The Tree curled Its roots around the unconscious children. They had been the only ones who had been brave enough to use the spell of destruction, in the process saving It.
It had felt the human soldiers getting closer and closer to Its heart. Those men were greedy and heartless. They would not have understood the beauty of the garden that It nurtured and would have burned It to look for any hidden treasures. The so called 'King of Laputa' did not understand the beauty of nature and had been killing Its saplings. He would not have allowed It to live. Even the pirates would not have seen the full beauty of The Tree.
Only the children saw The Tree for what It was. The foundation and structure of Laputa. Without it the whole city and what creatures were left to enjoy it, would disappear forever.
For hundreds of years The Tree had held the foundations of the floating city together. Now Its burden was gone. Only the castle, not its power and riches, was left to shelter The Tree's heart. For now It, the creatures, and the memories of the ancient people it protected would be safe.
The children stirred. First the boy woke. Then he proceeded to wake the girl. "Sheeta." The girl's eyes opened slowly. She looked around in apparent wonder.
"We protected the tree and now it protects us." It was proud of the little royal. She was of the true Laputian line, not the diluted form that had run through Muska. If there were still people in the city then the young girl would have been The Tree's choice for a ruler.
It watched as the children found their kite and prepared to take off. During their time here, The Tree had grown attached to the children, but It knew it was time for them to leave. The girl climbed into the basket while the boy pushed off from one of Its roots, pushing the kite into the open air.
As The Tree watched the children sail away, Its thoughts turned toward the inscription in the stone set in it's trunk. This garden is in honor of the lives lost King Muskar's greed. We of Laputa are ashamed of what has happened. If any of those who lost to the King's greed find this, then know that the riches are yours. We only ask that you leave this garden alone to thrive and take over the city. We the Laputians, have chosen to leave this city of destruction and live alongside those who must stay on the ground. This Garden is our last gift to the world. -Princess Lusheeta To El Ul Laputa