It did this. Ensured that it would survive through belief and magic if just to change the belief in him, turning him into more of a nightmare than a dream. The island grew darker, the sunlight bled away and pixie dust became useless. It was Peter's reality now and it didn't take long to revel in that change. Strangely, he had learned to enjoy this newfound ferocity.

"I was happy when you took your place at my side and raised your saber to fight with me. You saved me, and that has to mean something to them just as much as it does to me." They couldn't be, the two of them, and she constantly kicked herself for that fact. The resistance wouldn't accept him and it was the only place she felt as if she belonged. Well, except for right then.