This is the prologue of a story I'm writing.
“I can’t, Java; it wouldn’t be right,” Mike sighed. When Java arrived, his features had turned weak and brittle as he gradually grew tired her.
“Oh, stop being such a wimp. [i]I should be the one worried. If Mecka spots us, she’ll eat me not you,” Java whined as only a creature considered a slow animal could. Of course only her land cousins were slow. How could they be fast with the enormous weight of their houses?
As soon as Mike thought of the land turtles, Java immediately screeched, “Don’t be ridiculous! My cousins are so slow because they’re afraid if they move any faster, people will see how ugly green is on brown. Blue looks much better on my green! I mean, the ground doesn't even look smooth! The ocean matches my smoothness so well!”
Startled by the sudden outbreak, Mike once again wished for the constant company of the lovely Mecka instead of the horror right beside him. Ever since Java had moved to the peaceful clan of Kita from bloodthirsty and savage Tinane, every dream had been crushed. She had said when she arrived that she hated the violence in her old tribe, but Mike could see no difference between her and the rest of her people.
If eyes could glow red, Java’s would have been. Her flippers were flapping around wildly. A huge frown covered her face. There was no way to not realize she was mad -- extremely mad.
“If you’re so high and mighty,” she snared, “then I guess you wouldn’t mind me telling Mecka about your silly daydream. You know, the one where Mecka and you marry and take care of your babies. If I remember right, they were either huge starfish looking like yourself or tiny copies of Mecka as sharks.”
“When did you hear that?” he gasped. I never thought about it anywhere near you.”
Laughing, Java spoke again. “Seriously Mike, you can be so stupid sometimes. People like you can never control their brain.”
Desperate to escape the humiliation, Mike chose his only option. “Java, I’m so sorry. What can I do to make up for my horrible imagination? Please don’t destroy my reputation.”
She pondered for a moment. “Well, you could actually go with me and put the Nine-Jundred in front of Mecka’s house. I'd do that instead of letting me tell Mecka your little fantasy. ”
Mike froze. How could he choose between the two? Both of them would end up with the same result.
“If you choose to go with me,” Java said, breaking his thoughts, “Mecka wouldn't find it was you.” Smiling a poisonous smile, Mike could almost see her beck stretch.
It could be worse, he miserably thought.
“Good. Meet me at the caves at nightfall.”
“Stupid mind reader,” Mike muttered as he floated away.
“I heard that!” Java shouted joyfully.
Finally, alone, Mike rushed over to Mecka’s house at the bottom of Kita. As it gradually grew darker, a faint glow could be seen in the entrance. Farther down, he greeted Snik, Mecka’s hired guard.
“Hello Snik. Were there any problems?”
“I’ve been doing great. Today only a stupid fish was here. His parents never taught it that a light all by itself is dangerous.,” he replied grumpily.
"Oh, good, the crocodiles from Eugane never came back?
"Nope." A long pause followed his reply.
“So… is Mecka busy?”
“Ask her yourself. Go right in.”
After Mike entered and turned the corner, the light from the humpback anglerfish was reduced to nothing. Trying not to trip, he didn’t notice the shadow right behind him.
“Boo!” a voice screamed. A body landed on Mike and rolled down the hall.
Bewildered, all Mike could do was close his eyes and wait for the thing to crawl off of him.
He began to hear laughter. “I can’t believe how scared you looked, Mike!” It was Mecka.
“No fair,” he complained, “There wasn’t any chance to see you!”
“Whatever; I was behind you the whole time.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry Mike. Maybe you’ll spot me next time you visit.”
As she finished speaking, the ground began to shake. Small rocks fell onto the floor and on the heads of Mike and Mecka.
Ocean currents shook every sea creature, forcing them into corals to avoid being swept away from their homes.
Huge rocks began to cave in all the caves.
Outside, Snik swam into the sea without any hope that his employer was still alive.
Inside the cave, Mike knew he wouldn’t survive. As another rock slammed into him, he fainted.
***
As Mike woke up, no rocks stood in the way. Mecka smiled as she saw him wake up.
“Mike,” Mecka whispered, “I love you.”
Knowing subconsciously it was a dream, he whispered, “I love you.”
***
As soon as the sea was calm again and the marine life could continue life again, Java left for the border of Tinane, hoping to never return.
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