Disclaimer: I own nothing that belongs to the wonderful William Golding

Claimer: Kyra ismy own character

Rating: Currently PG, M for later chapter

Author's Note: It's been almost a year since I'veposted anything I know and you guys must be waiting for all my other fics. Thanks to all of you who continue to wait I promise that I'll finish them soon. But in the meantime, iI have this one all finished up so I'll post chapters regularly as long as you guys keep reviewing. Just as a note there will be some MAJOR changes from the novel to my story...hence the fanfiction, so don't kill me if you don't like it. EVERYONE IS OLDER IN MY STORY!! Just wanted to clear that up. Read and Review plz! Enjoy!!

"Breaking News just in," a stern female voice floated through the house from the television set. "New reports of possible nuclear weapons in the United States have caused uproars across the world. Germany is in a serious state of destruction with over half its army incinerated. General Thompson of the United States Air Force is with us today. General, can you tell us if in fact there is a nuclear invasion being planned or is there an imminent threat of nuclear warfare?"

The screen of the television set suddenly went black. Staring at her reflection in the screen, Kyra Reynolds flopped back onto the couch, her pin-straight brown and copper hair crunching beneath her. She stared outside her window into the clear blue sky. Currently residing in Glasgow, Scotland, she missed the sights and people from her hometown in London, England.

Getting up and stretching a little, she walked over to the calendar pinned on the wall beside the cabinetry in the kitchen. She ticked off the day and sighed again, adding a little number in the corner: 1004. To anyone, it looked like just an ordinary number. But it was the exact opposite.

This number was nothing ordinary. It was the number of days since September 1, 1939 when the Second World War commenced. 1004 days since Kyra had seen home. 1004 days since they were being protected in Scotland. 1004 days of being in a prison.

She just wanted it all to be over. She wished everyone would stop fighting each other and just go back to living normally before this war. Were things ever normal? She thought silently. A knock on the front door brought her out of her trance. Since her parents were both at work, she wasn't supposed to answer the door or the telephone in case it was a spy from the Axis. Another knock sounded on the door and then after a minute a white card slid through the mail slot.

"If anyone's home, this is very urgent," the voice called from outside. Kyra froze and watched the card flutter to the floor. The man on the other side continued. "We request you read the card immediately as it will take effect in the next 24 hours. Thanking you from the British Armed Forces and good day to you."

Kyra let out the breath she was holding as she heard the clicking of the man's shoes down the stone steps. Take effect in the next 24 hours? She thought, recalling what the man had just said.

"It can't be another bomb…can it?" She mused aloud. Slowly, she walked to the front door and picked up the card. It was in a small white envelope and she tore it open instantly. She scanned the card and nearly fainted. The small black print on the white card read:

"URGENT MESSAGE

Under possible threat of air warfare over the United Kingdom, all residents will be evacuated beginning immediately. Over the course of the next twenty-four (24) hours, military personnel will arrive at each household and escort residents' safe passage to special runways where aeroplanes will be heading to America.

Thank you on behalf of the British Armed Forces for your continued support.

Secretary General Sir Hastings Ismay

Chiefs of Staff Committee

British Armed Forces"

Kyra fell into the recently vacated sofa just as a key sounded in the lock. She didn't even register the fact that her parents were home from work or that her mom was calling to her and asking what was wrong. It was then her mother saw the card lying on the floor next to Kyra's feet. She picked it up and read it, Kyra looking up in time to see her mother and father exchange glances.

Judging by the looks on their faces, Kyra felt as if they had known this was coming sooner or later. She may have been only 17, but she knew her parents better than anything.

"I guess we have no choice," her father finally declared in a retired voice. It was like he was tired of this war as well. In a way, they all were. Kyra had always known it was a matter of time before they had to leave again. She just hadn't expected it this soon. She remembered when the first bombs fell on London a few kilometres from her house. They had evacuated immediately and had been sent by train to Scotland where they were now residing. That had been two and a half years ago. And now, here they were, just settling down, when they had to be moved again.

"When will this ever end?" Kyra said to no one in particular and then turned and left the room.

The end of one thing is often the beginning of another. This was true for all those who were currently boarding Flight 625 in Glasgow International Airport. This was the end of their stay in Scotland but the beginning of a very long adventure. Though they knew they were going to America they did not know what would become of them or their families.

Kyra was ushered into a line with several other girls. Most were younger than her and she instantly spotted her best friend, Gabrielle. She rushed up the line to meet the brown haired girl.

"Gabrielle!" she whispered to her 14-year-old friend. The brunette gave Kyra a hug and then fell silent. Kyra knew Gabrielle was still upset that her mother had died in a blast back in London. She had been forced to live with her father whom she greatly despised and when the call for evacuation had come, Gabrielle's father had been more than happy to let her go.

Kyra, on the other hand, had had a difficult time leaving her parents. Children and adults had been separated, with the children being evacuated on different planes then their parents. She hadn't wanted to leave, but knew that she had no choice. If anything, this was the best thing to do and she knew they would be together again in America.

In the terminal, there were two lines arranged in order of age: the boys and the girls. Kyra was at the back of her line being the oldest girl with Gabrielle in front of her. In the boys' line, she could see that the last boy was around her age with blonde hair and blue eyes and was talking to a black-haired boy around his age. She scanned the line quickly and spotted her old-time friend. As the girls' line began to move forward, she realized that they would be sitting separately. As she passed her friend, she called out to him.

"Ralph!" A well-built 16-year-old boy looked up and his hazel eyes locked with Kyra's azure ones. He smiled at his friend.

"You're coming too!" he said happily, a sense of relief washing over him at the sight of his friend. "I thought you stayed back in London. I couldn't find you here."

"We were in a house in the valley. Our closest neighbour was a mile away," she explained to him. He nodded as the girls' line grew shorter and shorter. She waved goodbye to him and he called out behind her.

"I'll see you in America!" She turned around and nodded, a smile forming on her face. It was the first time she had smiled in two and a half years. And then, she was being pushed inside the cramped space of the back of the plane and out of sight. She sighed as she took her seat near the window. Gabrielle sat beside her and the two lapsed into silence. They could hear the boys entering the plane through the partition that had been set up to divide the two genders.

A half hour later the plane was in the air and the world below them became a blur of nothingness. Time, Kyra knew, would pass by very slowly, and so, she allowed herself to drift off into an uneasy sleep.

She didn't know whether it was the sound of bickering children or the roaring engines that had awoken her, but what Kyra did know was that she was in a very bad mood. She blinked in the evening sun and looked around. Most of the children were restless and tired and some were crying for their mothers and fathers. Kyra couldn't take it anymore and so, standing up, she let her voice rise above all the chattering.

"Hush up, all of you!" Instantly, the back of the plane fell into silence. The youngest children were almost afraid of her, but some of the older girls knew that crying would get them no where.

Kyra saw one of the older girls, around 12, trying to console a child of about 7.

"My mama always sings to me before I go to bed," the littlun said in between sobs. The older girl looked suddenly nervous.

"Well I don't know how to sing love, but I-", she was cut off by the wailing of the little girl again. This time, it triggered all the littluns to begin crying again.

"A little way beyond the road,

A house stood proud and tall.

The little man we knew so well,

Who always heard our call…" The back of the plane once again quieted down as the melody of a beautiful voice had begun to sing. It was Gabrielle and Kyra smiled, joining her friend.

"I never knew a man so kind,

He always had a smile.

A treat for us he'd always give,

We'd always stay awhile.

Then one day not far from home,

We said our last goodbyes.

Little did we know back then,

The real reason why."

Kyra paused for a second as she thought about the lyrics. Gabrielle was humming softly now as all the children were listening. Kyra closed her eyes and was about to take up the song when she heard a deep voice from the other side of the partition singing the same tune.

"And what we found on that one day,

It tore us all apart.

For deep inside the core of us,

Were our bleeding hearts." Suddenly, more boys started to sing, joining the first in a beautiful choir. Kyra and Gabrielle began to sing as well.

"The man we never saw again,

And though we now knew why,

We never questioned reasons that,

Had long since passed us by.

And even though the day had come,

For us to go back home,

We always looked beyond the hills,

To a place now all alone.

In our hearts we knew the truth,

And though we did deny,

We never wanted to believe,

That our world had been a lie.

And when it came our time to end,

We saw it fit to say,

That we had known a little man,

Who kept us all at bay.

But the truth is one we cannot hide,

Our world is torn apart.

They told us once they'd fight for us,

A passion in their hearts.

But the day has come to see the truth,

And though we still stand strong,

We won't decide who lives or dies,

Or who is right or wrong.

But what we can, we will do,

For it is in us all,

To help the ones who cannot stand,

And help the ones who fall.

And I will fight until the end,

Until I know it's through.

And whatever end I may meet,

I know I will stay true.

And one day when my story ends,

I'll tell them all I've seen.

The story of a little man,

And the places that he's been.

And I will say that he was kind,

And strong, and proud and tall.

And I will say he was the one,

Who always heard our call.

For in the nights I cannot sleep,

I look into the night.

And stare beyond the hills above,

And see a glowing light.

And deep inside I know it's him

He's heard my call once more.

I close my eyes and go to sleep,

And dream of nothing more.

And when I wake up in the morn,

I know that I'll be home.

And I will look up to the sky and thank the little man,

For he has kept me safe again, in all my times alone.

And I will always stop to think,

And give him one last prayer.

For he will guide me home again,

Of that I'm always sure.

For home is where the heart does lie,

A truth I don't deny…,"

The choir of boys stopped singing and only Gabrielle was humming softly now. Kyra opened her eyes and softly sang the last lines.

"And home is where I'll always go,

Long after I say…goodbye…" Her voice faded away into the silence and she looked around the back of the plane. Most of the girls had drifted off into sleep and Kyra smiled to herself.

Silently, after making sure no one was watching her, she took a peek around the partition and saw Ralph sitting in the back seat. Smiling she whispered his name.

"Ralph!" she hissed, but he didn't hear. He continued to stare out the window at the growing darkness.

"Ralph!" she whispered again this time a little louder. Still her friend didn't respond. Kyra sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Ralph!" she whispered quite loudly and at last the brown haired boy turned around. A smile spread on his face but as Kyra entered into the boys' quarters, his face became creased with worry.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ralph whispered frantically. It seemed none of the other boys had noticed her presence as she sat done beside him.

"Oh hush, you," Kyra giggled as she took a seat beside Ralph. He gave her a hug, which she returned, though it was quite awkward considering the way they were seated.

"I hope this flight doesn't take too long," Ralph said quietly, glancing around the cramped plane, the littluns with their heads inclined towards the windows dozing off and on, the older boys staring blankly out the window.

"It's taken long enough," Kyra sighed. There was a moment's pause where the two friends remained silent as if reminiscing about past times.

"I never wanted to leave Scotland, you know, mush less London," Kyra said to Ralph, though her gaze travelled past him to the window and out over the waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

Ralph placed a comforting hand on hers. "I know I didn't want to either. But think of this…we're going to America, and we're going to be together and then our parents are going to come too."

She smiled. That was Ralph- always the optimist. He always viewed things in a good manner, never letting things disappoint him or stifle his spirit. Kyra, on the contrary, was a realist, and perhaps in one way or another, a bit of an pessimist. She didn't believe, as many of the others around her did, that everything would be alright when they got to America. From her experience, everything would be far from alright.

Though both originally from America, Ralph and Kyra had moved to London as children until the war, when they were forced to move to Scotland. Because her father was an Admiral in the U.S. Navy, Kyra was always assured her safety, and being best friends with Ralph's dad, her father always made sure his friend had the same. The two friends had been separated for almost 3 years since evacuations in England had begun. Even though Ralph lived in Scotland as well, he lived higher up in the country side and visits to any friends were not permitted lest anyone see them.

A comfortable silence spread between Kyra and Ralph and for a moment, Kyra even forgot where she was- not the plane itself, but being on the other side of the curtain that divided girls from boys, men from women. She thought it downright disgraceful, the girls having to sit at the back with most of the noise and the constant interruptions of boys who had to pass through to use the washrooms. That definitely made her tick. Why could the boys pass through the girls' side but not the other way around?

The peculiar feeling of being watched made Kyra look up from her thoughts. She looked to her left where she saw Ralph deep in thought and then scanned the plane where she found a pair of cerulean eyes on her. It was the same boy that had stood at the back of the line back in the airport terminal. His black haired friend was sitting on the seat behind him, the small sly smirk still plastered to his face from what Kyra could see. For an instance, Kyra locked eyes with the blond haired, blue-eyed boy and took in his appearance. He was well built, though not as toned as Ralph. He looked to have attained his muscle from hard labour instead of constant exercise. He had a soft round face, almost pale in colour but with just the right tinge of soft peach that made him look god-like. His blond hair was longer than most of the boys, except for his black-haired friend. It was cut in a rough manner that stopped at the nape of his neck, while his bangs fell softly across his forehead and even slightly into his eyes so that he had a somewhat disheveled yet decent look about him. His lips, full and pink, were drawn in an almost perfectly straight line that made Kyra almost scared of him.

Yet something about him also calmed her. The look in his eyes was soft though determined. It was like he had something important to do but was the slightest bit scared of doing it. If he's ever scared of anything, he sure wouldn't show it, Kyra found herself thinking. She shook her head clearly and got up to go back with the other girls. She put a hand on Ralph's shoulders to get his attention and whispered to him that she was leaving. He nodded and Kyra could see the sadness in his eyes. One thing she learned about Ralph was that whatever he felt, that emotion played on his every feature.

She turned towards the partition and lifted it slightly so that she could return to her seat. Looking over her shoulder one last time, she saw the blond-haired boy still staring intently at her. Apparently, his black-haired friend seemed to be interested as well for he now turned his face to see what his friend was looking at and his mouth hung open.

He quickly closed it as he and Kyra locked eyes and she knew, by the smirk on his face, that she was going to be in big trouble. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, she flung herself on the other side of the curtain and resumed her seat as if nothing had happened. It seemed the boy never got a chance to say anything because she hadn't heard his voice.

Sighing again, she looked about the cabin. Gabrielle, she realized, was at the back with the littluns playing hand games with them to keep them company. The two girls caught each others eye and winked. Kyra smiled and lay back in her seat. A flight attendant, she noticed, was coming around with food and she readily took the offered sandwich and drink.

"What time do we arrive?" Kyra asked the attendant before she moved towards the back of the plane.

The attendant smiled politely and answered, "We'll be arriving at the carrier shortly and then transferring to a boat. The plane should be arriving in about half an hour, Miss."

Kyra nodded in thanks and wondered why they were taking a boat instead of a plane. The Atlantic shores were probably filled with U-boats and other vessels and they could easily be struck with a torpedo. Though any fighter jet could easily take them down aboard the plane, at least they had a chance of escape.

Shaking her head, she focused on her sandwich and for once let herself forget everything in the outside world. For the next half an hour, only she existed.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it. Read and review plz! No flames!