Of Love And Lords
Disclaimer: I own no characters or the plot of which William Golding created. Though I do own Emma Sinclair and her family, not really though…technically.
Summary: A girl's uncle offers to take her flying as a present for her fifteenth birthday. Though her uncle would be on the job, and would be transporting an umpteen amount of boys to their destination, nothing could shatter Emma's dream of finally being able to fly. During the flight, the plane encounters a horrible tropical storm, sending the fiery plane, crashing down into the ocean. Emma Sinclair awakes on the sandy beach, only to be surprised at having two boys confusedly starring at her. And so the battles of love and lords begin.
Chapter One: The Island
Emma tensed as she heard the rumbling of the engines. She squeezed her armrest tightly. Her Uncle glanced at her, smiling knowingly. She nodded her head slightly, letting him know she was ready. The nonstop chatter of the school boys could be heard in the cockpit. Emma's Uncle slowly edged on the throttle, the engines becoming louder. He then took control of the steering wheels and pulled it towards him slightly. Emma glanced out of the window on her right, too afraid to look head on. Then she felt it. She felt herself lifting off the ground. The wheels screeching slightly. She smiled nervously to herself.
I suppose I only love the idea of flying, more so then the thrill. Thought Emma, grasping tightly on her locket.
"Well Emma, how do you like your gift?" asked her Uncle.
"I love it, I really do. It's beautiful." said Emma, looking over the small patches of homes far below.
"You know, it wasn't exactly easy for you to be able to come up here with me. You see, usually the co-pilot sits where you are now, they're there to take over if anything happens to me. Since I'm such a wonderful pilot-as my boss puts it, it's completely alright." said Emma's Uncle, glancing at the fuel gauge.
"You're the best pilot I know, of course it'd be alright." said Emma, with worry.
"No need to fret my sweet Emma. If you have your wings with you, you'll be just fine."
"…Wings? What wings?" questioned Emma.
"These wings." Said her Uncle, handing her a pin.
The pin had two angelic wings, centered by a small blue stone. The rays of sun flicking from behind the clouds make the pin sparkle like nothing she's seen before.
"Oh Uncle Charles, this is too much!" said Emma, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.
"Nothing's too much for you Emma." said Charles, his eyes glowing with happiness.
Emma pinned her wings to the center of her dress, in the middle of a bow serving as a belt.
As the plane burst through groups of clouds, Emma felt a great proximity to her Mother, knowing she might be sitting on one of the many clouds in the sky, watching her daughter. Emma did not want it to happen, though it certainly did. Her minds eye traveled back to the day her Mother died.
Emma had turned fourteen a week before. She glanced at her white shoes, the last thing her mother had given her. She remembered what her Mother was wearing that day, a midnight blue chiffon dress and matching heels. Her neck was adorned with white pearls, contrasting against her sun kissed skin. Her Mother was drop dead gorgeous, yet she found that she had no reason to live. She had told Emma, "I'm going for a walk luv, I'll see you soon, I promise. I Love you." She concluded, her eyes glazing over. "I love you too Mum." replied Emma, kissing her Mother on the cheek. Emma's Mother then went up to Michael's room, probably to tell him goodbye as well. She stood by the door, smiling at her home. Emma knew things would be different when and if her Mother returned.
Emma felt her stomach begging to be fed. Her Uncle Charles smirked at her and said, "Why don't you go on into the passenger seating and grab something to eat?" flicking up a black switch. "I think I will. I'll be back." said Emma, standing slowly, feeling strange.
Emma opened the door of the cockpit a crack and glanced around. A few steps ahead was a curtain, which was half drawn. She could see many rows of boys, each seating three. Emma suspected there was another column behind the half-closed curtain. She looked around for the air hostess and decided that she was probably out serving the passengers. Emma took in a deep breath. She was never really nervous around boys, but then again they were boys she had known for years. Emma had obviously dressed up for the occasion and hoped she looked alright in their eyes. Then again, she didn't know if the boys were her age anyways, they could be younger; around her Brother's age. She glanced around once more and then stepped over to the curtain. She held onto the red itchy material and frowned to herself. She drew back the curtains and glanced around, strange; the air hostess could not be seen. Emma then noticed that the familiar chatter of the boys had stopped. They all stared at her.
"Are you the air hostess then?" One boy yelled out from the back of the plane.
"If she was, she'd be wearing blue dickwad." said another boy to the one in the back.
"You mean to say there's no air hostess?" asked Emma in disbelief to no one in particular.
"That's right," said one fat boy with glasses to her left. "And I suggest you take a seat since a storms coming along."
"A storm?" asked Emma, forgetting about her hunger.
The plane lurched sideways and Emma toppled over into the lap of a redheaded boy.
"I'm s-sorry." said Emma standing hastily, flustered.
"You're fine where you are, I don't really mind." said the boy in a husky voice, attempting to wrap his arms around her waist.
Emma unraveled his arms and paced herself toward the loo. She tripped over the foot of a sleeping boy with fair hair but managed to stumble towards the open laboratory door. She slammed the door shut behind her, hearing hoots of laughter from the other side of it. Emma sat down on the toilet, her back hunched. Horrible things always happened to her. In the beginning Emma thought she was succeeding in impressing the boys with her manners, yet all that seemed to have backfired. Emma heard singing from beyond the four walls of the loo. She listened carefully.
Lavender's blue, dilly dilly
Lavender's green,
When I am king, dilly dilly
You shall be queen.
Lavender's green, dilly dilly
Lavender's blue,
You must love me, dilly dilly
'Cause I love you.
Down in the vale, dilly dilly
Where flowers grow,
And the birds sing, dilly dilly
All in a row.
A brisk young man, dilly dilly
Met with a maid,
And laid her down, dilly dilly
Under the shade.
Emma felt her face flush. She furiously threw open the door and stood there fuming.
How dare they embarrass me like that? Though Emma.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" said Emma, stopping to take a sharp intake of breath.
The plane started to shake with turbulence. Emma stumbled over to the closest empty seat; she sat quickly sat down next to a boy with long black hair that fell in his eyes. The plane began to shudder more severely. Emma glanced out the window to her left. Panels were flying off the wings of the plane as gusts of wind and rain shot at the windows. Emma glanced ahead. The sign for seatbelts was flashing in red.
"Everyone put your seatbelts on, now!" Emma yelled as loud as she could.
Emma strapped herself in and glanced to make sure the boy next to her was securely belted in. She glanced at the sleeping fair haired boy she had tripped over across from the aisle, he was strapped in. She could not see ahead to check if the rest were in, but she prayed they were.
Uncle Charles! Emma thought frantically.
Emma could not do anything more so she closed her eyes and grasped on to her locket, praying for her Uncle's safety. Emma heard a huge crash. She glanced out her window. The left wing of the plane was gone. Flames engulfed the stub that was left of the wing. Emma felt herself lean forward as the plane tipped and descended. Emma heard screaming as well as her own. She opened her eyes to see the plane facing completely down. And then everything went black.
Emma opened her eyes. White light shone blissfully around her. Then she saw her Mother's eyes staring intently into hers. Her Mother was dressed in white, her chestnut brown hair falling down in waves. Her Mother approached her silently. Emma's Mother took her chin into her palm. She turned Emma's head slightly and placed a sweet kiss on her cheek. Emma blinked away tears. Emma turned to look at her Mother, she was not there. Her Mother's touch was left lingering on Emma's skin as she looked around frantically. Emma felt soft lips on hers. She truly opened her eyes only to be starring into two ocean blue ones. Emma felt water surge up her throat. She turned to the side, choking out the water. She turned back to her rescuer as well as his assistant. It was the boy whose foot she had tripped over and the fat boy she had spoken to. Emma studied her rescuer. He was wearing only a pair of red shorts, supposedly his undergarments. He had a firm, golden body; muscular in a boyish way. His wavy fair hair fell in his eyes and then he brushed it away.
"Are you alright?" asked the boy.
"I'm Piggy-" piped in the fat boy, the other cutting him off.
"Piggy and I, we saw you floating out in the ocean," said the blonde boy. "We were checking if there were any other survivors and there you were."
"I'm Emma." she squeezed in between Piggy's breath.
"Ralph did it all though. But, I did tell him what to do with the mouth to mouth res-." Piggy said quickly, his mouth being muffled by Ralph's palm.
Emma's face began to grow hot. She could feel the red creeping up her face, though she couldn't help it. She had gotten her first kiss, technically. It was a definite mouth on mouth type thing. She didn't even know the boy though. The so-called kiss was not intentional in any was of course, unless this was some type of bizarre add-on to the present that her Father and her Uncle had planned to give her all along…which was highly unlikely.
Uncle Charles… Thought Emma frantically.
Emma ran back to the sea. Her drenched hair slapped her in the face as she moved through the green waters slowly, weighed down by her dress. Breathing heavily, she scanned the waters in search of her Uncle, any sign that he was alive. She looked as far as her eyes would let her. Her body stiffened as she realized there was nothing but clear blue green seas for miles ahead of her. Her heart sunk as she slowly turned and headed back to shore. Her wings seemed duller than they had been before. The last time they shone was when she was with Uncle Charles. Ralph and Piggy patiently awaited Emma to reach the land safely.
"I'm sorry." said Ralph, glancing down at his bare feet.
"Me too." said Piggy, squinting his eyes to try and focus on Emma's face.
"We have to find the others." said Emma silently as she passed Ralph and Piggyinto the part of the island covered in dense woods..