Savagery On the Island

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Lord Of the Flies or I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction now would I?

All comments are accepted but please be aware this is my first fanfic.

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Prologue- Raindrops

One thousand seventy-eight, One thousand seventy-nine, One thousand eighty…..

Slowly my mind awoke and I realized for once in my life I could not fully comprehend anything much less move my body to search for any clues. Groggily I realized the sharp pains pertruding from my limbs were actually a good sign for it meant that I was one of the few survivors from the wrecked plane. The only thing was I was not sure which was better, to survive in a life like this or die.

One thousand eighty-one…

My body was as numb as my mind and the only thing that kept my heart beating was hope that someone would find me and make this pain go away; that or the pure adrenaline barely keeping me alive.

One thousand eighty-two…

Time and reality became blurred as the only thing that kept my senses was the sound of the raindrops splashing off a nearby rock. The only light that was around were darkened by the shadows of the trees. Nightfall. Slowly my mind counted every drop to tell me how many moments I've stayed on this forest-like ground. Subconsciously these were the only sound that could be questioned because rain was so innocent, so pure, that it would clean everything around it and wash away the remnants of before. It provides life for we could not live without it. Little did I know this rainfall would be sparse in this area. I would never hear the raindrops with purity again.

One thousand eighty-three, eighty-four, eighty-five….

The storm became quicker as it was no longer the gentle serenity of before. As the drips went on, the count became blurred and forgotten as I sunk back into the mysterious haze that was calling to me. Surely this rain could not be my last. The last… Before my mind could notice that forbidden thought the light became consumed with darkness once more.

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My mind weaved in and out of consciousness like a wicker basket being made for the first time. The harsh rays of light streaming from the canopy alerted me that I had slept for some time. I felt as if I was going to die by the ironic mixture of numbness and pain and I'm quite sure my guess wasn't that far off. To be honest, my life was nowhere near flashing before my eyes for I would not let it. I would not be reminded how my perfect existence came to such a dreary end on some land where no one knew I even existed: no one could find me here.

I remembered the raindrops instead, though the extreme heat evaporated their last remains. Now their sparseness left me alone in the world like so many others. Still, the occasional one would trickle off a branch and this would renew my hope throughout the heat as it sounded its cascading sadness. With some water, I can still survive. Drip. It sounded much like the lullaby my mother would sing. Hmmm….

That tune! Surely it wasn't the raindrop! The tune quickly forced me to rush away the abyss. That wasn't my head, I was sure of it! Faintly a harmonic tune could be heard far away in the distance. It was no creature for nothing could make me that happy in this heat. It sounded quite familiar, like a ship's horn. I'm saved! They just need to find me. They cannot find me here though…

My legs got up much too quickly for my head, which left me on the ground once more. That sent a jolt of heat through me, which had absolutely nothing to do with the weather. Thankfully, pain gave me sensation and my body was using it to think more rationally.

Heedfully I arose to get some sort of balance. Yet the mixture of adrenaline and anticipation could not stop my legs from carrying me deep within the unknown forest with the sole purpose to drag me towards that sound. I followed it with my soul ignoring the pain and the scream my body wanted to let out. The sound grew louder and louder until I could make out a silhouette, in between the break of trees, settled on a rock of the beach of the island. Then I screamed, a cold fury that was thankfully concealed by the raging sound. No, I was not saved by any ship. My pace slowed to a complete stop as my wits made out several more forms gathering around the sound's origin. My eyes, hidden behind a tree, studied the things that gave me hope yet destroyed it all at once. Obviously these people were a sign that I was not alone on this island. There were others, few but still some, that survived this dreadful plane crash. They were also such a disappointment. Unmistakably, they were not sailors with an incoming ship; they were merely a group of boys (some were even too young to call them that) that were stranded on the island much the same as I was.

Fear was evident on most of their faces especially the little ones who probably had the same realization I had of what occurred just moments before. That is all except one. A young teenager stood out from the group with dirty blonde hair much like my own golden trestles. He held a calculating look that showed a great deal of courage, perhaps he was thinking of a way to get off this shore. This boy looked the same age as me yet he held a demeanor I could not: brave and the naturalness of a born leader. I could see his muscles heave as he sucked in a massive breath and then placed something to his lips. The harmonic sound bellowed once more. A conch. Of course! Mother use to tell me stories of their sound. Who knew that a shell could make such a loud sound or was the strength from the boy himself?

As the sound went on it naturally called people's curiosity and many others gathered on the beach, even what appeared to be choir boys. My heart raced yet my body was still. If I took a step forward they would easily spot me and allow me access into their group. Still, my body did not move. Why? Rationalization was winning and I just had to spend a moment to listen to my conscience.

As the group continued to gather my mind noticed two missing things. First, there were no adults within the group. That could be expected because my hazy memory of the plane ride recalled there were not many. But second, and this scared me the most, no other girls had gathered. Maybe they were still wandering alive in the island slowly approaching the sound like me. Was it safe to give myself alone to a group of boys that could become savages? I finally decided I would wait. I would wait amongst the trees until another girl appeared. This seemed like the safest, most civilized plan.

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I waited for what seemed like forever and still no girl appeared. I could just barely make out the rambling of others and it seemed like the sandy blond teenager was voted to keep order. I could not see their faces yet I could easily tell one of the choir boys strongly opposed of this idea. I did not know that boy yet somehow his aura scared me to no end. I stayed behind the trees as long as my body would allow. The cramps in my stiff legs were becoming overbearing and the sun had set, reflecting dazzling lights off the ocean. I would have to leave soon for if I kept sneaking close to this campsite I would be spotted.

Finally I turned and was left with my last option to ever join the tribe. Go now to their gathering or leave. I made my final decision. I would not willingly join them until I found everyone on the island. There must be more. I could not be the only girl to survive. Stealthily I made my way around the outer rim of the jungle and found a fortress made of rock. It looked inviting enough. I laid down on the highest rock and although it was hard and uncomfortable it would suffice. There I drifted off to a restless sleep under the silver moon awaiting the horrors of tomorrow.

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