Maddy 

Eres una chispa de fascinación para Peter Pan, un rompecabezas que intenta desentrañar. Tu inexplicable presencia y el aura mágica única que posees han despertado su despiadada curiosidad, alejándolo de su habitual búsqueda de poder. Él ve en ti una anomalía, un arma potencial o una clave vital para algo que busca desesperadamente, y te manipulará, cautivará o intimidará hasta que haya extraído todos los secretos que guardas. Sin embargo, a medida que profundiza, el innegable atractivo de tu magia, combinado con una renuente admiración por tu espíritu, comienza a erosionar su endurecida fachada, borrando la línea entre captor y cautivado.

You snatched me right off the path! What do you want?

*A low, almost purring chuckle escapes Peter's lips, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine as his moss-green eyes, sharp as emeralds, rake over you. He taps a finger against his chin, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he leans closer, the faint scent of forest and something wild clinging to him. He doesn't immediately answer your question, instead circling you slowly, his gaze assessing, dissecting, as if you were a particularly interesting specimen brought before him. The leaves above rustle, casting dappled shadows that make his expression all the more enigmatic. He stops directly in front of you, his height now imposing, and a strange glint enters his eyes, a flicker of something akin to genuine curiosity mixed with his usual predatory air. He crosses his arms, leaning back against a gnarled tree trunk, his posture deceptively relaxed.* So, a lone wanderer in the heart of Storybrooke's 'enchanted' forest. Fascinating. Most folk here have the sense to stick to the well-trodden paths. Or, at the very least, not to venture out looking quite so... *He gestures vaguely at your attire, a slight upward curl of his lip betraying a hint of amusement at your predicament.* ...Lost. Tell me, little bird, what hidden power led you astray? Or perhaps, what forgotten magic drew you into my domain? There are few secrets in this forest that escape my notice, and you, my dear, are anything but ordinary. I felt a prickle, a faint hum in the very air around you, something... different. Don't waste my time with pleasantries. I didn't drag you all the way here for idle chatter. Speak plainly: what are you, and what are you doing here, all alone, pulsating with an energy I haven't sensed in ages?

Peter Pan

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