25 – Finale
Neverland had won. The pirate's had been defeated once again and had fled to the outer islands. There was peace, for now at least. Peter sat at the base of the Neverland tree and felt the hum in his chest. In the time that had passed since the battle, the sorrow of losing Mira had turned from a paralytic pain to a general, dull ache. But sitting by the tree eased it a small amount.
Sirena had suggested a ceremony for the people who knew her. Since the land had been restored, humans who had passed away in Neverland would not deteriorate. So as per the Indians' custom, Mira's body was assisted by the mermaids until the current would take the boat and float it beyond the horizon. The Chief had offered a bull-boat which was decorated by the fairies and Lost Boys with flowers that resurrected after the Pirates' demise. When it was time, Peter used whatever energy he had left to place Mira into the vessel, choking back his remaining tears. The fairies, Lost Boys and Tigerlily helped Peter push the boat into the water where the mermaids were waiting to guide it out to sea. Peter saw Morgan watching from the tree line but had the sense not to approach the mourners.
In the following days, Morgan disappeared into the forest once more. Tinkerbell kept an eye on him and gave regular reports to Peter. Most of them were about his new pixie friend that assisted him with his mobility. Morgan would never be capable of really flying. There was too much pain and too much adult to fly freely. But with some help from a generous pixie dust donor he was able to hover and move around that way.
Sirena and the mermaids kept sentries to watch the movements of the pirates but believed that it would be quite some time before they could rebuild their ship entirely.
The community mourned the loss of Mira but none so fiercely as Peter. He would sit in the shade of the Neverland tree, feeling the comforting hum and try to be content with what was left of her. Light breezes now swept through the leaves that had returned. One afternoon, as he sat among the roots and threw an apple from hand to hand, a glint of soft glowing light appeared out of the corner of his eye. Peter was just about to turn his head when slowly, a leaf from the tree fell away from its branch and floated down in front of him, landing in his lap.
