"The helicopter spun wildly, plummeting towards the snow-covered mountains below. Alessandro held Clara tightly, shielding her body with his own. He closed his eyes, bracing for the impact.The helicopter crashed into the trees, the sound of metal tearing and glass shattering filling the air. The impact was violent, jarring every bone in Alessandro's body.He felt a sharp pain in his head, and then everything went black.When he came to, he was lying on the ground, surrounded by wreckage. The helicopter was a mangled mess of twisted metal and shattered glass. Smoke billowed from the engine, filling the air with a acrid smell.He groaned, trying to sit up. His head was throbbing, and his body was aching all over. He looked around frantically, searching for Clara.'Clara!' he shouted, his voice hoarse. 'Clara, where are you?'He crawled through the wreckage, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find her, to make sure she was alright.He finally found her lying a few feet away, unconscious. Her face was pale and covered in blood.'Clara!' he cried, his voice filled with panic. He gently shook her, trying to wake her up.Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at him, her expression dazed. 'Alessandro?' she whispered. 'What happened?''We crashed,' he said, his voice trembling. 'But we're alive. We have to get out of here.'He helped her to her feet, his arm around her waist. They stumbled away from the wreckage, their bodies bruised and battered. They were alive, but they were stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no food, no water, and no way to call for help. And they knew that his father's men would be coming for them soon."
