I yelled, my anger dissolving into hysterical crying. "After everything we've been through! We finally found each other and now we're being ripped apart for good!"
He wrapped his arms around me and I clung to him, sobbing. "You don't deserve to die!" I managed to choke out. "You don't! Peter, I need you!"
"Listen to me." He gripped my shoulders and looked at me. His eyes were brimming with angry tears, making me cry harder. "I don't care how you feel after this curse or what happens. Don't you ever give up on yourself! Keep that stubbornness alive, got it?"
I shook my head, trying desperately to keep my voice under control. "I'm not going to remember you telling me this. I'm not even going to remember you."
He placed his hand over my heart and stared at it, as though it contained a secret. "Promise me," he said through gritted teeth.
Now I felt helpless. He was making me promise him something I didn't know if I'd keep. I didn't know what my life was going to be like. I would have been young when the curse had hit while I was in Wonderland. Now I was going back as a seventeen year old. Would it make me ten years old again or adjust itself for me?
I looked behind us and saw that the curse was incredibly close. It would reach us within a couple minutes now.
"I promise," I whispered.
He nodded and pulled me back into his arms. "I love you," he said, his voice tight. "Remember that."
I barely managed to say it back through my sobs. "I love you too."
He kissed me softly, the both of us trying to savor our last moments together.
Suddenly, the strangest warm feeling went through me, making me shudder. I knew Peter felt it to because he froze and pulled away. A powerful force shot out of the both of us, knocking everyone else to the ground. He glanced around the area and did a double-take. Behind us there was an odd looking woman standing there, a sad smile on her face.
He stared at her, recognition flaring through him. "After all this time . . . the only thing that's changed about you is that your sister isn't at your side, anymore." He looked down at both of our hands incredulously which seemed to sparkling with magic.
I could feel power pulsing through me, unlike anything I'd ever felt before. My weak magic tricks were nothing compared to this. It was overwhelming to the point where I almost felt out of control. What had she done to us?
I felt stunned when I saw hope flare in Peter's eyes. "Y-you just gave us your—"
He was cut off when the curse swam over us. The world seemed to turn as topsy-turvey as Wonderland had been. Through a green haze, I saw Emma's little yellow car drive over the line and into safety.
The last thing I saw was the woman decompose into dust.
The last thing I felt was Peter slip a small, hard object into my hand and close my fingers around it tightly.
Third Person P.O.V
Sir Maurice sat at the long dining table, waiting patiently as he could. Where was she? Sleeping in once again, he supposed. For a seventeen year old, she certainly wasn't the most lady-like.
Though he had to admit he felt as if he hadn't had a good night's sleep as well. He couldn't seem to remember yesterday. He wondered if he had drank too much the night before.
Glancing around the servants who were bustling in and out to serve breakfast, it seemed as if they were off track this morning as well. It made him wonder if it were the entire kingdom that felt hungover or just his castle. He shrugged it off, not really bothered about it.
Suddenly, one of the younger servants burst in.
"Sir Maurice!" she said frantically. "I think something's wrong with Miss Amethyst!"
He frowned, standing from the table immediately. He'd always seen her as another daughter. But ever since he got the news from the former queen about Belle's death, he'd taken his protectiveness to a whole new level. "What do you mean? Is she sick?"
"I don't know!" she said, looking shaky. "I went to wake her up and she was sitting in the middle of her room on the floor."
"And?" Sir Maurice asked impatiently.
The servant shook her head in disbelief. "It was like she was in shock or something. She looked as though she had been crying. She kept whispering to herself over and over while clutching a purple jewel in her hand. I've never seen it before."
"What was she whispering?" he asked as they left the dining room together to see what had become of his adopted daughter's sanity.
The servant sighed. She hadn't been able to make any sense of what her mistress told her.
"Well for a long time she kept saying that something was impossible. I asked her what she meant and after awhile she finally answered."
"Well?" Sir Maurice pressed. "What did she say?"
AN: **SEQUEL INFO***
I hope you enjoyed the ending for "The Jewel of Neverland"! I've been planning this out super carefully so HOPEFULLY you all like it. Even though I left you with yet another cliffhanger and more questions . . . please don't hurt me.
Okay, so the first chapter of the sequel should be out probably be out sometime this week. Of course it will be AU since I don't want to wait until March to start. I'm just going to go by the promos and my own imagination. So I hope you're all okay with that and enjoy it anyways!
The sequel's name will be "Safe and Sound".
So now that I told you all that, I must celebrate.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW! I LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE TO SEE YOU FOR THE NEXT ONE!