A Distant Memory - A MPHFPC Ending

~Prologue: Misery's Denouement~

Destruction...

Destruction, everywhere.

It was all they could see for as long as they could remember.

Every direction they turned, the cries of fallen warriors echoing in unfathomable volumes. It seemed unavoidable, uncontrollable.

It evidently did, at least until...

Everything seemed to hush, as if the whole world had been muted.

Noor had taken their light.

The brothers seemed to disappear, to vanish. Everybody had begun to pick themselves up.

The war was over.

A crowd of badly injured people, peculiars and wights alike, were gathered in a rough circle, giving the center a wide berth.

Why were they doing that?

Miss Peregrine made her way to the front of the crowd, calling out for order, trying to see what the fuss was all about. As soon as she could see what had attracted all that attention, however, she froze.

Lying on the ground, motionless, were her brothers.

They weren't completely gone, after all.

She glanced at Jack- or 'Caul', as he called himself- briefly, checking if he was still dead, or at the very least, unconscious, and ran over to Myron Bentham, not knowing how to feel.

She knelt next to him, years of buried feelings and memories flooding back into her mind.

Panic threatened to overwhelm her as she checked his wrist for a pulse; she owed him an apology, whether he would accept it or not.

He was still alive. Unconscious, yes, but still alive.

Miss Peregrine could vaguely hear Sharon shouting for an orderly dispersal, but paid no mind to anything that was going on around her. She had to apologize, and she found that she could wait no more.

She took her brother by the shoulders and shook him, trying to wake him up, but he only shifted slightly, still not quite out of his dream-like state.

She called his name repeatedly, while shaking his shoulders, until his eyes blinked open, finally roused from his unconsciousness.

He looked up at Miss Peregrine, confused and frightened, as she apologized incessantly, not being able to comprehend what was going on.

Miss Peregrine noticed his expression, however, and stopped talking, silence falling over them.

Myron, with some difficulty, sat up. He was almost unrecognizable; his suit ruffled and dirty, and a confused and incognizant expression on his face.

He took a moment to scrutinize Miss Peregrine, not a sign of recognition on his face, and then he, finally, spoke.

'Who... are you?'