Ok there are two answers to this. Sensible answer and not sensible answer. I’m extremely tired and so my resistance is low, so you get both answers!

Sensible:
My mother manipulated events to steal my son. I lost him before I ever had a chance to hold him, before I even knew his name. My father – Pan, had Bae in his clutches for over a century after I lost him. I suppose the comparison is rather inevitable. Pan isn’t at large, I sent whatever was left of him into the river of lost souls. However, dreams know no logic. Even after nearly three centuries, I still feel like a lost boy when it comes to my father.

You must have caught me on a bad night dearie, far too much personal melodrama at work. I can barely close my eyes without imagining some enemy from my past, dead or not, trying to destroy my family. Gideon is so little and it’s my duty to protect him. I failed Bae so many times. The fact that I have him back now is a miracle. I won’t fail Gideon as well.

Not-Sensible:
“Magic can do much but not that. Dead is dead.” – this used to be true, an inviolate rule of magic. However, like all rules, once it’s broken it becomes useless. I sometimes blame myself because I was ‘resurrected’ first. However, that at least still carried a price – a life for a life. It was the pirate’s resurrection, and the portals opened to the underworld to save him, which broke down the barrier and allowed those with enough power and will to do what was previously impossible – bring back the dead.

I can’t regret this, it saved my beloved boy – Baelfire. However, once a door is opened, it’s like Pandora’s box and it’s a door which can be opened from both sides. I have no proof that Pan has returned but the shadow only took orders from him. Either way, it matters not who is responsible. The second star to the right, and the lingering traces of magic, all point to where we must go to save Gideon – back to Neverland.

#I have a bad feeling about this#new fic which I am so not writing#or at least that’s what I keep telling myself