Escaping Neverland (12 page)

The fae hadn’t seen William, but the kids had all
journeyed back to their camp when William hadn’t returned the next day,
figuring that if anything had gone wrong, William would just go back there. The
camp was pretty close to the fae palace, and I wondered if the kids had managed
to go undetected with all the activity in the jungle.

The trip back towards the palace was absolutely
silent. I’d thought the trip to the beach was quiet, but the fae moved now with
no noise at all. Three scouts fanned out in front of the main group, watching
for the Captain’s men. We managed to edge by two patrols without being seen,
but just as the sky was beginning to lighten, there was an ugly clank of metal
and a cut off scream from up ahead.

The fae around me froze, and then scattered,
leaving Jake and me standing on the path with Stormy behind us. We didn’t even
have weapons. An arm closed around my middle and I was yanked upward into the
tree at my back. I bit back a scream when I saw the black and yellow striped
arm. Next to me, Nuada gripped a struggling Jake.

“Jake, chill,” I said, worried that Nuada would
drop him.

Below us, Stormy had already disappeared,
hopefully in the right direction.

“Boy. What are the weaknesses of your creations?
Where do we strike them to shut them down?” Nuada was holding Jake by his
shirt, leaving Jake’s feet dangling in the air

Jake shook his head. “There’s nothing,” he said.
“I designed them to be invincible.”

Nuada loosened his grip. “Then you’re worthless to
us,” he said.

“Wait! Jake, there must be something you can do,
something you can build to kill them or shut them down.”

With his feet still dangling, Jake nodded. “Yeah,
sure. An EMP would work.”

“Can you build it from the invisibility devices?”
I asked.

He looked doubtful and then nodded. “I think so,
but it won’t be very big.”

Nuada, looking back and forth between us, must
have realized that we’d come up with some sort of plan, because he pulled Jake
up onto the branch he was sitting on. As soon as his feet were safe on the
tree, Jake began fumbling around in the backpack the fae had given him to carry
the devices.

His fingers flew through the electronics, eyes
squinted almost closed. When a spark jumped out of the box and snapped his
fingers, he didn’t even flinch. What felt like ages later, but was really only
a few minutes, he held up a box with a bunch of wires jutting out and looping
back in.

“This should knock out any electronics up to about
twenty feet.”

I swallowed hard. Twenty feet wasn’t very far
away. I hoped it worked. “It’ll have to be you or me that sets it off,” I said.
“The fae are deathly allergic to iron. Even a scratch can kill them.”

Jake looked a little frightened and then nodded.
He began climbing down from the tree before I could argue with him about who
should go.

The Captain’s men and three iron wolves stepped
into view right as Jake made it down the tree. Their eyes widened when they saw
him.

“Boy! How’d you get out here?” the man on the
right asked.

The one in the middle stepped forward, hand
resting on one of the creature’s head. “He’s here with the fae. He’s escaped.
We’ll be rewarded if we return him to the Captain.”

I stayed hidden in the tree, not wanting one of
the iron creatures chasing me through the jungle. I didn’t know if Terence had
shut off just the wolf in Jake’s workroom or if he’d cancelled the order for
all of them.

I could see Jake’s legs trembling where he stood against
the tree, holding his ground as the men advanced. When they were only fifteen
feet away, he pressed a button on the device. For a second, nothing happened.
The men and creatures still came forward. Then, without warning, the three
wolves slumped to the ground, their legs crashing together as they went limp.

The men stumbled in surprise. The fae, taking
advantage of the confusion, melted out of the trees. I closed my eyes, not
wanting to see it. I only opened them when Etain started to climb down out of
the tree.

He helped me down and they all gathered together
to keep going. One of the scouts was dead, too late for me to help. When Nuada
pointed ahead, I grabbed Etain’s arm.

“Wait. We need more of the things Jake used to
stop the creatures. We need some time to make them.”

Etain looked like he was going to argue, but then
nodded and went to Nuada. After a brief argument, the fae settled down onto
their bedrolls and began passing around food.

Jake was already cannibalizing the wolves, pulling
wires and electronics out of the creatures’ skulls and chests. When he had a
huge pile of parts in front of him, he began putting it all together. A few
hours later, he had a pile of the EMPs next to him and one bigger one off to
the side.

“What’s that?” I asked.

He looked at it and gave me a grin. “That one
should be big enough to knock out any electronics for a five mile radius. I
wanted to build one big enough for the whole island, but I don’t have enough
power here. If I could somehow tap into the power station, I could—“

“No!” I said. “You can’t use the power station. No
more fairies can die. “

Jake looked like he was going to argue and then
lowered his head. “If we can’t get home, maybe the fae would help me build a
hydro-electric plant on one of their waterfalls.”

I didn’t really see how the fae were going to stop
him if there were so few of them left, but I nodded in agreement. “Yeah. That
would be better.”

The idea of a power plant reminded me of what I’d
overheard from the men on the ship. I found Nuada near the front of the group
of fae.

“Nuada, I don’t know if you can help or not, but I
overheard one of the Captain’s plans. If we can stop him, it may help save the
island.”

He glared at me through narrowed eyes. “My mother
is dead. There’s nothing left to save. I am King of enemy soil.”

I twitched, surprised, and then wanted to hit
myself for being so slow. “Oh, right. So you’re king now.”

Nuada didn’t look impressed with my sudden
realization. “We cannot fight back against the Captain’s creatures. I cannot
help you.”

I shook my head. “But Jake can shut them down.”

Nuada shook his head. “I will not trust my
people’s lives to that boy’s technology. There are so few of us left as it is.”
His face shut down, lips compressed in a thin line.

I wasn’t going to get anything else out of him, so
I went to sit beside Jake. Stormy had wandered back out of the jungle while he
was working and lay off to the side, her head down. Lavender was asleep between
her ears.

“Jake. I need to go find out if William is okay.
He can help me stop the Captain from bringing the Governor over. He knows where
all the gates are.”

Jake jerked as if I’d pinched him. “What, you’re
just going to leave me here with them? I’ll come too.”

“No. You need to go with the fae and keep the
creatures away. They can’t fight against iron, and they’ll never forgive you if
you abandon them now.”

Jake snorted. “They wouldn’t care if I dropped
dead right now. I think they’d be glad.”

I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but I knew he
wasn’t far off. “Please stay,” I said. “William’s camp isn’t far from the
palace. I’ll meet you there.”

“Fine. Do whatever you want,” he said. “You always
do anyway.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but saw that he had a
small smile playing on his lips. I punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Jerk,”
I said, but I was smiling too.

“Be careful, Paige,” he said. “This isn’t really
our fight.”

I nudged Stormy to wake her up. While I waited for
her to stand, I turned back to Jake. “Whose fight is it then? William’s? He’s
been fighting the Captain for years now. The fae can’t fight him at all.”

Jake shrugged. “I don’t know whose it is, but it’s
not ours.”

I didn’t agree with him, but couldn’t see a way to
convince him he was wrong. Using a fallen log, I pulled myself up onto Stormy’s
back. Lavender settled in under my hair on my shoulder, chirping out a
question.

“We’re going to find William,” I said. “I need his
help.”

She looked a little confused that I’d be seeking
out William for help, but as Stormy surged off the ground into the sky, she
flew forward to perch between the horse’s ears. Every now and then she reached
out and tweaked an ear, steering the horse in the right direction.

I hadn’t planned that far ahead about where to go,
and was once again grateful for the little fairy’s help. We flew for about half
an hour, and I got my first look at how big the island really was. I couldn’t
tell how many miles it was across, but I could barely see the other side and we
were almost level with the beach on the side closest to the Captain’s ship.
Waterfalls dotted the island here and there, rainbows floating in the mist. The
ocean was a clear turquoise that sparkled in the sun. It was truly beautiful.
It helped me forget how my stomach rolled around.

When Stormy began to weave her way closer to the
jungle, searching for a clear spot to land, I tightened my hold, hoping we
weren’t going to crash down through the trees. Below me, I heard a child cry
out and I looked down. William’s band of kids suddenly appeared in the tiny clearing
beneath the trees.

Stormy tossed her head, neighing in alarm as her
feet swept over their heads and she stumbled to a stop at the edge of the small
clearing, neck wrenched to the side to avoid running into the trees. I slid
down off her back, looking for Lavender, and spotted her over by Jasmine’s hut.
I took a deep breath and headed in that direction, hoping I wouldn’t see
William’s dead body laying there in her hammock. She was their healer.

What I did see was almost worse. William sat in
the hammock, one hand clutching the stump of his other arm. I’d known the wound
was bad, but I didn’t know it was so bad he’d lose the arm. I felt guilty all
over again for crying out and distracting him.

“William,” I said. “I’m glad to see you’re alive.”

For the second time that day, I felt the tip of a
sword on my neck. “Glad? William told us how you distracted him. We had to cut
off his arm. Because of you!”

I turned to face Jasmine, more than a little tired
of the other girl’s jealous protectiveness of William. Ignoring the sword at my
throat, I reached around and pulled my sketchpad out of my backpack .

“Would you like me to draw it back for you?” I
asked.

William looked at me for the first time. His face
was pale and drawn, eyes pinched in pain. His eyes lightened a little when he
saw the sketchpad.

“I’ll do it, if you promise to help me. I need to
stop the Captain from bringing someone over, and I need you to show me where
the gates are.”

Jasmine shoved the sword against my throat. I felt
the blood trickle down, pooling in the hollow of my throat. “You will fix him
without any promises. It’s your fault he’s like this,” she said.

I stepped back away from the sword. “You can’t
make me help him. He knew what could happen fighting the Captain. I may have
distracted him for a brief second, but I wasn’t the one that caused this fight.
I’m trying to stop it, and William can help me.”

Jasmine blinked, hand trembling. It was Pyro’s
hand that pushed the sword away from my throat. He gave me a sad little smile
and then walked away to sit on the ground by Jasmine’s hut, clearly keeping the
smaller kids away from William.

“Jasmine. Leave.” William’s voice was hard and
without emotion.

Jasmine shot him a hurt look, but when he just
stared back without blinking, she huffed and stomped off.

He patted the ground next to his hammock.

“Come. Sit.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at his
bossiness and went and sat down next to him. When his hand stroked through my
hair, I jumped a little in surprise and looked up at him.

“I was worried about you,” he said.

I swallowed hard, not sure how to take the look on
his face. He looked genuinely sorry.

“Yeah, um…I was worried about you too. I am really
sorry about distracting you.”

He jerked his shoulder and winced. “It was my own
fault.” He was quiet for a few seconds, staring over to where Jasmine leaned
against a tree.

“Jasmine wouldn’t let me come back for you.”

I coughed, not looking at him. “Yeah, well, you
were hurt. She was right to keep you here. You would have been captured and
killed.”

“No one’s ever told me what to do before. I nearly
killed her I was so angry.”

I did look over at Jasmine then. She was staring
at me, her eyes narrowed, face flushed with rage.

I flinched and looked back at William. “Well it’s
a good thing then that I managed to escape on my own.”

“I’m glad,” he said. He winced and closed his eye,
hunching over his missing arm.

I touched his good arm, not really sure of myself,
and leaned forward against him where he swung in the hammock. With my free hand
clutching his, I pulled my sketchbook out. I drew William with two whole arms,
the cocky smile he usually wore wreathing his face. My head throbbed and my
vision wavered as I pushed through the tingling, but whatever I’d done to my
head when I fell seemed to be getting better.

William jumped up from the hammock with a cry of
joy when his arm suddenly appeared. He wiggled his fingers in front of his face
and drew his sword with a flourish. I smiled, glad I could help, and then
stood. Before I could move away, he walked forward and in front of all the
children, pulled me in and kissed me.

I pushed him back. “You have got to stop doing
that,” I said. I could feel myself blushing.

“Never,” he said.

I cleared my throat. “So, um, are you ready?”

William looked at me and then nodded. “I know
which gate he’s been using. I’ll take you there.”