The Collision (Sequel to The Division)

Chapter 1 (Autumn)

I was confused.

I guess it was natural based on all of the things that happened to me during the last few days.

One, I found out the Director is actually Queen Azalea. Two, I met a Diamond Sailor who happened to save my life from the friend that I saved not too long ago. Three, Queen Nichole barged in upset that we didn't invite her to this unnecessary party. Four, Time shows up warning us about the threat. And finally, the threat climbs out of the ground singing the opening to The Lion King.

What the actual heck was going on with my brain right now?

I was having a hard time picking out what was reality, or maybe I was just having a really hard time grasping it.

River is the first to speak, "And you are?"

"Oh. How silly of me. I made a grand entrance and forgot the flashing sign that has my name on it. I am Zayin Marth from The United States of America."

"You're who from where now?" I say raising an eyebrow at him.

"Zayin from America. Please tell me you guys have heard of America?"

"Is that like a province or something?" River asks clearly as confused as the rest of us.

"No, it's not a province, it's a country, Full of Americans. You know, the ones that the rest of the world doesn't understand?"

"So what are you doing here then?" Nichole questions, clearly becoming annoyed.

"Well, the United States government has been trying to figure out why the disappearances of all of our planes and boats are happening in this particular section of the Atlantic Ocean."

"Planes and boats?" I ask turning to Nichole, "Don't you have to deal with a lot of those daily?"

"Yeah." She responds raising an eyebrow. "We see at least one of those every day. It's standard procedure to shoot those down if they come close to the island. We've done it for centuries now."

"You see?" I say turning back to Zayin, "No harm, no foul."

"No harm? You're the reason all of those things went missing!"

We all pause and look at each other, thinking about what he just said.

"Ooooooh." We sigh collectively after a few seconds.

"Whoops." I say.

"My bad." Nichole adds.

"My bad?" Zayin repeats, clearly becoming agitated with us, "You're the reason hundreds of lives have been lost! Do you have any idea what you're doing?"

"Um, not to the extent that you do." I say.

"So is that all you came here to say?" River demands, "Cause if so then you can leave now. I kind of want to go home."

"Oh, no you're not going anywhere." He snarls and with a snap of his finger, a dark fog encompasses the area around us. "Now, as I was saying. This area in particular is rather hard to get to throughout the year, seeing as whenever we try to, our signals go bad and we lose our sense of direction. In America, we call this place The Bermuda Triangle-,"

Now this guy was talking about triangles. Does he want my brain to explode?

"What the heck is The Bermuda Triangle?" Nichole asks as if reading my mind.

Zayin pinches the bridge of his nose. "It's not important. As I was saying, this time it seemed a lot easier to make it to the island. It was as if the force that messed with our signals somehow disappeared."