This fanfic is based more on the movie made in 1990 than the book. Some details may change but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't question it… That's why it's a fanfic. It isn't the book.
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A/N- Wootwoot. The second chapter. More things about Luna and how Jack knows some Latin.
Anonymous- I'm sorry, dear, but I do believe that you are the not-so-proud owner of a Mary Sue. She's pretty and sad and she immediately makes Jack fall in love with her. She has a ridiculous name, too. Luna Rotta? Since when has Jack known any Latin? And, being made princess is somewhat... Sudden, isn't it? To say the least, I really think you should reform this character so she won't be.. Annoyingly perfect.
Redthistle- I'm afraid you gained some misconceptions about the girl. Jack doesn't love her. I would appreciate it if people didn't judge the characters until they have learned more about them. Besides, Jack believes it is a tribe and doesn't every great tribe have a princess? Jack thinks so. Since she's the only girl it's only natural for her to be marked as special and of a higher rank than the others. Don't worry. She won't be annoyingly perfect. Perfect has no true meaning in the world because nobody is perfect. Perfection is just an imperfection of the mind. Therefore, we are all imperfect and perfect all at once.
Spectator12- 1. Ralph has blond hair.
2. Jack has red hair.
3. You have a Sue. Please terminate her as soon as possible.
Redthistle- I mentioned this at the beginning of the first chapter, but my story is based on the movie and not the book. Also, the Princess hasn't even woken up yet so how can you be positive she is a "Mary Sue"? Never judge a character until you actually know more about her.
Darla Ladylondon- Keep writing the story! She isn't a Sue yet! When she wakes up and we get to learn her character then reviewers can say she's a Mary Sue or what not. The girl hasn't even said a word yet, and people are claiming her to be a Mary Sue. Just keep going with the story, I for one would like to hear more!
Redthistle- THANK YOU! You are the second GOOD review! The first that openly defended Luna! The first comment was left by NellieGURL and was just "Jack has a crush, Jack has a crush:)".
I appreciate comments but not if you will judge the characters based on what you DON'T know about them! I hate it when people judge a book by their cover. There's so much more to things than what these people know. I'm sorry if I offend anyone, but doing this makes you seem like a Wannabe Know-It-All. Not someone people want to be. It makes you seem like a jerk and a nuisance and if someone leaves more than two comments saying pretty much the same thing; that Luna is a Mary Sue, this has to be the SAME person leaving the comments, I will suggest that you not read the story if you don't like the characters.
No I will not "terminate" Luna because without her there is no story. That's why it's called PRINCESS of the Flies.
Hope you enjoy the story.. P
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The wind howled violently through the quaking trees. The boys lay crouched amongst the rock, waiting for the gale to pass. They had all spent the past few days constructing the "castle" and it would be a shame for all their hard work to go to waste so quickly.
One bright boy by the name if Nicky had made up plans for a stronger building than Jack had planned. Jack's plan had been of palm leaves, Nicky's was stone and wood with a crown of the light foliage.
"Where is the Princess?" the blonde boy yelled to his comrade. The small boy only shrugged and pointed at a cave higher up the rise. Jack could only speculate how Nicky and the others got her up there and how they planned to bring her back down. He squinted across the beach to the other rocky knoll where Ralph, Piggy, Simon, and Samneric where sheltered. They had been swimming when the storm hit and hadn't reached this end of the sand quickly enough.
Jack felt someone tugging at his shorts. He turned and saw Nicky holding a dark conch. It was the one Simon had found while he was swimming the day before. It had been for Ralph to call a serious meeting. The white conch was for contented times and the dark one was for gloomy times.
Jack raised it to his lips and blew into it. The strong, low note was swirled around through the raging winds. He had no idea if it would reach the others, but he could hope. A few minutes later, he heard a faint answering call. He wished the last few builders were either back or had a conch and could respond, but there was no way for either of those to happen during the squall.
Condemned to the callous downpour, Jack lay on his stomach and closed his eyes. He needed rest. He hadn't slept for some time and his entire body had been beginning to feel weak.
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Jack awoke to someone prodding him with a twig. He slowly opened his bleary eyes and looked around. The rain had long since stopped and the sun was bright in the sky. He rolled over and found he was looking up at Simon.
"Good to see you're still alive." The cheery voice belonged to Ralph who was standing only a few feet away.
"The castle?" Asked Jack nervously. Ralph just beamed at him.
"The boys just got back from taking her up. It's all right." The older boy said. He was grinning for reasons unknown to Jack. He slowly pulled himself to his feet and looked around. There were many trees on the ground and the diminutive palm leaf shelters that had been propped up were now thoroughly ruined.
He glanced up the slope towards the peak. With a nod at Ralph, he began the slog to get to the grassy area where they kept the fire. That was where they had built the sturdy hut.
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Roger stood sentry outside the entrance to the timber structure. Before the storm, Jack had chosen 6 guards that would take turns guarding the opening against anyone but Jack and Ralph because they were the leaders.
He was getting bored. Terrence wasn't back from the bushes yet. The next guard swift was at the same time as the change in fire watch. He couldn't wait until Samneric got there to have to deal with it.
He saw Jack trudge up the path towards him. So the mighty hunter's decided to finally wake up. He thought irritably to himself. Jack gave him a swift nod, which he returned, before entering the shelter. Good luck trying to wake her.
He saw Terrence returning, fastening his pants.
"Jack is already inside idiot!" The dark haired boy snarled. Jack was his best friend but all the same, he couldn't stand being pushed around like that.
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Jack sat down on a roughly woven mat. Samneric had woven it the previous morning. He looked over at the unconscious form of Luna. There was something odd that he couldn't quite trust, yet at the same time he felt terribly sorry for her. She's just a girl. Why would someone do something like that? He shook his head furiously. He didn't care where she came from. He didn't care who she really was. He wasn't sure if he cared if she ever woke up. What difference would it make? If she never woke up she would never cause any trouble for them and he could eventually take the guards away to become hunters again. That would probably be better for his tribe. My tribe? No. Ralph's tribe. He knew he did not control the tribe. It was not his. Ralph was his friend, no matter how stupid he was sometimes.
Jack sighed. He didn't want to be on the Island of Beast, as he and some others had come to dub it. It was a ridiculous name and was just to scare the children. He looked up at the woven roof. We need to fix that. He told himself. He would have to remind Simon. That wouldn't be easy. He was often wandering about alone and when he did that; you wouldn't find him until he decided to plod back.
He pulled himself to his knees and faced the messy soot and blood painting of half a moon and half a sun connected. Simon really was quite talented. This was their shine to the Princess and the Beast.
He bowed his head and wished well of his people, the island, and the Princess. Then he stood and walked out of the small cabin.
Roger and Terrence were arguing again. He saw Samneric emerge from the bushes and he dismissed the two older boys as the two kids approached to take their place.
"Better watch out tonight!" Roger his to the twins before sauntering away. The boys looked quite nervous and they went to stand guard. There had been rumours that the Beast was to be hunting that night just as he did every 5 nights. Piggy had carved almost a calendar in a tree so they would always remember how many days they were there before they died. Jack and Ralph thought his idea was idiotic; though neither of them had the heart to tell him. At least there would be something for future people exploring the island to see.
Jack wound his way through the darkening trees as the sun slowly crept to the horizon. There was a tension in the air and everyone could feel it. There was a feast that night, but Jack wasn't very hungry. He had been on his way to the waterhole when he got the sudden urge to race wildly through the thick wood. He tired after some time and had slowed to a quick, steady walk. He glanced around and realised he had never been there before. He stepped into a clearing and found it seemed as though it was often inhabited. There was a small fort and a tree with the moon and sun symbol on it. There was also a tiny fire pit that looked as though it was seldom used. He heard the sound of an approach just before he saw the small figure emerge from the foliage. It was Simon holding a small flint dagger.
He looked quite surprised when he saw Jack standing in the middle of his camp. It was where he went to think. This was where he went during the day.
"Umm… Hello Jack…" He said in a small voice.
"What is this, Simon?" The older boy asked.
"This is where I go to escape the mess and noise of the rest of the camp."
"Why aren't you at the feast?"
"I'm a vegetarian. Why aren't you?"
"I wasn't hungry… What's a vegetarian?"
"I don't eat meat." There was an awkward pause after this statement in which Simon and Jack stared at each other with nervousness and slight fear. Simon was afraid Jack would tell the others about his hideout, and Jack was afraid Simon would attack him.
"I should go back." Jack told the young boy with a hint of nervousness. Simon merely nodded.
"Feel free to return anytime." He told the co-leader. Jack returned the nod and walked back through the forest the way both he and Simon had came. I'm sure I will. He thought. This was not the sort of thought one realises they are having. It was the sort of thought that one thinks and doesn't know it. It is the kind of thought that is thought in someone's subconscious mind. Jack didn't know his feet would bring him back again.
Simon crawled into his hut and sat down on the woven mat in from of the thick palm leaves he used as a bed. Simon had first stumbled across this place when he had gone for a walk the second time. Before he knew it, he couldn't stay away even if he tried. He had built a shelter and painted the tribe symbol and had managed to convince Samneric to give his some fire. It was as if a voice was calling him whenever he was away. And in his mind, there was a voice. It would whisper his name through the trees to him and the more he was at the main camp, the more insistent the voice was for him to go back to his sanctuary.
In his dreams he would be sitting at a small wooden table in his clearing. Sitting across from him would be a tall, hooded man. He knew it was a man for it spoke to him. It called warnings to him and told him of an approaching evil. When the Princess had been found, a chess game began on his wooden table. He would play against the hooded man and every time he lost a player, he would hear her screaming. If he took one of the hooded man's player's, he would hear her laughter and it made him feel better. They each had only a few players left. Simon still had his queen, but the hooded man had his rooks.
He would warn Simon to give up, but he refused. He feared the Princess would die if he lost.
As Simon sat on his mat, he found himself growing weary. He closed his eyes and slumped back.
Jack awoke in the morning and slowly walked up to the cabin. Terrence and Thomas stood guard at the door. Ralph had informed him that Roger and Terrence were no longer guards together and that Roger was now with Ryan.
He pushed aside the pigskin veil and strode inside. He stopped and stared in shock at what he saw inside.
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A/N: Yay! I finally got it done. Sorry I left you with a cliffy. It isn't whom you think it is inside. The Princess will wake up in the next chapter. Thanks to the 2 good reviews for the first chapter, and sorry you are a bit of a prat to the 2 bad and judgmental reviews.
Hope you liked it.. It was a bit lame and short, I'm afraid, but I really wanted to finish it today before people thought it was abandoned. R&R if you want to.. P
