Mangrove Island

Prologue

Two families kissed their loved ones goodbye. A young wife kissing her new husband before the flight to their honeymoon, a child being sent to his fathers side of the family. They continued through to their seats, the plane leaving within the hour. The wife was Lira, dark brunette hair, and beautiful, almost bird like features. Her and her husband sat in first class, wine and fancy food lied out before them. Lira was ecstatic to leave the country for the first time, but the turbulence made her excited nausea even worse. She went to leave her seat only to be ushered back to it by a stewardess. She begged to go knowing that if the turbulence got worse those little vomit bags weren't going to hold enough.

As she entered the lavatory she could feel the plane dip, the lights flickering as she was slammed against the small sink. She gripped the bar, trying not to scream as her body was shaken and tossed. She felt like she was being sucked towards the ceiling, but she pulled herself to the door, swinging it open with all her strength. Lira knew the plane was going down but her husband was the only thing she wanted to see before she died.
The plane creaked, the floor tearing open before her eyes. The sound of everyone's screams flew past her ears before everything went dark.

The burning backside of her skin stuck to her clothes. She opened her eyes, the sting of salt water splashing her in the face. She looked out, seeing nothing but water and roots. She coughed as she reached her feet down trying to see if she could reach the bottom. The suitcase she had woken up on slipped out from under her. Water gargled down her throat, her tired legs kicking as hard as she could. She grabbed back onto the suitcase, pulling herself back onto it. Tired out from the struggle her eyes closed, asleep once again.