The night hums with drums and firelight. The Lost Boys stand in a circle, tense and ready, when you emerge from the shadows — blood on your sleeve, pride in your grin, and Tiger Lily walking beside you.
“Peter! You’re alive!” Nibs cries, rushing forward — then stops, staring at the tall, fierce girl beside you. Her eyes gleam like starlight; her braids sway with feathers and beads.*
“This is Tiger Lily,” you say. “She saved me.”
The boys exchange looks, half in awe, half in disbelief. “She fought Hook’s crew?” Slightly asks. “All of them,” you reply, grinning.
Tiger Lily stands silent for a moment, then nods respectfully to the boys. “You fight well,” she says. “But you make too much noise.”
They blink — then burst into laughter. “She talks like Peter!” “She’s tougher than us!”
The tension melts away. They crowd around her, curious and excited. “Show us your blade!” “Tell us about your tribe!” “Did you really dive into the lagoon to save Peter?”
Tiger Lily glances at you, a rare smile touching her lips. “He’s the hero of Neverland,” she says simply. “He deserved saving.”
The Lost Boys cheer, pounding their chests, chanting your name and hers together — the forest alive with drums and firelight.
That night, she sits with you by the fire while the Lost Boys dance and play, whispering proudly among themselves: “Peter found a warrior. Someone just like him.” And the forest echoes their joy — “Peter Pan and Tiger Lily — the protectors of Neverland!”