Front Lines Chapter One: I Meet The Triangle People
So how did my life turn from sixth grade average to anti-mythological war activist? It probably started on my family’s semi-yearly vacation to Australia. My second cousin, Maxwell, who we just call Mono because he sort of looks like a monkey, was shouting and whooping and doing pretty much anything an overly excited seven-year-old would do if he found a sinkhole you could dump a Mini Cooper into. “Hey, Sophia,” he said in a voice that was WAY too high-pitched for his age. “Check this out!” He grabbed my hand and forced me to run onto the hill behind our cottage that overlooked the ocean. Directly on top of the hill was a pit. I had seen a few sinkholes in my life, but none that were pitch-black and didn’t seem to have a bottom. I looked out at the ocean and saw a most startling sight.
Five big Egyptian reed boats, each one twice as long as a minivan, were in the deeper parts of the water, where fish like adult marlin lived. Probably just looking for a big catch. But then the water around them seemed to explode. From right underneath the boats rose what looked like a giant catfish. Now, I have fisherman great-uncles in Indonesia who have caught some pretty big catfish, but this thing was a completely different level. This catfish was as long as an aircraft carrier, with whiskers twice as long as patriot missiles and just as thick. It’s mouth completely surrounded the boats, and when it dove back into the water, they had vanished. It was sickening, yet so fascinating. “I know,” I heard a tinny British accent coming from somewhere behind me. Startled, I turned. But I had forgotten about the sinkhole. And THAT was how it all started.
What was odd at the time was all of the arguing going on in the world. The UN had shot down more resolutions in a single month than they did during most years. There was extreme unrest and even signs of vandalism in the neighborhood, and when family from far away (which accounts for most of my family) called, it usually led to yelling, screaming, and choice words I would have to censor. What’s worse is that there had been four major volcanic eruptions, five major earthquakes, and a slew of massive floods in a six-month period around the world. Doomsday, people were calling it. The end of the world. But enough about the world. Back to me, plummeting to my inevitable doom.
“Weeeeeeaaaaaaauuuuuuggggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!” I couldn’t see my hair flapping in front of my face. The only light in the entire sinkhole was the rapidly shrinking circle/entrance to death, where a miniscule dot that I guessed was Mono’s head was gazing, too shocked to do anything. Finally, I saw a faint brownish glow ahead of me. Dirt. Just as I was about to collide with the ground and perish, four chalk-white lines appeared and grabbed me, catching me. I looked up to see two weird creatures. Each one was about six feet tall. Their bodies were shaped like white ice cream cones, with pencil-thin necks topped by upside down triangle heads, with the top (or bottom…?) broader than the bottom. Their faces were cute smiley faces like something you might draw on a dusty car window, and their heads were topped by three slender triangles, with no hair. Their arms and legs were like something on a stick figure. The entire things were chalk-white, and were thin as paper, so if they turned to one side, they were practically invisible. I had lots of family in Australia. These things were Aboriginal fairies, Mimis. As in myths. That’s when the whole world plunged into darkness.
When I woke up, I was lying on the floor of a dirt chamber. A Mimi was standing at a wood panel with a steel rod on one side, which I guessed was the door. “Well,” she said. I gasped. It was the exact same Mimi who had coaxed me into the sinkhole back aboveground. “Look who decided to wake up. I suppose you’re wondering why a mythological fairy is talking to you.” I gave her a slight sneer. “Actually,” I said in a spiteful tone of voice. “I was wondering why I’m not waking up to see my family standing above me with worried looks on their faces.” The Mimi smirked. “Predictable. Well, here I go-you probably won’t see your family again for a few years.”