Monachi: Masters of Water and Fire (15 page)

It’s been almost 2 years since we were
sitting on a beach in San Diego, where we devised
the plan to move to Hawaii.

And now, as I was looking out the window
on the plane that was taking us to Hawaii to live,
my stomach was twisted in anticipation of what
the future may bring. Or maybe this feeling was
just my love for flying on an airplane.

I could hear
the high pitched
sound
of
airline
noise, as well
as the sound of heavy
breathing that Tess was making as she lay her
head on my shoulders, with her headphones on,
sleeping intently.

I glanced out the window and saw nothing
but clear blue sky and endless ocean. I couldn’t
help but wonder if some crazy,
“Monachi”
would
suddenly appear out my window; well other than
the one I see reflected though the glass, ha-ha.

Shaking the few pieces of ice that were
melting in the plastic cup they give
you on
airlines, I started to think about the events that
unfolded years ago, back when I was just a 12
year old kid in school, and now I’m 21. Hey 12-21,
that’s weird, can I reverse what happened in the
past, like I can reverse the digits of my age? Just
curious. Would I change anything from the past,
like all the death…or would it happen anyway?
Would that affect the future? A paradox? Where
was I…oh yeah, drifting my thoughts back in
time
without a Tardis.

I don’t know if it’s even called a
Tardis
anymore, they’re changing it so much. Though, I
would try to stand clear of that subject unless one
wants Tess shooting her mouth 1000 mph about
it. Anyways, I
kept looking out the window
thinking about how it wasn’t easy to convince my
mom to help pay for us to get here, so I better
enjoy it.

As the plane began its final descent, I was
once again looking out the window. I recognized
the street we were going to live on. I could tell
because I looked up the earth view online before
we left, and it’s not hard to miss.
There was a
long and winding road that led to a cobblestone
courtyard, with a tall,
sculptured rock water
fountain splitting the
road. Not
far
from
the
fountain, I saw two kids playing in their yard,
looking about 11 or 12.

Something about them, that I just couldn’t
place, seemed very familiar. The girl had long,
bright red hair that I could see from way up here.
The boy’s hair looked like a mix of browns, and
reds, and seemed to shine unusually bright as
well.
Who
knows,
maybe
it
seemed
weird
because we were going to land soon, or that I just
had
‘plane fatigue.’

All of a sudden, a symbol formed in the
clouds. It kinda looked like the water-fire symbol
that I have seen oh, so many times before, yet
with a different elemental pattern. I would’ve
loved to have gotten a second look, but it was
gone. If I had blinked, I might have just missed it
altogether.

What did that mean? Is it a signal? A sign?
A warning? Are there other
Monachi’s
out there?
Like us, but different?