Three weeks later

Hyde Park, London

A new and bright sunny day had risen over Great Britain. The sun was shining in the clear blue sky, a gentle summer breeze was blowing through the air and all of nature seemed to be enjoying it to the full. After all, it was a new start for nature and Humanity all over Great Britain after what had happened to it.

Within the last few days of the last of the tripods falling in London, the last of the Martians across the country had fallen, ending the war and the invasion. Reconstruction began in the areas that were clear of the Martians and it was now underway all over the British Isles. Slowly and gradually, Great Britain, with help from its European neighbours and its possessions across the world, the country was getting back on its feet and clearing away the rubble and death as a result of the fighting. The total death toll for the British was unknown, as a census was still continuing, though it was so far estimated to be around about 3-5 million, but with many vaporized and many bodies having probably decayed by now, the exact death toll probably would never be known.

However, the rest of the world had been lucky. The reports of meteorites and green stars seen in the skies over other countries across the world had been from mass hysteria as news of what was going on in Great Britain spread around the world in fear that other countries would be next. As for the reported devastation, that had been from rioting crowds, either seeking to gather what supplies they could in preparation for an evacuation, or to hide from a potential assault on their own countries. But nothing in any of the other countries across the world had been destroyed by the Martians. For humanity, it was a relief and a total victory.

For the Martians, it was a total defeat for them. All of their machines had fallen or been destroyed, all of their crew members were dead, and the red weed they had been planting to replace the plant life on Great Britain, and eventually the world, had died and crumbled away as well. The war for who would win possession over Great Britain had been a victory and a saviour for Earth for many had pressed that if the Martians had won, not only would they have defeated the greatest country with the largest empire Earth had so far seen, but they would have gained a foothold from which they could launch future strikes against the world. Everyone on Earth was safe now and life was beginning to return to normal.

In Hyde Park, a few children ran along the gravel pathway, playing tag. A few adults, mostly couples, were walking about as well, talking to each other about what they had been up to recently. The trees had, with help from the returning Neverland fairies, who were having to come out at night for the time being in places like London, been largely restored and the red weed cleared away. Though Hyde Park was not yet the sprawling mass of greenery it was before the invasion, with a little time and care it would soon be restored as such; the same for much of the destroyed nature across the British Isles.

What was more, a new addition had been made in the centre of the park.

That addition was one of the Martian tripods. Standing tall and proud, it towered over most of the buildings in London. Three weeks before, it would have been moving about, destroying and killing at will, under the control of beings not of this Earth, a mechanical monster hell-bent on turning everything human into dust and colonising the world for its masters. Now it stood as a statue, staring ahead through its clear eyes, the neon green glass having been smashed, like a guard that was watching over London. At its base lay a large rock with a plaque on its front, a memorial to those who had been lost in the Martian invasion.

"It is amazing, isn't it,"

A group of three people walked up the gravel path towards the front of the tripod, looking up at the enormous machine. It was Martin, his wife Rebecca and Lizzy, who was walking in front of them. Around them were the fairies. They had come down to London to visit the monument. As Rebecca's home had been destroyed, she had decided to live out in the country, much to Lizzy's joy, with her husband. It seemed that something good had happened to the Griffiths family out of all this. Despite coming close to death, being separated and watching hundreds of other be vaporized and crushed and gassed, they had all come together as a family again.

All of them were staring up at the tripod with awe. Up close, it was amazing to see them. From now, it would barely be easy to note that just weeks ago this machine would have been causing mayhem and death across the city. Now, though, it was just a monument, one that would forever be a mark on the British Isles.

"Yes, it certainly is," Rebecca replied as they walked near, the group looking down at the plaque to read the writing engraved on its surface.

'In dedication to those lost in the Great War against the beasts from the skies'

"It is amazing to look at up close when it's not moving." Lizzy said.

Around her, the fairies were awe inspired by this machine as well.

"Looks amazing up close," Silvermist said.

"Yeah, it does," Fawn replied. "Though, I am glad it's not trying to get us now."

Flashbacks of what had happened to them all those weeks ago filled their minds as they stared up at the machine. They were relieved to be alive after coming so close to these machines, but they had survived. Everything was on the mend now. The fairies of Neverland were returning to Britain, or the Mainland as they still referred to it, to rebuild the shattered nature of the world, the humans were rebuilding their own shattered civilisation here, and there were no Martians around to cause havoc. It would take a lot of time for normality to return. A year, two, maybe even more than that even with all the fairies helping, but eventually they would get there.

Tinkerbell sighed. "Well, it's been an experience for us this year." she commented.

"Definitely," Terence replied, flying up next to her. "Well, I'm just glad everything's back the way it was,"

"Not exactly everything," Rosetta piped up. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us in fixing what the Martians did,"

"Don't worry, Rosy," Iridessa reassured her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We'll make it through,"

"Yeah," Tinkerbell said, floating down and resting on Lizzy's shoulder; the other fairies gathering around the human family, their eyes never leaving the tripod that stood before them. "As long as we all work together, we'll make it through,"

Though Tinkerbell's speech was all jingles and ringing to them, the Griffiths all loo

It had been one lethal summer for Britain and the fairies, but as long as they stuck and worked together, the Human infrastructure and the nature of Great Britain could rebuild.