Sundrian Empathizers Part 1
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, except for my OCs Hazel and Talynn, and a few more OCs that will be introduced later.
"What's a fourth wall?" Well, this is actually a rewrite of something I wrote in about the third grade, my first completed story. Hopefully this update of it will have less plot-holes and more logic. Rated M to be safe in later chapters, but most of the story is K or K+, honestly. Prepare for chapters to be short (like my attention span) but updated as regularly as possible.
Introduction - Kids, Don't Try This at Home:
Talynn and I hadn't seen each other in months. For some reason, we had the bright idea to go on a sort of adventure, which we rarely did - we rode our bikes from her dad's new house (where I had driven to) to a convenience store a few miles down the road. On the way back, we decided to walk the bikes through an empty field, a short cut.
"Whoah, where did that come from?" I yelped, stumbling. We stood at the edge of a deep hole that I hadn't noticed before. I knelt down to look at it.
"What's this metal sticking out of - oh," I said, still confused, looking at the rusted metal rods that came from the tunnel.
"Are they…railway tracks? But…the line runs back there. There was never a branch line over here, was there?" Talynn asked.
"I didn't think so, but that's what it looks like. But why would it be in a hole?" I thought out loud.
"Maybe it's a sinkhole, and they didn't know about it? No…it's in the hole, not over it…it can't be a tunnel…" Talynn kicked a small rock into the hole.
"Wait - hold on!" With new insight, I picked up a slightly larger rock and tossed it in. We heard no sound to show it hit the bottom, just as I had thought.
"There wasn't any sound…but, how?" Talynn studied the hole.
"Oh my gosh. Talynn. Do you realize what we just found?" I grinned.
"I…huh? Wait - no, you know it's not that! Hazel. Be serious! You know that's just make-believe!" She argued, understanding my point.
"Says the Hen-Awartha," I wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. "It all adds up! The tracks in the middle of the field, the hole with no bottom…" I shone my phone flashlight into the hole, and saw only more darkness. But it wasn't right: the shadow was too sudden and in the wrong place, like a picture that had been cut off.
"So, if you were right - which you aren't - what do we do?" she asked.
"Just…jump in. I think. There isn't really much information on this, actually," I started to question my theory.
"And if you're wrong, which you are, then we fall into a hole that is somehow so deep that we couldn't even hear something hit the bottom."
"But that's my point, there's no way it could've randomly appeared and be that big on its own, even if it is a sinkhole. I'm going to try it. What about this: I step first, and if I'm not screaming and in excruciating pain in a few seconds, you follow, alright?"
"Suit yourself. But this isn't what you think it is. The stories you wrote in third grade just won't happen, I'm sorry."
"Again, this is coming from a Hen-Awartha. Besides, there's literally an entire movie explaining why this could totally work. We are going to be the new Lily Stones. Trust me. This is an entrance to the Magic Railroad."
I took a deep breath, steeled myself, and stepped out.