Me: Hi everyone and welcome to my very first story here on FanFiction, I hope you like it and bear with me if it is bad!

Aoi: How did you even get this idea for a story?

Me: I was reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding and playing the sims catsaway for wii and that's sort of how I got inspired to write something like this XD

Tenma: Isn't Lord of the Flies very violent?

Me: True but I'll be toning it down a little and add woman to the scene instead of boys between the age of 6 and 12

Matatagi: Sounds interesting right! How kids become able to murder when there are no grown-ups around!

Tenma: Oi Matatagi that's no fun at all!

Me: Anyway Aoi do the disclaimer so I can start!

Aoi: SeiRei-san does not own Inazuma Eleven GO Chrono Stone or Galaxy or any of the official characters.

Me: I DON'T RECOMMEND THE MOVIE! OR THE BOOK! Only if you are over 15 years old and can handle violence and killing!

- Prologue -

Slowly, very slowly, leaving behind a trail in the white sand that slightly colored red where his blood escaped from his body. Shindou Takuto, a handsome young man with a great soccer and piano talent dragged his exhausted and wounded body away from the rubber boat. Several cries and groans and pleas for help came from his friends who had survived the plane crash just like he had.

It still stood fresh in his memory, they were on their way to Europe to play the finale of the Football Frontier International, but somewhere along the way... the plane was shot out of the sky, he remembered how one of the engines exploded set the left wing on fire and caused the iron bird to fall from the migthy skies into the wet arms of a restless ocean beneath them.

The plane broke in half, and the bottom, the heavier part, immediately sunk to the bottom and a few packages wrapped in bright orange plastic came up to the surface, including the one that contained the automatic blow up boat that had brought them to the coast of this island.

He knew one thing for sure... no grown-ups had survived the crash. He had watched in tears as their coach sunk to the dark depths while a big trail of blood escaped from his lips. It wasn't his beloved coach Endou though, or trainer Kidou. No it was the man who had trained and guided them through their first FFI. His grey hair tied into a ponytail in his neck and the greyish scar that ran over his face. His eyes, which were normally hidden underneath a pair of sunglasses, were revealed in the water. Widened, wrinkled and contorted in pain and frozen in death.

Shindou's body began to shake as new tears nearly spilled from his eyes, but he held them back fiercly, knowing now was no time to be sad and cry but that things had to be done.

"Mina! Everyone allright?" He asked in a slightly shaking voice as he stood up and turned to his friends who, one by one, crawled out of the boat and gathered on the unknown coast.

"Shindou-senpai,"

The brown-haired teen turned around and looked straight into a pair of sky-blue eyes and knew imediately who they belonged to.

"What is it Sorano?" He asked.

"We have a few minor wounds and burns, but nothing major we can't handle. Also..." She turned silent for a moment. "A few teammates didn't make it..." Tears formed in the cornor of her eyes as she clenched her fists.

I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed them, she looked back up. "Who?"

"... Ichikawa-san, Kusaka-san and Tetsukado-san too..." She said and her voice became softer at the mention of a name. "I can't believe that they're gone!" The blue-haired girl started to cry.

Ofcourse Shindou felt sorry for his Kouhai and as much as he wanted to comfort her and the others he was just too awkward and on the brim of tears himself to be of real help towards them.

"Sorano-san, as much as it grieves me to hear of their deaths... now is now time to cry, please gather everyone else. We'll hold a meeting!"

Aoi did as she was told and bravely fought against the tears and started on her job. Shindou watched her for a moment admiring her strength before he turned his attention to his surroundings. The first thing he saw was jungle, the tall and majestic trees hang over him with their great green leaves like big green feathers. The thick trunks with vines hanging on branches and wrapped around the bark. One of them had a burn mark on them and he put his hand over the wound trying to cover it up.

"Shindou," A male voice called, he recognized it immediately and a smile played on his lips as he turned around again to face his best friend he had known since child-hood. His brown-reddish eyes met a pair of azure ones that looked serious but happy as well. Bright pink hair tied into ponytailes dangled in the wind.

"Kirino," He said. Even though he did not say it or had noticed it before, but a wave of releave washed over him and seemed to take his worries with him. It had not crossed his mind but unconsciously he had been worrying about his friend, wondering wether he had made it as well. "I'm glad to see you!"

"Why? Were you worried?"

"I guess a little, did you hear?"

"About our coach?" The pinkette asked with a questioning look on his face.

"Yes and no, you haven't heard it yet apparantly." Shindou sighed, feeling terrible again that he had to tell that a few of his teammates had died during the crash and he felt like a jerk to break the news.

"Haven't heard what?"

"I'll tell you later, right now we need to gather everyone,"

"About that," Kirino spoke up. "We are scattered across the island, the people who fell from the plane made it to the other side of the island, we need to get to them!"

"But how? We don't even know for sure if they are really there, or if this really is an island!" Shindou replied.

"We need to find out as soon as possible." Kirino said.

"But how?" That was the question that hang between them, unasked and unanswered.

"Hey guys check this out!" A female voice reached their ears and they saw how Sakura got a big shell from the water. Shindou recognized it immediately and thanked the Gods when an idea struck to him. He ran up to the pink-haired girl and grabbed the shell from her hands.

"Hey that's mine!" She whined. "Find your own!"

"Nozaki-san, do you know what this is?" He asked her as he held the shell in front of her eyes.

"Yes, a shell dummie!" She answered sarcastically.

"Yeah I can tell that for myself too, but I mean what kind of shell." Shindou replied slightly irritated at her answer.

She shook her head.

"It's a conch, we can use it as a trumpet, haven't you seen that in movies? They blow through the end to create some kind of noise to call their friends!" Shindou explained as he pointed towards the tip of the shell. "We just need to make a little hole before we can blow it."

"We can use the knife from the toolbox," Tenma offered and crawled back into the boat to find the right package that contained the knife.

Only five minutes later had they chopped of a small piece of the tip, Shindou brought it to his lips, ready to blow and call his friends to gather around.

Me: I'm ending it here, hope you enjoyed the prologue! If you want to send in a character fill in the application form below!

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