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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 21, 2010 2:27:01 GMT -5
hiya ppls!! okay, I know this doesn't seem like a CT story yet, but it will!! i promise!! Finding Thunderland Chapter 1 Once upon a time, there lived a small family in Londonderry, Derry for short, Northern Ireland. Actually, the family didn’t live there at all, but rather, they were an American family on vacation. There was a father, Mr. Phil McDonough, who was a straight-laced, clean-shaven, no-nonsense southern businessman, and his wife, Mrs. Kacy McDonough, who was a fun-loving seamstress. Unlike his wife, Mr. McDonough was a man of business, and was not fond of fairy tales, especially the ones his wife told their four daughters, Shelby, Olivia, Laura, and Meagan. She told them stories about a boy named Peter Pan who lived in a place called Neverland and about all of his wonderful he, his pixie Tinker Bell, and the Lost Boys have from fighting savages to tormenting Captain Hook and his pirate crew. Although he strongly disliked these stories, his daughters enjoyed listening to them just as much as his wife enjoyed telling them, so despite his best wishes, the stories were told. Any who, the daughters were all in their teens and each of them were very different. Shelby, the eldest, had her father’s sense of practicality, but enjoyed the stories just as much as her sisters. She personally always had a thing for Captain Hook, but she has no clue why. Perhaps it’s because she always has to be the most practical and she yearns for the yo-ho, swashbuckling life of a pirate. Olivia, the second eldest, was a fun-spirited soul who loved to have a good time. She is shy around strangers, but very out-going and fun around her friends and family. Her free spirit and love of fun is probably why she loves the Lost Boys and dreams of someday becoming the first Lost Girl. Laura, the third eldest, was a sweet girl with a heart of gold. She loved surfing and song-writing, especially writing songs about love. She is waiting on her Prince Charming to come sweep her off her feet, but to no avail, for there are no good young men for her back home. True love has always appealed to her, and she longs to be with a guy who loves her for forever. Plus, she also loves spunky characters, which is why her favorite is Tinker Bell. But Laura wasn’t the only one looking for love. Meagan, the youngest, was a cute girl with the purest soul this side of Neverland. She was probably the biggest fan of her mother’s stories because she loved hearing about Peter. Oh, peter. She would dream about him all the time, doodle his name in her notebook, basically do everything any lovestruck teen would do. She thought he was the most wonderful and perfect person in the world. He was supposed to be sweet, handsome, smart, confident, everything she ever wanted in a guy. Ever since she was small, she believed that Peter was the guy for her. She’d even put out snacks for him in hopes that Peter would come and possibly take her back to Neverland with him. Even though they’ve never met, the food would always turn up missing, so she kept leaving food out for him every night, despite her father’s nay-saying. He always told her that Peter didn’t exist and never, ever would. Little did he know how wrong he was. Well, one crystal clear night, Mr. and Mrs. McDonough were getting ready to go to a party. The girls were upstairs in their room, reenacting one of Peter’s greatest adventures. Mrs. McDonough had just finished fixing her hair, her husband came bursting through the door, looking quite flustered as he began to dig through the drawers of their dresser in obvious anguish. His wife laughed at his apparent distresss and asked him, her sweet voice gentle as a feather, “Goodness dear, what’s with all of the fuss? Missing something?” Her husband didn’t look up as he said to her, his southern accent becoming even more apparent with the worry increasing in his voice “I can’t find any of my ties! Or my good cufflinks! Or my nice walking stick! Oh dear lord, where have they gone?” he cried as he dug frantically through the drawers ‘And now my favorite belt is gone too! What in the blue blazes is going on here?” he cried as he threw up his hands. His came over and gently put her hands on his sagging shoulders “Aww sweetie, I’m sorry! Have you tried checking the girls’ room? They might-“ she didn’t even get to finish before her husband’s head snapped up, his voice starting to grow angry as he said “The girls’ room! That’s it! I swear, if they have any of my things……” and with that Mr. Mcdonough stormed out of the room and up the stairs in pursuit of his missing accessories.
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 21, 2010 2:31:47 GMT -5
okay, and yes, for those who are wondering, this story is inspired by Peter Pan. K, just thot I'd clear that up!!!
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 21, 2010 3:46:13 GMT -5
Chapter 2 Mr. McDonough finally reached the top of the stairs and stomped over to the girls’ room. He threw open the door and saw a most peculiar sight. Laura was lying on top of the window box, bound and gagged, with her fairy wings crushed up against the window, her glittered covered face fearful as she looked at the sight before her. It was Meagan, who was dressed up as Peter Pan, with her hand on the hilt of her wooden sword, and she was glaring at Shelby, who had a smirk on her face, which had a beard and moustache penciled on it. She also held a coat hanger in one hand and her daddy’s walking stick in the other. Olivia was Smee, Hook’s faithful, bumbling servant, and he was keeping guard of Tinker Bell (Laura) and the treasure chest. Peter (Meagan) gave Hook (Shelby) a venomous look as she screamed “Let her go, you old codfish!” Hook just laughed and said “Never!” Peter drew his sword and pointed it at Hook and said “Then I’ll just have to take her by force!” Hook sneered and drew his sword, saying “I’d like to see you try.” And the two began to have an epic duel. It didn’t last very long, though, because their father, who was standing in the doorway, noticed his walking stick and screeched “Stop! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” The fighting ceased and a deadly silence took hold of the room as the girls looked at their father, petrified. “Sorry daddy, we were just having a duel. You see, I was-“started Meagan. “I don’t care!” Mr. McDonough shrieked, interrupting her, “What gave you the idea that you could use my walking stick to fight with?” his voice shook with rage as he looked at all of the girls with angry eyes. He noticed Laura, who was still tied up, and said “Untie your sister. Now!” Olivia immediately began untying Laura. Mr. McDonough, who was already ticked enough, noticed what they used to bind Laura, and got even angrier. His voice got really quiet, barely above a whisper as he said through gritted teeth “Are….those…my……neckties…..and…..my…..belt?” Meagan gathered them together, along with the walking stick and handed them to him, saying in a small voice “Yes sir.” Laura ran over to their makeshift treasure chest and pulled out a small handful of shiny objects. She warily walked over to her father and offered them to him with shaking hands and saying with a voice that was shaking as badly as her hands “H-here, I th-think these a-are y-yours s-sir.” She dumped the cufflinks into his hand and slowly began backing up towards Shelby to stand next to her. Their father was red as a beet with fury and speechless when his wife trotted into the room. “I heard you scream, dear. Whatever is the matter?” her husband managed to say in a normal tone, although it was filled with anger “Kacy, these girls decided it would be okay to take my stuff without my permission and use it to play their foolish, make-believe poppycock they’re always doing. I’m seriously considering taking away their Celtic Thunder concert tickets.” “NO!” all the girls cried in unison. If there was anything the girls loved as much as Peter Pan, it was Celtic Thunder. All of the girls were die-hard thunderheads, and each of them harbored a crush on a certain member of the group. Shelby was in love with Ryan, The Dark Destroyer and heartbreaker. Olivia loved Neil, the guitarist for the band and new vocalist for the group. Laura was deeply in love with Keith, the surfer/singer/songwriter. Meagan was crazily in love with Damian, the young heartthrob. All of the girls dreamed of hopefully someday getting to meet the guys, hence their sudden interest in their dad’s vacation home in Derry. The sisters looked at each other in horror at the thought of losing the tickets. Fortunately, their mom intervened and said “Now Phil, don’t do that! These girls had no way of knowing it was wrong to use this stuff to play. And I’m sure that they’re very sorry. Aren’t you girls?” They all nodded their heads forcefully in agreement. Their father’s face softened as he turned to face his wife again and said “Oh alright. I suppose I was being a bit harsh. I’m sorry. Now you ladies need to head to bed, for your mother and I are going out to a soirée and won’t be back until very late.” He pulled out his pocket watch while his wife was finishing up with his tie. “Holy smokes! We are gonna be late! C’mon honey, let’s go!” and he grabbed his wife’s hand and dragged her downstairs and out the door. “Goodnight my darlings! Sleep well!” was all their mother could say as she ran with her husband out the door. After a few moments, the door downstairs slammed shut and the sisters looked at each other, relief emanating from their faces. They stayed in silence like that until Shelby clapped her hands and said “Well, I do believe we’ve all had enough excitement for one day. Time for bed ladies!” All the girls could do was nod in agreement as they began to change for bed. Meagan changed quickly and set out her usual tray of goodies for Peter. This time, she laid out milk, cookies, and a snickers bar. Shelby came over and eyed the plate quizzically, asking Meagan “Whoa, what’s with the gourmet midnight snack?” Meagan just blushed a light pink as she stared out the window and said softly “I know it’s tonight, Shelbs. I just know it! I don’t know how, nor why, but I got a feeling it’s tonight!” Shelby just smiled a small smile as she gently told her “Now honey, don’t invest too much energy into this, alright? Now I say we head to bed. The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner he’ll get here” Meagan just beamed as she jumped from the window box and curled up in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep and to her dreams about her and Peter in Neverland. Little did she know that her dream was about to become a reality, and that this was the last night these sisters would be sleeping in this world. For as they slumbered, a certain dark-haired, bright blue-eyed boy was flying to their house and would soon change their lives forever.
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 22, 2010 3:10:05 GMT -5
Chapter 3 It was about a quarter after ten when Mr. Pan finally arrived at the McDonough household. He was very frazzled from the rushed flight, for he was running late that night. All of his fears melted away as he glided over the walls of Derry and slowed to a halt as he approached the window leading to the girls’ room. He reached forward and gently pushed on the window, which came open without protest, causing him to smile slightly, and slipped into the room. He had always enjoyed coming to this house, because he loved hearing the tales that the mother would tell of his adventures. But the smile disappeared almost as soon as it came, because he noticed the clock, which read 10:15, and saw all of the girls tucked in their beds, sound asleep. “Did I miss story time?” he thought, but noticed a small handwritten note lying next to the plate of milk and cookies and the snickers bar. It was from a girl named Meagan, and it basically explained how her parents had left for a party, so they had to retire to bed early and how story time had been canceled. A grin managed to work its way across his face as he read and re-read the note. “How sweet.” He thought as he picked up the last cookie and munched on it. He began to scan the room and looked at each of the girls, for he had never seen them before. Normally, he’d come in while they were getting ready for bed, grab his snack, then take it and sit on the roof and eat it while listening to the bedtime stories their mother told them. Then, he’d quickly replace the plate and glass and go home. He gazed at each of the girl’s faces until he came across one that made him stop cold turkey. His eyebrows furrowed in curiosity as he swallowed his last bite of the snickers bar. For some reason, this girl was drawing him in, and he didn’t know why, so he floated carefully over to the sleeping girl. When he got close enough to see her face, his eyes widened in wonder and he nearly fell down to the ground. This girl was making his heart do funny things and his breath quicken. He had never seen anything quite like her before. “She is so….oh, what’s that word?” he thought to himself. He racked in his brain, trying to remember the word that the Mer-King often used to describe his wife. “Beautiful! That’s it! She is so beautiful.” He said to himself. He cocked his head to the side and continued to gaze upon her in awe. Unfortunately, it was too dark for him to see her slowly open her eyes. She looked up sleepily and noticed the figure floating by her bedside. She gasped and covered her mouth, biting back a scream. She flipped on her bedside lamp and saw what she believed was the most wonderful sight she had ever seen. There he was, the man of her dreams, floating by her bedside, looking at her with wide, bright blue eyes. “Peter Pan,” she gasped in delight as she sat up in her bed, “It’s you!” He just looked embarrassed as he tried to say “Well, I’m not exactly-“ but Meagan interrupted him, her face glowing with joy as she exclaimed “Oh, Peter I’m ever so delighted to meet you! I’m Meagan by the way. Oh, this is so fantastic! Although I do admit, you look much more different than I thought you’d look.” She expected Peter to look like the one from the Disney movie. However, this one was tall and lanky, with dark hair and bright blue eyes that were the color of the sky. However, he was dressed exactly like the Disney Peter Pan, everything from his hat to his shoes. He wore brown leather peasant shoes, green tights, a green hat with a single red feather, and a green shirt with a jagged end and was held against his skinny, yet extremely slender and muscular body by a belt that had a small brown pouch attached on one hip, and what appeared to be a small dagger on the other. Mr. Pan let out a small laugh, a high pitched laugh that surprised Meagan and made her giggle and didn’t match his deep, heavily Northern Irish accented voice as he said to her, his blue eyes laughing “Well, that’s because I’m not Peter! He’s my brother who lives in North America. I’m his older brother, Damian Pan!” He then took his hat off and bowed gracefully to her, while still floating in the air. Meagan just sat there in shock as she thought to herself “Wow, Damian McGinty and Peter Pan mixed together! Boy, am I lucky!” Damian slowly drifted to the ground as Meagan began to stand up “Well Meagan, I must admit, you seem like a fine young lass.” He took her hands in his, the warmth and caring touch making her knees wobble as he asked her “Would you like to come with me to Thunderland? We’d have a grand time!” Meagan almost fainted from shock. She could hardly believe what she was hearing. The man of her dreams was asking her to go away with him to Never-, well Thunder-, land! She almost immeadiatly said yes, but she frowned as she looked at her sisters, who were still asleep, blissfully unaware of what was going on. “Can my sisters come too?” Meagan asked warily. Damian smiled warmly at her “Of course they can come! Im sure the boys would love to meet some girls that didn’t have tails!” he winked at her and she giggled and went to go wake up her sisters. The girls slowly woke up and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. They all finally noticed Damian, and while Olivia and Laura stared at him open-mouthed, Shelby, whose eyes were the size of the moon, asked Meagan in a disbelieving voice “Is this-?” A mile wide grin began to spread across Meagan’s face as she said “Well technically, he’s Peter’s older brother, Damian, but he’s basically the same thing! He wants to take us all to Thunderland with him!” Shelby eyed Damian and said “Thunderland, eh? Alright Damian, we’ll go with you. But how exactly do we get to this Thunderland?” A mischievous smile crawled across Damian’s face as he said “Flying, of course!” “Flying? But we can’t fly!” Olivia exclaimed. Damian said “Well, of course you can’t! All you guys need is some pixie dust!” and so he pulled his bag from his belt, floated over to Olivia, Shelby and Laura and began sprinkling this sparkly, powder-like substance onto their heads. Sure enough, the girls began floating and flying around the room, laughing and squealing. Damian just chuckled at them as he bounded over to Meagan. He dug his hand into the pouch, but there was no pixie dust. “Oh pooh, I must’ve used it all up.” As Meagan’s face fell, Damian just smiled at her and said tenderly “Don’t worry Megs. I wasn’t about to leave you behind.” And he planted a kiss on her forehead. Meagan just blushed and felt her heart skip a beat as an electric shock ran through it. When Damian pulled back, she too found herself floating and flying and laughing with the rest of them. Damian just smiled even more as he went and pushed open the window and asked “Is everyone ready to go?” “Yes!” the all replied in joyous unison. Damian drifted over to Meagan and grabbed her hand, causing her to blush again, and motioned with his other hand for everyone to follow him. “Come on then! Here we go!” They all filed out of the room, first Damian and Meagan, then Laura, then Olivia, then Shelby, who closed the window and guarded the rear. The flight was exhilarating, the wind whipping through their hair, the city of Derry slowly giving way to the green rolling hills of Ireland. They were all really enjoying their flight when Shelby called out “Okay, where exactly are we heading? I mean, like what are our directions?” Damian just let out a whoop then he said with a laugh “Second star to the right and straight on till morning!” Everyone just laughed as they all soared into the night towards that second star to the right, totally unaware that they were flying right into the deadliest welcoming committee to ever sail the high seas.
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 26, 2010 3:31:02 GMT -5
here yall go!! sorry, its been a crazy week, lol! i aint been able to write much, so thats why this update is kinda small.
Chapter 4 While Damian and the girls were nearing Thunderland, down below the clouds, in the Midnight Well (the name the locals gave the lagoon), a lone pirate ship was anchored out in the middle. On that ship, a scruffy looking pirate, perhaps in his late twenties, dressed in rags, was singing an old pirate song off key “Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate’s life for me! We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack, stand up me hearties, yo ho! We’ll rummage and vessel and even hi-jack stand up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, Yo h-” “BANG!” the man was silenced as a gunshot boomed across the ship. All that was heard of him last was a blood curdling howl of pain and the sickening plop of his dead corpse falling into the ocean. The gun, a good ole’ fashioned pirate revolver, and it was dangling loosely from the hand of another pirate, though this one was much, much more menacing. He had the classic villain face, with hair as black as his heart, hypnotic, cold blue-green eyes, and an evil smile filled with perfect pearly white teeth. At present, though, those teeth were hidden behind a scowl as he stared angrily at the map spread out before him. He blew on the smoke that was billowing from the barrel of the gun and stood up. He was dressed much like the Dread Pirate Roberts, his second cousin, wearing black boots with tight black pirate pants tucked into them. He also wore a fitted black t-shirt sort of thing with a deep v-neck that exposed some of his perfect chest. He would’ve looked like any other stupid, rum-soaked pirate, except for one, well two, major factors. First of all, he wore a very lavish scarlet long coat his brother had gotten him before Thunderland, with a nice brown leather belt with a holster for his gun on one hip, and a long, elegant, and extremely lethal sword on the other. He put a hand on the hilt of the sword, which had his name inscribed in it. A name of pure evil, a name of darkness. Just the mere mention of it would send children running inside to their mommies and daddies. His name? Captain Ryan John Hook, brother to James Hook of Neverland. Known as “The Dark Destroyer of the Seven Seas”, this Hook was far more cunning and ruthless than his handicapped brother, for his black heart did not know love, nor did it want to. He began to walk away from the table, but quickly arrested his movement, and whirled around, slamming his fist on the map and shouting “Curse you, Damian Pan! You and your little boyfriends have antagonized me for the last time. I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!” But how? He thought. Unlike his dim-witted brother, he was smart enough to plan out an attack. That’s how he managed to clear out the mermaids and put the savages in their place, surely he could kill of these little maggots, right? But this group was a challenge, since he had no clue as to where their hideout was, nor a good incentive to get them to do what he wanted. As he pondered over this, a sudden puff of smoke materialized and a person appeared. It was a female pirate, slightly shorter than Hook. She had short amber hair, and golden eyes, one of which was covered with an eye patch. Hook just put a hand to his face, closed his eyes and sighed as he said, his Northern Irish accent now extremely apparent “You know, Lily, you could just walk up here. It’d be less weird.” Lily, who was bouncing up and down, whined “But I NEVER get to use my super awesome pirate-ninja-hobo superpowers! Anyways, Cap’n, we’ve spotted Pan. And he’s brought friends.” Hooks head immediately snapped up and he growled “Where?” Lily frantically pointed and cried “Just off the starboard bow!” Hook snatched his spyglass and flicked it to his eye, thankful he didn’t have a hook, and lo and behold, there sat Damian Pan and some other girls on a cloud, clear as day. “Well lookie here, it looks like Pan has finally picked up some ladies.” He smiled evilly at Lily, a menacing glint in his cold eyes. “Let’s show these ladies that they’re not welcome and that I am someone to be feared.” Lily laughed an evil laugh as she went to ready a cannon. “Can I blow them out of the sky?” “Nay, I have a plan to get rid of Pan and his pests once and for all. Just give em’ a good warning shot.” Lily, sad because she didn’t to blast anything, silently began preparing a cannon. Meanwhile, Pan was showing all of the girls Thunderland, blissfully unaware of their little welcoming gift that they were about to receive……………………..
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Feb 28, 2010 4:24:38 GMT -5
Here you guys go! sorry it took so long! enjoy!!
Chapter 5 Back up in the clouds, Damian was showing all the girls Thunderland from a bird’s eye view. It was a very beautiful land, and very diverse. It seemed to range from having lush jungles, to lagoons, to a savage camp, to mountains, and everything in between. The girls all just either sat or stood there in disbelief and awe as they gazed upon the vast land before them. They were actually here, they all thought. As Damian drew a breath, Shelby asked as she pointed at the ship “Hey isn’t that the ship, of Captain Hook the pirate?” Almost as if on cue, a loud “boom!” was heard as a cannonball headed straight towards them. “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” they all screamed as they scattered in different directions. Meagan, who was frozen with fear, was nearly hit by the cannonball, but Damian leaped forward and tackled her out of the way. It whizzed over Damian as they landed on the cloud. Damian was on top of Meagan, and he blushed and immediately got off of her and shouted “Everyone stay behind me!” Damian leapt off the cloud with the other girls following suit, and they made their speedy descent into the jungles of Thunderland. After flying through the lush trees and vines and such of the jungle, they came across this huge tree. Damian landed on the ground, and the other girls do the same. Damian smiled as the girls look on in confusion. He smiled as he kicked a small knot on the tree and a door swung open from the heart of the tree. He gestured for the girls to go in, and Olivia, being the bravest, climbed in first. “Whoooooooo!!!!” she yelled as she slid down the indoor slide to the main room of Damian’s secret headquarters. After a minute or two of sliding, she came out at what seemed to be the inside of a log cabin with a tribal theme. There was a tiger pelt rug and multiple hammocks hanging from the walls. It was like a dream come true for Olivia, who always longed to be a Lost Boy. It wasn’t long before she was joined by the rest of the gang, and Damian went to the center of the room. He turned to the girls, grinning and said “Welcome to my humble home!” The girls looked around in awe, and Meagan said “Its’ a lovely home. But who sleeps in all of these hammocks.” Damian got a twinkle in his eyes as he said “I was hoping you’d ask that. C’mon out boys!” Suddenly, the room erupted in and bunches of heads of little boys suddenly popped out of nowhere, each of them wearing what seemed to b footy pjs with hoods, except they were each made of animal pelts. “Ladies, I’d like for you to meet the Lost Boys!” Olivia just started glowing as she looked at all of the boys. “Nice to meet you guys!” they all chorused. “Hey aren’t you forgetting someone?” a voice said. “Oh, yeah! Ladies, this is Neil, the head Lost Boy.” Olivia just gasped as a handsome young man walked into the room. He wore pants mad of tiger pelt, and a sash made of the same thing, but that was it, his perfect chest and abs almost glowing in the light of the room. Or maybe that was just what Olivia thought. He had dark hair and brown eyes that seemed warm and fun-loving, and a tad bit mischievous, and he had a perfect smile, which he was using as he asked “How do you do?” He looked at each one of the girls, but his eyes stopped on Olivia. He walked over to her and said “Why hello there beautiful. What might be your name? And what is your greatest Neverland dream? Well, Thunder in this case, but whatever.” And he took her hands in his and she looked up at him, beaming, and said fearlessly “My name is Olivia and I want to become the first Lost Girl!” Neil looked ecstatic as the Lost Boys began cheering. “Well, you certainly have the guts for it!” Neil said and he turned to the Lost Boys “What say you lads?” The Lost Boys began cheering and whooping yet again and Neil turned back and beamed at Olivia “Well, we haven’t a moment to lose then! Come, we must begin your orientation! Come now lads!” he took Olivia’s hand and they ran up the stairs, the lost boys following close behind. Everyone just laughed, but stopped as Damian said “Wait, we are missing someone.” He looked at the hallway and said “Come on man, I know you’re in there. Come out and show yourself!” At his beckoned call, a figure, which made Laura’s jaw drop and her eyes bug out, came walking into the room. He looked exactly like Keith Harkin, and was the same height, except he had giant fairy wings, and he glowed a little bit. He wore an outfit exactly like Damian’s, except his was brown and he had no dagger. Damian smiled and said “C’mon man, tell em all hi and what your name is.” Keith looked at Damian, petrified, but Damian would not allow for his silence as he said “C’mon dude. Tell em.” Keith opened his mouth and began talking, but all that came out was the sound of guitars. Meagan looked at Damian, who had a smug grin on his face as he she asked “Wait, what did he say?” Laura piped up before Damian could say anything “He said hello and that his name was Keither Bell.” Everyone turned and stared at Laura. Keither Bell looked at her open-mouthed, his eyes wide with shock. “What did I say?” she asked “Couldn’t y’all understand him?” “No…” the other sisters chorused…………………….
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Mar 4, 2010 3:38:21 GMT -5
*hey, sorry this update took so long. I've been crazy busy with snow and school and such. Plus, an attack of writers' block doesn't help either. Enjoy!*
Chapter 5 “C’mon you guys! I know I’m not crazy! I heard what he said.” Laura exclaimed. Damian, whose eyes had been as big as everyone else’s, slowly walked forward and stopped in front of her and explained “Well, I don’t doubt your sanity, Laura. I’m just kinda shocked that somebody can understand him. Only I have been able to understand him these past few years.” It was Laura’s turn to be wide eyed as she took that in and before she could inquire as to why, Damian turned around, clapped his hands together and said with a smile “Well, now that that’s taken care of. Meagan, would you care to take a tour of Thunderland with me?” He took her hand and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Sure! I’d love to!” she exclaimed as Damian began to drag her out the door. She was able to squeak out a final “Bye guys!” before Damian had dragged her out of sight. When all was quiet in the tree house, Shelby looked at Laura and asked “Hey, would you mind if I went for a walk? I know I’ll be able to find my way back.” Laura said with a smile “Sure! Go have fun! I’ll stay here and keep Keither Bell company.” Shelby said her thanks and walked outside. When they were all alone, Laura could hear Keither Bell mutter “Didn’t even say anything. Again.” Laura looked at him quizzically and he sighed and said “Okay, well, here’s the thing. A long time ago, I used to be a wonder boy, just like Damian. We were, like, best friends, brothers in arms, partners in crime, you know the whole bit. Well, we went out on an expedition, and we it was a race to find some pirate gold or something. I think I’d found it just before he did when all of a sudden, there was a flash of light and the world went black. I woke up like this, with Damian being the only one to understand me. He said he’d try to help break the curse, but in the meantime to follow him. So, naturally, as we were researching, I followed him around, helping him and such. Figured it’d be the only way I could repay him for helping me break the curse. Well, when we finally found out how to break it, guess who decides he doesn’t wanna do it?” Laura gasped as Keither Bell continued “Yeah, Damian. Apparently he’d grown a bit too acclimated to my presence and me following him and such. He knew I’d be perfectly helpless if I didn’t follow him, since he was the only one who could understand me. So he said he wouldn’t, and there was nothing I could do about it. And he’s right. So I’ve been stuck as his pixie-slave for a while.” Laura scooted over closer to Keither Bell and she put her arm around his shoulder, being careful not to hit his wings, and said with a determined tone “Well, I’ll help you break this curse of yours, Keither Bell. It’s horrible for Damian to keep you as his own personal slave like this.” She stood up and Keither Bell followed, saying “Are you sure? I mean, it’s dangerous and I don’t want you getting hurt.” Laura just looked at Keither Bell, her hazel eyes burning with determination that was reflected in her tone of voice “Of course it’ll be dangerous. What quest isn’t? But you and your freedom are worth it.” Laura turned slightly red and clamped her mouth shut when she realized what she’d said. Keither Bell just looked at her, an unnamed swirl of emotions swimming around in his eyes and a slight smile upon his face. Laura just blushed even more, her cheeks rosy as she exclaimed “Well, we haven’t a moment to lose. Do you have any references that we could use, such as a map or books?” Keither Bell turned away from her to go get the references, but shortly arrested his movement and looked over his shoulder, saying “Oh, and feel free to call me Keithers, by the way.” And he walked back to get the stuff. Laura just smiled and thought “Wow, this’ll be a great ride.” Keithers came back a few minutes later with maps and such, and the two went straight to work.
Meanwhile, outside, Shelby was taking a nice peaceful walk through the jungle, listening to the animals and admiring the wonderful greenery. But she had her sights set on a much bluer, aquatic landscape as she strolled through the jungle towards the shore of the lagoon. Unfortunately, she was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she failed to notice the absence of birdcall. Well, the absence of any sound, really. Or the increase in troublesome vines and other plants, for she was not heading towards the mermaids’ lagoon. Nay, she was heading for the Midnight Well. It was starting to get dark, and this one was closest, so it only stood to reason that she go to this one, since she had no other knowledge of Thunderland’s plants and nightlife. In her reasoning, though, she failed to take in account the reason why this lagoon was so empty, so silent. She mistook it for tranquility as she stepped out into the sand, her toes sinking into the soft white sand. She smiled as she took in a deep whiff of the crisp night air, for it was now dark. The moon was high, the night was young, and Shelby was lost in the feel of the sand and the sound of the water lapping gently against the shore. She had gone so far astray in her thoughts, she couldn’t hear the sound of a figure coming up from behind her. She turned around, although it was to late, because the dark figure was standing in front of her and he thrust his hand out and clamped it hard on her throat. His teeth gleamed in the pale moonlight as he hissed with a sinister quality in his voice “Welcome to the Midnight Well, my pretty.” And he clubbed the side of her head and she passed out cold onto the ground. The dark figure, often called the “Gypsy” made a motion towards the water, and a pirate ship slowly began to emerge from the fog that had managed to mysteriously appear whilst the kidnapping had occurred. He threw Shelby’s cold, temporarily lifeless body onto his shoulder as he made his way to his dinghy. He tossed her into it, then he shoved his boat of the shore and began rowing back to the awaiting ship. He looked down at Shelby, barely visible in the dark, and the Gypsy chuckled darkly whispering evilly as he stopped rowing momentarily and stroked her hair “Oh, do I have plans for you, my pretty………………..”
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Mar 9, 2010 4:51:00 GMT -5
Chapter 6 It wasn’t long before the small rowboat came upon the titanic, well seemingly titanic from the dinghy’s point of view, pirate ship. Ryan slung Shelby over his shoulder and he climbed the ladder to the main deck and he walked swiftly to his office, where he bound and gagged Shelby, then threw her in an empty room with only a bed and a bucket. He slammed the door shut, locked it, then went back to his office. He sat down in his chair, put his feet up on his desk, and crossed his arms. He thought back to his prisoner and he laughed an evil, spine-chilling laugh. Now I can finally get rid of Damian and his little boys once and for all. And get a little personal gain for myself. Soon all of Thunderland will be mine! He let out another evil laugh and then retired to his room, dreaming about his sweet revenge.
Meanwhile, during that day, Damian and Meagan had flown out to go and see Thunderland. Damian first flew Meagan to a lagoon and he motioned towards it. “I thought you might enjoy this.” He said with a smile. Meagan stepped forward and gasped and squealed in surprise. It was the Mermaid Lagoon, the one she had always dreamed of seeing. It was where all of the most beautiful mermaids gathered and talked and groomed, kind of like a hair salon. While Meagan was staring at them in awe, Damian laughed and asked “Would you like to meet them?” Meagan nodded her head vigorously and Damian took her hand and they flew over to a rock in the center of the lagoon. It didn’t take long before a huge wave came towards the rock and crashed against it, revealing a man. This man was very lean, with abs and tanned skin. He was toned, yet muscular, and had a face with very polished features. He had laughing eyes and a wonderful smile that could knock any lass off her feet. When he spoke, his voice was a musical tenor as he cried “Damian Pan! Why I haven’t seen you around these parts in the longest of time! What brings you here to Mermaid Lagoon?” Damian Pan just smiled as the Mer-King clapped him on the back and he looked at Meagan and said “Meagan, this is Paulsideon, The King of these Seas.” Meagan bowed to Paulsideon, who gave out a hearty laugh and said “No need for formalities here my dear girl! Welcome to the Mermaid Lagoon. There’s someone I’d like for you to meet first, before you meet the girls.” Paulsideon’s face lit up as he turned towards the lake and cried “Mo ghrá, mo milis, teacht anseo. Freastal ar an cailín álainn!” As Paulsideon turned to the center of the lagoon, Damian squeezed Meagan’s hand and whispered “I’ll be right back.” and he flew off in the general direction of the group of other mermaids. Before Meagan could say or do anything, she heard a loud splashing noise and saw a most wonderful sight. There before her was arguably the most striking mermaid to ever swim the seas. Paulsideon smiled and kissed the lovely mermaid on the cheek and turned back to Meagan, saying in a loving voice “Meagan, this is my beautiful wife, Mindy. She is the fairest maiden in all of the seas, and I love her with all of my heart.” Mindy looked at Megan, her eyes alight with love and wisdom as she wrapped Meagan in a warm embrace “It’s very nice to meet you darling.” Paulsideon gave Meagan a look of warning as he said “Now, before you go, there’s one thing I must warn you about. These girls are not your average storybook mermaids. While they are my loves, my doves, my eggs, so are you, and you have the right to know that these girls are actually merrows. Aye, these lovely lassies have striking good looks and appear innocent, but it’s their voices that are so dangerous. They use their voices to lure sailors into rock faces and glaciers and such. Very bad. Very, very bad. So I suggest that if you love this Damian boy, you’ll- oh dear.” Paulsideon looked worried and sad as Meagan turned and gasped with horror. There before her was a merrow, wrapping her arms around Damian, stroking his face and crooning something too him that she couldn’t make out. But she didn’t need to. “Damian!” she screamed, tears falling from her face. Damian looked over at Meagan, his blue eyes and his whole face smothered in fear as he said “No Meagan, it’s not what you think! She’s new, and I’m not familiar with her voice! I couldn’t resist. This is not what it looks like!” “Oh I know perfectly well and good what it is!” Meagan cried as she leapt over from the rock in the lagoon to the shore and barreled into the jungle, her heart breaking with each step………………..
*Here you guys go! again been crazy busy and had case of writer's block!*
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Mar 14, 2010 6:02:10 GMT -5
*sorry this update took so long! as always, comments are greatly appreciated!*
Chapter 7 After quite a few minutes of dashing through the jungle, Damian’s cries echoing from behind her, Meagan finally slowed to a stop. She found herself heartbroken and in the middle of some part of jungle she was unfamiliar with. She began crying even harder. Sitting down on a nearby log, she thought about the event that just happened. Damian was in the arms of another woman. One with a tail and a good singing voice to boot! She thought he loved her, not some stupid fish woman. Apparently, she was wrong. Meagan sat there and cried her eyes out for hours, eventually falling asleep, not realizing where she was and how much danger she was in. After she dozed off, a small party of savages came and surrounded her, each painted like Celtic warriors, wearing only kilts with symbols stitched onto them. A larger, much more intimidating bald savage dressed in lavish clothes and beads and such came forth. He lifted Meagan’s tear-soaked face and one of the savages said to the chief in a voice heavily accented with Scottish “What now Chief?” The chief looked somberly at Meagan and said in a heavy Scottish accent, “Bind and gag her. Bring her to camp and place her with other captives.” The savage party grunted their agreement and bound and gagged Meagan and began to carry her back to their camp. Meanwhile, back in the jungles near the hideaway, Olivia was in the middle of her Lost Boy, well girl in her case, orientation. She was so excited, because she was on her final challenge. She’d braved everything, from the evil Pookas to the Banshees, all done with perfection. She was born to do this, of that much she was certain. Neil had said very much the same thing to her. He’d been guiding her around the whole day, helping her up to this point. She thought he was the most amazing guy ever, especially since he was basically Neil Byrne on tribal steroids, and she liked it. Presently, they were crouched behind a large fern, closely watching the huge white tiger before them. Her last challenge was to try and kill a large animal with a bow and arrow. She was nervous because she’d never used a bow and arrow before, but she knew she had to try. She looked at Neil, her eyes expressing her cluelessness. Neil slowly crawled over to her, so he wouldn’t frighten the tiger, and got right behind Olivia. He put his hands over Olivia’s wrapping his arms around her, and pulling himself up against her. She shivered at his touch, which felt exhilarating. She looked into his eyes, and he into hers. The chemistry that passed between them was beggaring description. They forgot about the tiger, and they raised the bow and fired it while still looking into each other’s eyes, striking down the tiger instantly. Neil leaned in and kissed Olivia, both dropping the bow as Olivia wrapped her arms around Neil’s neck and Neil wrapped his arms around Olivia’s waist. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but it kept going, and grew more and more intense until they were both full on making out. One of the Lost Boys found them kissing and turned to the others and said “Looks like the boss is busy. Let’s head back. Oh, and grab the tiger.” And with that, the Lost Boys ran back to the hideaway with the tiger, leaving Olivia and Neil kissing in the jungle, totally oblivious to the savages surrounding them. When the two finally broke away, they looked at each in utter bliss, bliss that was soon destroyed by the cries of the savages that jumped out and attacked them. Neil and Olivia were clubbed in the heads, gagged, bound, and were taken back to the savage camp, where their fate was to be decided. Back at the hideaway, Keith and Laura were getting their last few things for their expedition. As Laura looked at the map one more time before rolling it up and packing it away, Keith came over to her and put a hand on hers as she put the map in her backpack. “You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” He said gazing into her eyes, which were filled with worry. “For the millionth time, Keith, I want to go! You don’t deserve to be treated this way, and I wanna help!” Laura said in a firm tone, her eyes alight with a determination that hadn’t ceased from the moment she agreed to help him. She took his hand in hers, almost dying of ecstasy on the inside as she said “Now come on, we are wasting daylight!” and the two of them headed out into the vast wilderness of Thunderland. They first had to brave the Mull of Kintyre, which thanks to Keiths wings, was easy because all he had to do was pick up Laura and fly over it. She wasn’t to in love with the idea of Keith carrying her across it, but before she could say anything against it, Keith had scooped her up in his arms and they were soaring over it. Laura squealed and wrapped her arms around Keith’s neck. Although she was at first terrified of Keith dropping her, she could tell his strong arms were not about to let her go, so she actually enjoyed the feeling of being in Keith’s arms. It was actually pretty nice, and she was sad to see it end as they touched ground and Keith gently put her down. She looked up at him, and he looked down at her and smiled, sending her heart into fits. She smiled back at him and pulled out the map. “Looks like we’ll be headed to the Homes of Donegal next.” Keith looked at her quizzically and over her shoulder at the map and asked “How’d you figure that?” she pointed at a clue that had just become visible on the page and said, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she said “Well, because the clue here says ‘and I like to lie, lie alone with you while away at night….’ And that’s from the song The Homes of Donegal. So it stands to reason that our next location is the Homes of Donegal.” Keith looked at her and then back at the setting sun “We’ll never make it by sundown, even if we fly. We need to set up camp here, while there is still some light, and we are close to a river.” Laura nodded her agreement and the two of them began to set up camp. There was barely any light in the sky by the time they finished setting up camp. Laura sat down on a log by the fire and began to prepare some dinner. Keith looked at her and asked if he could go and take a bath by the river, since he didn’t get to bathe at the hideaway. Laura agreed and Keith went down to the river, unknowingly forgetting to bring his clean shirt that he’d laid out. Laura sat by the fire, slowly roasting the meat while studying the map, trying to figure out where this map was leading them, but her thoughts kept returning to Keith. Her Keither Bell. She sighed as she thought of her perfect pixie man and how much she really did love him, not realizing that her Keither Bell was thinking very much the same about her, although a bit more deeply than she. She almost forgot about the meat, and noticed that there was something wrong with it. It was on fire! She quickly yanked it out and blew the fire out. Fortunately, this meat was a kind of meat that needed to catch on fire to cook, so she was saved. She breathed heavy sigh of relief as she divvied up the meat for her and Keith. It wasn’t long after she’d finished that she heard Keith come back and he said “Hey, I think I may have left my shirt on the rock next to you. Would you mind tossing it to me?” Laura looked over at the rock and saw his perfectly folded navy blue shirt sitting atop the rock. “Yeah, hang on a sec” she called to him as she picked up the shirt. She turned to him and said “Here you go-…!” she gasped at the end of her sentence because of the sight before her. Keither Bell was standing there in his navy pants, yet he had no shirt, so she was able to get a good look at his entire torso, perfectly sculpted abs and all. He seemed to glow, thanks to the firelight, making him look that much more appealing, especially with his fairy wings, he looked like an angel. Without a word, Laura began to walk towards him, not looking at his eyes, but at his chest. When she finally made it over to him, she held out the shirt to him, still not meeting his gaze. He took the shirt and she took a gamble and put her hands on his bare chest. Then, she slowly moved one of them and wrapped it around his neck, while using the other to lightly trace his abs. They were hard as iron, yet smooth as silk. She felt Keith shiver slightly under her touch and she gazed up at him, placing the hand that was on his abs onto his chest. She finally met his eyes, which were burning like a fire, (me: this burning desire! Lol, had to say it) a deep, passionate fire that nearly knocked the breath out of her. They stood there for a few minutes, just staring into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Keith threw his shirt to the side and kissed Laura passionately on the lips. The force behind the kiss almost took her breath away and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his hands on her back, pressing her against him. The two of them stood like that, lips locked and holding each other, until they finally broke away. They stared into each other’s eyes, not saying a word. They lied down on the ground, and Laura cuddled herself next to Keith, resting her head on his bare chest and fell asleep. All Keith could do was sigh as he stroked her hair and thought about what had just happened until he too fell asleep.
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Post by GA- Powder Monkey to the Capn on Mar 26, 2010 15:15:22 GMT -5
Hi everyone! Well, after days of writer's block and stress, I've finally gotten an update. this update is special, because it was written by my co-author:MrsKeithharkin1994!!! please comment and enjoy, as always! im very proud of her, because she did a great job and I love my co-author very much!!! Hopefully, she will be writing with me for a long time. I'm so fortunate to have such a talented, sweet, and amazing co-author. Anywho, enjoy this lovely update written by my fabulous, supercalifragilisticexpealidocious co-author!!!! Chapter 8 Olivia stirred and her eyes opened to see the canopy ceiling above her. She was in a tent she realized and she tried to move forward but was jerked back. Puzzled she looked down and noticed she was tied by her wrists to a pole that held up the tent. She tried to scream but was muffled by the gag in her mouth. She was sitting Celtic Style (Just like Indian Style, Criss crosss apple sauce). She saw Neil and Meagan as well who were both out like a light. Just then Neil's eyes fluttered open and he yelled out only for it to be muffled. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on Olivia and relief flooded across his face. Olivia tugged on her bindings and tugged till her hands became raw. Neil pleaded with his eyes for her to stop before she hurt herself. But Olivia was determined since after all she was a Lost Girl. She was one who would never give up and was determined to help and save everyone from tricky situations. She had done it before and heck she was going to do it again.Suddenly Olivia got an idea as she yanked a wrist free and immediatley ripped off her gag. She reached down to rip her dagger from its secret holster around her upper thigh. She had this for emergencies and boy was this an emergency. She was about to cut her other wrist out when she heard footsteps coming towards the tent. She squeaked in fright as she thrust the knife in its holster and placed the gag back in her mouth and squeezed her hand back into the rope binding. Just as she sat back into Celtic style the tent flap flew up and Neil and Olivia both jumped. In walked a giant, balding yet still handsome despite his older age. He stared at them with his wise eyes and Olivia glanced at Meagan who was limp as a ragdoll and out cold. "Welcome to the Thunder Tribe. My name is Cheif George." He said in a deep booming voice. Just then 4 men came in wearing their traditional kilts and nothing else but their spears. They came to them and started untying them. Olivia and Neil tensed but relaxed a fraction when George spoke once more. "Don't worry young ones, we will not harm you. We would be delighted if you would join us for our feast." Cheif George said and Olivia nodded while Neil stayed silent even after the gags were taken off. Just then Meagan woke to see a man hovering over her and a loud piercing shriek came from her that made everyone jump in surprise. Olivia rushed to her and hugged her. "Its alright Meg its alright. They won't harm us." She said while comforting her baby sister. "Oh yes its perfectly alright that we're about to dine with people who kidnapped us and probably want to murder us!" Meagan hissed. Olivia rolled her eyes as Neil came to them. "Come on you 3 lets go." A warrior said as he gripped the tops of their arms. And one by one they filed out of the tent...... The swaying of the boat is comforting, thought Shelby as she slowly became aware of hr senses. She could smell the musty scent of old sheets and the smell of rotting wood. She could hear the drip, drip of water from somewhere and the swaying of the boat was soothing her, lulling her into a deeper sleep until suddenly she bolted upright. Why was she on a boat? Suddenly everything came flooding back to her mind and she gasped. She remembered walking on the beach when a man approached her and clubbed her head to knock her out. She flew to the tiny window by her small cot and looked out at the moonlight shining on the water. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of her sisters and everyone back on the Island. She had no idea where on Earth they were and it scared her to no end. A door creaked open and she squealed in surprise as a pirate came lumbering to her while cackling. "Ey' pretty girl. Cap'n wants to see ya." His raspy voice said and Shelby nodded, holding her chin up high and trying to piece together what dignity she had left. The pirate gripped her roughly and threw her forwards and she stumbled. "Get goin'!" He shouted and she scrambled up the stairs and he gripped her by the scruff of her neck. He threw the door open from the cellar and they found themselves on deck. There was a pleasant breeze and it blew Shelby's hair around her face as she was thrust forwards onto her knees in front of a man. She saw the shiny black boots and her pulse quickened as her eyes slowly went up the figure of the man in front of her. He stared down at her with cold, piercing eyes and Ryan was in for the shock of his life when she glanced back up at him confidently. His breath was taken away from him. The moon light being the only light source was caressing her face and he could hardly breathe. She was so beautiful, he thought as his eyes softened a little. Her chocolate brown eyes stared at him and he felt uncomfotable under her gaze. "So this is the girl I kidnapped?" He asked and she stared back. "What do you want with me?" She demanded. "It's always the same question over and over. What are you doing? What do you want? It gets boring every time someone else says it." Ryan said while circling her. "Why are you here? Well why do you think you're here.....sorry love, I didn't catch the name." Ryan said and Shelby looked up at him icily. "The name's Shelby." She said. "Yes, well why do you think you're here Shelby?" The name rolled off his tongue and he liked saying her name. He thought her name was beautiful, just like her. He growled inwardly and slapped himself for being so stupid and weak. "I know you want Damian Pan but you are never going to lay a hand on him!" She said confidently. Ryan beamed, his perfect pearly white teeth gleaming in the moonlight. "And why is that?" He asked, truly intrigued by her answer. "Well for one I know my sisters aren't that stupid. They are not going to come rescue me because I wouldn't want them to put themselves in any danger trying to save me." Shelby said plainly, the big sister coming out of her. "Why wouldn't they save you?" Ryan asked, puzzled. "Well I made them promise. I don't want them risking their lives to save little old me." She said. Ryan came closer to her. "Alright well how about I kill you know?" Ryan asked while drawing his sword. The pirates all cheered as they were about to witness a death of another hostage which was fairly common. Fear filled her eyes but she swallowed it back. "You won't do it." She said softly but he heard her. Silence fell across the deck and no one breathed including Shelby. "What?" Ryan asked, anger filling him. "I know you can't do it." Shelby said. "You can't tell what I can and cannot do!" Ryan yelled though he knew she hit it spot on. He faltered a little and he felt like jumping off the boat and drowning himself he was so embarrassed as he put his sword back and the crew began to whisper. "You will work on this ship forever or tomorrow you won't be so lucky and you'll walk the plank." Ryan said as he turned on his heel and stalked into his room, slamming the door behind him. Out on deck Shelby knew she was extremley lucky and she stood as she was led back into her cell and locked in. She moved to the window and stared at the moon which was casting light on the water, lost in her thoughts. Back at the treehouse the Lost Boys were doing their own thing minus Neil when Damian burst in startling all of them. He began to frantically search everywhere. "What you looking for Damian?" Nibs asked while polishing his sword. "Have you seen Meagan? I've scoured the Island twice and I can't find her! She's gone!" He said in a paniced tone as he flew from room to room. "Calm down Damian I'm sure she's fine." Slightly said from his spot of sharpening his spear. "But where could she could have gone?" He mused. "Yeah, Olivia and Neil are missing as well. And Shelby." Nibs said and just then the same word popped into their heads at the same time. "Indians." They said at the same time. They all hurriedly gathered their daggers and swords and piled out of the tree house. Damian already knowing that they were all there felt relieved. He knew Laura and Keither Bell would be fine on their own wherever they were. Damian had a talent for knowing when someone was in danger and the feeling was intense and he felt the hair on his neck standing on end. He picked up the pace as he and the Lost Boys stampeded their way through the jungle to save Olivia, Neil, Meagan and so they thought Shelby.
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