The plane soared through the sky, Damien guiding it with ease, Thomas in the back seat, and their new pilot, Oscar, gripping the controls. The sun was slowly setting, painting the sky with beautiful colors.
Damien’s voice crackled over the radio, “We’re almost there.” But when they looked ahead, all Oscar saw was a thick jungle. “Where’s the landing spot?” Oscar asked, puzzled.
Damien grinned slyly. “Did I say airfield…” He leaned back “There’s definitely a field…”
Oscar’s heart raced, and he started to worry. He realized they were in trouble. “We can’t turn back,” he said with urgency, glancing at the gas meter before looking back at Thomas, who seemed too calm.
“We’re going to crash,” Oscar stammered as he mentally processed the danger that lay before them.
Damien wasn’t fazed. “We’ll be fine, we’re just going to land a little more… “he trailed off a bit, “violently.”
The plane descended and tension filled the air. Oscar gripped the controls tightly as the plane’s wheels hit the ground. The landing gear was destroyed immediately, and the left wing dug into the earth before tearing off completely.
Panic and chaos erupted as the plane shook and parts broke off. The noise was deafening, Oscar yelled in fear, and everything was a blur. But somehow, they survived the crash, shaken but alive.
Oscar was furious, glaring at Damien. He had been tricked into this dangerous situation. Damien, however, looked thrilled, like he’d just been on a rollercoaster at an amusement park. Thomas, in the back, had a mix of emotions. He was glad they were okay, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this time they were in over their heads.
They climbed out of the wrecked plane and stood in the jungle. The air was thick and humid, and uncertainty hung in the air. The path ahead was unclear, but they were determined to face whatever challenges came their way. As they walked into the dense forest, they couldn’t ignore the feeling that they were stepping into a world of mysteries and risks that they couldn’t even imagine.