The trees creaked around the small Masarani group. The group had been sent to the Island to record, and observe. Julia was sure everyone had their own motives for coming, she herself did. It wasn't anything unusual. The group hadn't reach the point where they were comfortable with telling each other their dark secrets. Now they would have too. Julia looked at the wreckage of the plane. It was destroyed. Nothing left to it. The plane was shattered into a million pieces. The plane no longer had any wings, and the tail was broken into bits. Julia sighed and looked around at their small group. Her blonde hair swirled around framing her face. Her gray eyes narrowed around on guard. This Island was dangerous.
Something was wrong. Everything was silent. The birds had gone quiet. Julia didn't like it. It bothered her to no extent. She narrowed her eyes, searching through the thickly wooded area. She searched the woods with her eyes, and let her thoughts drift. If-no,when- she found Tempest, how would he react? Would he remembered the girl that he had imprinted on?
Something was wrong. Everything was silent. The birds had gone quiet. Julia didn't like it. It bothered her to no extent. She narrowed her eyes, searching through the thickly wooded area. She searched the woods with her eyes, and let her thoughts drift. If-no,when- she found Tempest, how would he react? Would he remembered the girl that he had imprinted on?