There had been fiery Dark Fae who was just as cruel as her parents. Sitting at the window sill of the castle and looking out over the land, she had watched life move forward, imagining curses she could conjure up in the back of her mind. As her eyes then landed on the spinning wheel in the corner, next to an old bookcase. The one her mother had used on Aurora. It was old, but she could've sworn she saw some green flowing magic float around the tip of the spindle like tiny particles of dust-bunnies.

She grinned at the thought of Aurora's finger still aching to be pricked.

"Mallory!" The voice of her father, Dr. Facilier, had hollered from the distance.

As she stood to her feet she felt her head being pulled back as she twisted, the feathers of her wings being ruffled at the sudden occurrence. She groaned in annoyance as parts of the frilly curtains got tangled around her twisty horns.

Her eyes glowed a blazing green as she used magic to burn the curtains from the hem and upwards. Getting to the point where they no longer existed, as she stood her ground once again and wiped her wings down, to correct the feathers that pointed the wrong way.

"What have I told you about using magic indoors, Beastie?" The familiar voice hummed lowly.

Mallory turned, seeing her mother, Maleficent, at the open doorway. "My horns got caught."

"Hm, yes." Maleficent nodded, caressing her staff. "Now it appears we have one less curtain in the premises."

The girl sighs, "I'll get it replaced eventually, and besides, we do live in a big castle. There are plenty of curtains.

"I suppose," Maleficent then moved onto another subject without another thought. "I need you to follow me to the master living room, I have someone for you to meet."

Going downstairs and heading into the room she notices a new face she's never seen before, a man with a beard and black attire, a long coat of sorts. As he turns to face the both of them, she also notices a shiny hook attached to his left arm.

"Mallory," Her father sat on the couch, on guard as always. "meet Killian Jones."

"Please, call me Hook." The man greeted with a small bow. "Captain Hook."

Maleficent gave a dark chuckle, "No need to be all formal, Captain Hook. We aren't Cinderella, or Elsa, for that matter."

"Good point." Hook nods. "But I'm mostly trying to make sure I don't get myself turned into a frog or cursed to sleep for an eternity."

"Mallory, why don't you tell this young pirate about who you've been contacting for the past few weeks." Her father suggested.

Her wings hug against her for more warmth, as the castle seemed a little chilly that afternoon. "Ever since I could remember, dad has been teaching me everything he knows about the realm of shadows, the deals that he sometimes makes on the other side - which sometimes can be dangerous, and comes with a large price."

The captain leaned against the interior of the couch armrest, as he scratched his beard with his hook. He motioned her to continue.

And so, she did. "With my many years of practice and training, I was able to finally come into contact with my first shadow."

"Does it have a name?" Hook asked.

Mallory shook her head, "He won't tell me."

"He?"

She shrugs now, "It's build is not very feminine, so that's why I said 'he'. He also seems quite young, bright glowing eyes, very croaky voice and seems to be child-like."

Hook hummed, "That'd be Pan's shadow, most likely."

"Pan?" Mallory wasn't very familiar.

"Peter Pan, that is." Hook stated. "That's actually the sole reason of my visit." He then sits up fully, hook to his side. "I'm in search of his island. Neverland, I'm sure you've heard of it."

"My dad could probably help you out with that-" She was cut off.

Dr. Facilier protested, "No, this will be your job, Mal."

"What?" Mallory looked at him. "I've only done this for a little while, and just got into contact with this boys shadow only just two weeks ago. I can't be the one to take up this task." She practically scoffs.

She finishes it with, "You've done this for many years, and have much more professional experience than me."

Her father nodded, "Though that may be true, but, I can't seem to get in contact with the boys shadow."

"What do you mean?" Mallory wondered.

He explains, "For some reason I'm being blocked from contacting his shadow. It seems like you're the only one with access, and no-one knows why."

He then adds, "Besides, this will be even more practice added to your experience. Your first task within the other side. You should be ecstatic. I remember my first task."

Mallory also remembered his first task. Turning Prince Naveen into a frog because of a tricky deal they made, the story was long and very detailed, but she knew it. He used to tell her as a young child, all the time.

With a sigh she nods, "Alright fine. Let's go before I change my mind."

"Aye, follow me." Hook gave a grin.

***

"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger, little lady." Hook leans against the wooden railing, as he takes a quick swig of his rum. He brought it out to her, "Want some?"

Mallory raised a brow in distaste as she made sure her wings didn't drag along the wood. Grabbing the small canteen of rum, "Sure."

She then gave a malicious smile, showing her sharp fangs in which she gets from her mothers side. Using magic, the canteen of rum engulfs in green flames and disappears. "Don't call me 'little lady'."

Hook scoffed with his mouth agape, "I know you're supposed to be evil and all, but that was just straight up rude!"

"Oh, please!" Mallory chuckled loudly. "You're a pirate; there will always be more. There's always rum with your kind."

"Well - yeah." Hook croaked, squinting his eyes. Having to admit that she was right about that. "But it still hurts to lose something so precious."

Mallory sighs, she didn't know what it was with pirates and rum. But, either way, she moved on. "Is there a place that's quieter? In order for me to contact the shadow of this Peter Pan fellow you so speak of, I need silence."

Hook showed her to his headquarters just below deck, "So long as you don't touch anything, you can stay."

Mallory looked around at all the pretty shiny little trinkets with a squint of her eyes, "You have a word." She tried to not make that sound suspicious. Thinking if she didn't use 'my', she could get away with it.

Hook thought for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not she was serious or that was a trick. But nonetheless he shook himself back into reality.

"May wanna hang on tight, dearie." He warned. "We're settin' sail, callin' up the whirlpool."

Mallory turned to him, "Wait, whirlpool? You never said such a thing."

Hook nodded, "Aye, it's the only other way I know how to get to the island."

"Well then, I'm not going to help." Mallory crossed her arms, her wings shivering dust off of it's feathers.

"And why not?" Hook turned to face her again.

"I can't swim." She confessed. "I don't even like water in general, even being on this ship is making me feel sick."

She then added, "If it's an island, surely it can be found by any means. So I propose we take flight."

Hook sighed rubbing his forehead with the shiny metal attached to his left wrist, "It won't work, I no longer have a magic sail to take flight with."

Mallory then grinned tightly, her features more prominent and fangs more potent. "Who said anything about a magic sail?"

Her eyes begin to glow a deep green as magic pulsed up and down and around her horns, finger tips and wings. Hook quickly held onto the door frame for balance, as the ship creaked and shifted.

Hook looked out one of the many port-holes, to see the Jolly Roger floating above the ocean with a faded cloud of green magic surrounding them. Holding them like giant hands.

He looked back at the Dark Fairy, "How?"

Mallory giggled, "Have you forgotten who my mother is already?" She then waved her hand. "Now shoo, pirate, I must be left alone. Doing both magic and talking to the shadow at once, takes a lot of focus and energy, I need silence in this process."

Hook squinted, unsure about leaving her alone - a daughter of two villains out of all things. "Need motivation, I see?" Mallory hummed.

She brought her hand up, using magic she made his canteen full of rum appear in her hand once again. "You don't need to fear me, not right now. You aren't threatening me, so I have no need to engage a curse or any sort of my magic against you. Take it, or leave it."

Mallory grinned as Hook took his rum, "You're just lucky I believe in chances." And the girl hummed, enlightened.

As the pirate left, Mallory decided to look around for a place to sit down and concentrate more. When she sat at his desk, she was sure he wouldn't mind. She took a small peak through one of the drawers.

Only to pick up a small golden clock attached to a chain. Examining it and having many thoughts about it. She knew Hook wanted her to stay away from his stuff, but she never made a promise, not entirely, at least. And so, taking a peak at the closed door making sure it wasn't cracked open, she quickly put the chain around her neck and hid the little golden clock inside her clothing. Hoping he wouldn't notice a thing.

And so, as she willed the Jolly Roger to soar through the clouds with magic she began to contact that shadow like she had for the past two weeks. Using a lot of energy all at once, she focused as much as she could.

***

Mallory got too tired to continue on and she was forced to let go. She sucked in oxygen heavily as she came back to reality of her surroundings, no longer using magic or in the realm of shadows.

And it was like she felt gravity fail her for a moment, as she could've sworn her body was lifting out of Hook's chair.

Mallory looked out of the port-hole with furrowed brows, seeing as the Jolly Roger was falling out of the sky. She tilted her head as Hook's loud yelp was heard from above.

She braced for impact, not ready to be in the water already. And the moment the Jolly Roger hit the oceans surface it made a ear-shattering splash. The ship tilted to its side as the port-holes on the right side went under, which also caused Mallory to slide to the right on the chair with the desk and other items along with.

As all settled and the ship straightened itself out again with a little sway among the waves, Mallory sighed, calming herself.

And that's when Hook barges in, opening the door which also let a bunch of water in. Mallory cringed, holding her wings up from touching the water. But her feet weren't very lucky, and now her boots were soaked. She rolled her eyes in distaste.

"I know, I know. I let go too early." Mallory sighs again, but this time in disappointment. She still need to practice more. "I was getting too tired and couldn't hold on for longer."

Hook shook his head rapidly with a big grin, his hair and pirate clothes soaked. "No, no, you did great! We're here!"

"What?"

Hook explained, "You pushed just enough, had you stopped a second earlier we wouldn't have gone through. You got us through at the last second. We made it!"

Mallory grinned and had a surge of confidence run through her bones, and suddenly she didn't feel disappointed anymore. Maybe she wasn't so underprepared as she thought.

"Come!" Hook excitedly motioned her as he ran up the wooden stairs. Mallory quickly followed from behind, keeping her wings from touching the water.

"You see that?" Hook pointed out at the distance after looking through his spyglass, Mallory focused on where he pointed. "There it is; Neverland."

He then looked down at her, "I've gotta say, well done, Mallory. Looks like you were right all along about finding Neverland."

Mallory grins, "What can I say? My father has friends on the other side." She gives a small wink. And now she has Hook laughing this time at her small joke.

Hook hummed, "I know this is going to be a very stupid question but; can you fly?" He knew she had wings, but he also knew some wings are only for show.

Mallory raised a brow as if she hoped he was kidding, as her wings shivered, feathers wavering. "Of course." She chuckled.

Hook nodded, "How about you fly over the island and see if you can spot anything?" He suggests. "But do be careful, Neverland isn't as friendly as the fairytales. And while you do that, I'll sail the Jolly Roger further into port."

Without any second thoughts, Mallory gladly took flight she needed to stretch her wings anyway. And the further she could be from the water, the better.

And so, Mallory flapped her large wings as she got closer and closer to Neverland. It was a very dark place, she couldn't tell whether it was night or day. Looking down into the trees far below, she searched for anything or anyone. A person or anything that could be of use to Captain Hook.

But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing to be seen.

As she looked around, seeing great big mountains and ridged ravines dotted around the island. And even a skull shaped rock far in the distance on the other side. Something didn't feel right, she wasn't sure about flying over this island anymore. She wasn't scared. She just felt off.

Mallory then flinched with a sharp gasp as all she felt was burning and pain. Looking down at her body, she spotted an arrow lodged inside her abdomen. She stopped mid-air and kept her wings onto the wind to keep balance over the trees. Grabbing the arrow to attempt to pull it out, she yelped and shook her hand as she let go.

It wasn't just any arrow. This arrow was made of iron. Which was a weakness among her and her mother.

She shook her head as her eyes were beginning to blur, she flew. She flew as fast as she could, trying to get back to the Jolly Roger. But as her mind fuzzed further into unconsciousness, it had been too late.

Mallory went down, falling towards Neverland. Like a big bird falling from the heavens. And her landing wasn't exactly pleasant.

Upon her painful landing, she broke large tree branches, grazed rocks, fell down hills; she even caused another tree to crunch with multiple cracks. Until she finally landed inside a ditch in a heap, wings completely frazzled and even a few feathers plucked.

Bringing her arms underneath her, she tried to push herself up. But the iron arrow was deep and it continued to burn, and she plopped down once again. Wings unable to function as she seemed to be too far gone.

She heard footsteps coming from every single angle, but couldn't focus on anything. she could've sworn she saw shadows of many, or maybe they were blobs. She had not a clue. They were too blurry and black spots took over her vision.

And just like that, Mallory was out-cold. Having no time date for when she would wake.