Pyromaniac meets Hydromaniac.
It was a revelation to discover that my own planet habited more than just my kind. I had read as a young child, myths of hostile species that were much like us, but entirely different.
My kind emulates water, and ice. The kinds we have yet to uncover facts on, can emulate Fire and Air. My sort has also heard of earth dwellers. Some of which use the earth, and most know nothing of their abilities.
This had all been called fiction until quite recently. A group of scientists decided to leave the comforts of the water, and venture out to discover the facts we’d been craving. My family were completely against the investigations above our homeland. I however, found the idea completely thrilling, and the idea of other life entirely bemused me.
“The suggestion of other life is completely preposterous. Just because there is land above us, it needn’t suggest other beings.” My father says, while biting into a vile concoction, made with mixed dinners of previous nights. I exhale noisily at the inexperience my family seems to possess, and trail my finger in the pattern of the marble table.
“We exist, don’t we? Why can’t others?” My innocent little sister Acadia, asks graciously, somewhat unaware of the defence she was creating in our father. He dishes out another spoonful of the meal and munches on it loudly; chewing out any tensions he has before answering his little princess bitterly.
“I give up; the both of you ought to stay quiet about this. The minister is filling your heads with nonsense and you should remember that.” He heaves at the suggestion he and my mother could be wrong, and I bite my cheek out of spite. I gaze at his facial expression as he pushes his bowl towards me, then motions towards the sink. I see the anger he originally possessed has passed and he has calmed down. He pushes back from the table and walks out the room. Humming a song I’ve never heard of.
I roll my eyes and pick up his bowl, along with Acadia’s and throw them in the sink, splashing the water onto my top and cursing under my breath. I watch Acadia move beside me and grab her bowl back, while taking a tacky pink sponge. She looks up at me with her full blue eyes, full of wonderment. We stand in silence as we clean the dishes until they are sparkling. Just as he forces.
“River, do you think there are any people up there?” She points upwards, gesturing above the waves of the water. With a shrug of my shoulders she leaves the room unsatisfied, but amusingly with a joyful giggle.
I stare out of the triangular window above the sink and notice a new movement from the house across the street.
A swarm of inconsolable faces standing outside, holding a blue coffin. I remember reading in the newspapers that Henry Arvin, a famous scientist in my dome had died as part of the explorations above water.
I had spoken with his wife Agua. I was craving information about the surface, and Agua seemed to be the only person who’d tell me something. I had...