Disclaimer: I don't own any of LOTF, if I did I'd make me as well as Jack and Ralph, a main character :p

Chpt.1

"I'm going to die."

The thought ran through her head, like a broken record. She could just imagine her lifeless body sinking below the surface of the ocean. Never in her life had she imagined that the last thing she would see was the screaming faces of her closest friends; as they plummeted down towards the dark body of water.

There was an almighty crash, almost like a bomb going off. She felt herself being flung out of her seat with a painful cry. And then everything was consumed in darkness.

To her utter amazement, she felt her eyes flit open. She was met with a strange sight of shimmering gold underneath her. The pain shot up her body and was thumping inside her head. As she opened her eyes to her new surroundings, she felt the burning heat of the sun stabbing at her sore back. Memories of the crash came flooding into her mind. The screams. The fire. The pulsating current, as it pushed her away from the sinking plane. The pain stopped hurtful tears fall, knowing that the survival rate of that horrific crash must have been very low. She lay there for what seemed half an hour, letting some of the instant shock and pain subside.

After a while, she managed to roll herself unto her back. She examined her body and gasped. No wonder she couldn't move for so long, cuts filled with stinging sand and tennis-ball sized bruises many parts of her body. She had never seen herself in such a state. But luckily she knew that the hours of swim coaching and gymnastics had strengthened her body, enough to fight her back into consciousness.

She saw in the distance blurs of green and brown. An desert island. "You've got to be kidding!" she thought angrily. "Maybe moving to the USA wasn't such a good idea."

She managed to get to her feet, just about, and made her way towards the cool shade of the jungle ahead. But instead she was met with even worse heat, with a lack of ocean breeze, like the beach; to cool down the astonishing humidity. She sighed, not giving a flying fuck about the only material covering her was her girl boxers, bra and a very dirty and ripped-in-half skinny top. "Guess I'm not going to see my precious plait skirt again" she chuckled to herself, trying to lighten her negative mood.

But it seemed the island was like something out of a dream, a fantasy she longed for every time she looked out onto to horrible cold rainclouds, typical to where she lived in the UK. But the smells, sights and sounds of the luscious jungle let her know she was certainly in reality. Dangling creepers and sweet-smelling tropical plants surrounded her, as she clambered through thick undergrowth. Loud animal cries almost deafened her sensitive ears, used to the low hum of distant traffic and the buzz of TV shows.

"I guess it could be worse," she thought, looking high into the canopies above her, "this is beautiful!"

Little did she know, what came shouting and screaming towards her the next second, was far from beautiful!

No sooner had she taken a jump back in surprise, did the mass of cries and screams launch themselves at the girl. She was thrown back onto the ground by a pair of strong arms. Long, thick wooden spears were held near her face and chest.

"Shit."she mumbled.

The sun that glinted through the canopies blinded her, but she made the faint outline of a tall figure looming over her. As her eyes adjusted, she observed the attacker more. His toned body was covered in strange markings; smears of white and black. Streaks of bright red hinted through the dirt that covered his messily combed back locks. But one thing that struck her most: was his eyes.

As blue as the water that lapped up on the island and the bright flowers that covered the jungle floor; they seemed to bore into her like he was looking right through her, into her mind, into her soul itself.