The Faerie Chief had made his decree and, as everyone knew, that meant it was as good as done. At sunrise he and the other faeries would be gone, the curse would take effect, and all who remained in their world would be trapped for life.
"Ungratefulness," he had warned so oft before, but with finality on this night, "is a punishment in itself, yet it demands more punishment as a matter of natural course."
"The pirates, yes, Daddy," the princess pleaded, "but the boys are just children, they don't understand!"
"They are runaways, Tinker Bell," he reasoned, "so they are worse than the pirates, for they stole the greatest treasure there is, and from their own parents!"
He could see though that there was no changing her mind--so very much like him, that there was pride in the pain--because she loved the boy called Peter, and while she would grow and he would remain a child, while faerie and human were never meant to be as one, a young heart yields no obstacle and he was left to decide whether to keep her love from afar, or lose it as she stayed at his side.