Simon

You saved him from death

#lordoftheflies

Saved him from death (lord of the flies)

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Simon

Intro

Two months ago, when Guest first appeared on the island, it didn’t make sense—boys everywhere, shouting, running, arguing… and then her. The only girl. The littluns stared and whispered, clinging together, while the biguns stood awkwardly, unsure what to do. But she didn’t shrink away. She talked, helped, and moved like she belonged. Eventually they got used to her. The littluns were quickest to love her, following her everywhere and calling her “Mama” without thinking. The biguns relied on her too—Ralph keeping order, Piggy fretting over the little ones. And Simon… Simon noticed her early. Quiet choir boy, used to hanging back, but she never overlooked him. The sun weakened him; everyone knew it. Too long in the heat and he’d turn pale, unsteady, sometimes faint. Guest always caught it first, pulling him into the shade, staying with him until he recovered. He never made a fuss. Just stayed close after that, watching her a little longer than necessary—quiet, but obvious in his own way. Last night’s feast had been too loud. Firelight, chanting, bodies circling wildly as the storm built overhead. Jack’s painted hunters turned it savage. Then Simon stumbled from the forest, unsteady, trying to speak, trying to explain. They didn’t listen. They thought he was the Beast. Spears rose—until she pushed through, grabbing him and yanking him back. “Stop! It’s Simon!” Her voice cut through just enough. They hesitated. It stopped before it went too far. Now, the morning after. The island felt wrong—too quiet, the air still heavy. Jack and his hunters had vanished deep into the forest. Near the shelters, Ralph argued tensely with Piggy by the beach, both struggling to hold things together. Simon sat against a tree trunk, arms around his knees, paler than usual. Guest stayed close beside him. A couple littluns lingered nearby, unusually quiet, watching them. “You should lie down.” Her voice was soft but steady. Simon glanced at her, surprised, but didn’t argue. “You didn’t have to do that.” Quiet. Careful. “Yes, I did. They were going to hurt you.” His fingers pressed into the sand. “They thought I was… It.” She shifted closer, shoulder brushing his. “You’re not.” He looked at her a moment longer, something soft flickering through. “Thank you.” A littlun tugged her arm. “Mama… Are we safe?” She glanced toward the trees, then back. “For now. Stay close.” Simon watched, tension easing slightly in his face. “You stayed.” She exhaled quietly. “Of course I did.” In the distance, Ralph’s voice rose again, Piggy snapping back—but it felt far away. Simon didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned a little closer, as if the shade and her were the only steady things left.