Trinity Island [THE RETELLING]

DAY 1: JORDAN

I woke up to the feeling of the sun bearing down on my face. I opened my eyes and blinked. After what felt like months of falling through the void, my eyes weren't used to brightness. I moved my sunglasses up my nose and blinked violently a few more times. The world started coming into focus.

I could smell salt and hear the faint lapping of water at the shore. The ground felt loose, as if no one had ever been there before to pack it and farm it. I could see that I was on a small island. I counted one sheep, two trees, three wolves, and one lonely looking pig. I stood up, stumbling a bit. All that time in the void left my muscles a little unused. I brushed the sand and dirt off of me and got a better look. Was I alone here? For a moment, I had the terrible thought that my friends hadn't made it through with me; that they were stranded in similar situations in separate galaxies. Then, I heard a familiar voice.

"Guys? Where are ya? Am I the only one on this damn island?" It was Tom.

"Over here!" I yelled. I looked around and saw him, facing the opposite direction of me.

"Jordan? That you?" Tom called, looking around for the source of the voice (spoiler alert: it was me. I was the voice.)

"I'm right here!" I yelled again. This time, Tom turned around to see me.

"Jordan!" He started running towards me. I saw a wide grin on his zombie face. He captured me in a tight hug, over as quickly as it began. I examined him. His suit, thought crumpled and sort of threadbare, still made him look as fine as ever.

"I was starting to think I had this whole place to myself!" he joked. I smiled.

"Have you seen the others?"

"We're over here!" cried a female voice. I saw Sonja rising on top of a hill, looking tan and wobbly. She gave herself a dog-like shake, sending sand flying.

"Eyyyy, Sonja!" Tom walked over to embrace her, too.

"Where's Tucker?" I asked her.

"Uhhh, I don't know," Sonja said, doubt in her voice. We all looked around for our other friend, but there was no sign of him. I could see worry start to creep onto Sonja and Tom's faces.

"Tucker?"

"Tucker! Where are ya, mate?"

Suddenly, we heard a large amount of swearing and gasping. We saw Tucker, hunched over on the beach, soaking wet.

"Tucker! There you are!" We hurried towards him.

"What's the matter? What 'appened? Tom asked him.

"I NEARLY JUST DROWNED, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!" he exclaimed. "Goddammit! God, that could have been the end of me. I nearly lost my hat." He slapped his cap onto his head, shaking slightly. His captain's uniform that he won in another universe was dripping wet, so maybe that's why he was shaking. Sonja put her arms around him comfortingly.

"Well... are you alright now?" I asked him hesitantly

"Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm good now." He took a deep breath and stood up like nothing happened.

"So! What are we doing here?"

"Surviving, I suppose," I responded.

"Wait!" Tom shouted, digging in his pockets. "I had a vision while we were in the void that I would receive some tasks that we'd have to complete, and once we do, we would win, sort of."

He triumphantly pulled out a piece of paper. "Aha!" He squinted at it, possibly trying to remember how to read. " 'Dearest champions; In order to get off this godforsaken island, you must defeat the three mega challenges that this world has to offer you; the End Dragon, the Wither, and the Guardians."