Monkie Kid: The Lost Tribe

A Hidden Civilization

Chyou was on her way to serve tea when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, with a dazed look.

"Is everything okay?" Chenguang immediately noticed. 

"Yeah?" Chyou wasn't sure herself. "I just got an awful feeling out of nowhere. As if something bad has happened."

"You're worrying too much; they're going to be fine." Chenguang took the tea tray from her hands. "Go take a break, it'll help clear your head."

Chyou seemed reluctant, but with her friend's kind smile, she made her way to the back of the teahouse, where the office was. Chenguang waited for Chyou to be out of view before her smile turned into a look of concern.

"You're not the only one who suddenly got a bad feeling," Chenguang whispered as she walked over to a table.

The sun was starting to set over the island and the now destroyed ship, everyone was still unconscious on the floor, it had been hours since the crash. Tao, with his clothes slightly torn up and his body bruised up from the crash, was the first to open his eyes; his body ached with every slow movement to get up from the ground, as he began to stand up straight, his knees buckled. Instead of falling to his knees like he was expecting, a hand from behind caught him; he looked over his shoulder to see Wukong, in a similar state that Tao was in, giving him a small smile.

"Thank the heavens you're safe." Wukong let out a sigh of relief. 

Soon, with moans and groans of pain and discomfort, everyone began waking up and slowly putting themselves in upright positions.

"What happened?" MK rubbed his head.

"Sandy," Macaque growled in annoyance, "I thought you said, "a little bumpy," How was that a little?"

"I guess I misjudged," Sandy approached the door. "Let me check the damage."

The cabin door from the outside was damaged, it took a couple hard shoves before it swung open with a loud thud. Everyone hopped on the ship to see what damaged had been done. The front of the dronecopter had been dented and crushed due to the cliff, with the engine the large boulder hit barely hanging on as smoke continued to pour out of it. 

"IT'S COMPLETELY DESTROYED!" Red Son screamed, horrified by the scene in front of him. "THIS WILL TAKE AGES TO FIX!"

"Does that mean we're stuck?" Tao turned to his dad, slowly starting to freak out. "Are we going to die here!?"

"I always knew that this group would die a stupid death," Daiyu let out a sigh.

"No one is going to die!" MK turned to the kids. "We're...We're just gonna have to find a way to fix, and then...and then--"

MK was silenced by the suddenly loud rustling of leaves in the distance. Everyone had tensed up, prepared to face whatever was in the bushes or trees, only for it to be a small dark-furred monkey to jump out of the bushes. The group relaxed as MK approached the monkey.

"Hey little guy," MK squatted down extended his hand, "are you lost?"

"Oooh Oooh." The monkey chirped before sniffing MK's hand. 

MK began to pet the top of the monkey's head, and in return the monkey leaned into it. "It's okay little guy, we're not going to hurt you."

From out of the bushed several coconuts rolled out from under the bushed towards the group.

"What's happening?" Mei sounded uneasy.

"Maybe the little guy's friends are by helping us out." Sandy picked up a coconut with a smile. "We can use the coconuts as--"

Sandy let out a scream as blue smoke shot out of the holes into his face, before falling to the ground passed out from the smoke. Before anyone had a chance to react all the coconut bombs went off, and one by one everyone fell to the ground. Tao was the last to fall, and with what blurry vision he did have left, saw figures appearing out the bush and approaching them.

Tao opened his eyes to find himself in a cage made of bamboo being carried by a large group of cloaked figures with wooden masked painted with white detailing. He shot up from the bottom of the cage to see Daiyu, his dad and Macaque tied up next to him, behind were MK, Red Son and Mei in a different cage, and Sandy, Mo, Pigsy and Tang in another, all of them still passed out. 

"What's going on?" Tao muttered to himself.

"What happened?" Tao's head turned at the sound of Wukong's groaning. "I feel light-headed."

"Dad!" Tao whisper shouted as he hugged Wukong. 

"Hey Buddy." As Wukong looked at his surroundings he was beginning to understand what was happening

"Don't worry," Wukong whispered, "we're gonna get out of this."

They had no idea where they were going. The brave face that Wukong had on was for show, he needed Tao to believe nothing bad was going to happen, but Wukong had no idea where they were going and didn't know who or what they were about to deal with.

"You got to be kidding me!" Red Son was awake. "We crash landed on an island and it doesn't even take five minutes to get captured!"

"Quiet!" One of the masked figures shouted. "You invaded our home, caused distress amongst our people with you flying contraption, and now you fill our ears with your shrill voice!"

"EXCUSE ME!?" Red Son shouted even louder.

Mei and MK, who were now awake, were trying not to laugh as Red Son glared at them.

"E-Excuse me," Tang sounded nervous, "but this is all a misunderstanding. P-Please let us explain ourselves."

"We'll have to see what The Chief thinks about that." Another masked figure spoke up.

"We're here," a third figure spoke up, "if you value your freedom, I suggest you don't speak unless spoken too."

Even if the group wanted to speak they couldn't. Hidden by vines was a cave, lanterns were lit up along the cave's walls, revealing paintings, almost mural like, of Wukong during his time before he went on his famous journey. 

"Who are these guys?" Tao turned to Wukong.

"I'm not sure," Wukong's eyes were on the paintings, "and I don't know if it's good that they know me."

The walk through the tunnel seemed endless, but a small flicker of light indicated they were close to their mystery destination. That small flicker soon became brighter with each step, at the end of the tunnel revealed a large dense part of the jungle where bamboo huts hung high and low int the trees connected by ladders and bridges circling the ground and the cave tunnel, the ground was where the crops for vegetables grew as fruit trees surrounded the area and a crystal-clear creek with a waterfall was connected to a watermill. It was a village, a civilization, a home for many, despite the various markings, eye colors and natural hair colors, the people had one thing in common: they were all monkeys.