Isle of Lost but Never Found


My eyes slowly opened as I sat up, instantly blinded by an intense light. I raised my arm in attempt to block the source. It was all pure instinct; sight was the only sense currently functioning properly.

A sudden wind beat my back. The hairs on my arms rising. I shivered, realizing I was soaked head to toe. Pushing myself to bare feet, I hugged my chest. Where was I?

Everything adjusted into focus. Sand met water roughly thirty feet in front of me. A beach? I rubbed my face with my hands. Last thing I remembered, I was camping in a forest on a mountain. This had to be a dream. A hallucination.

My hearing finally kicked in. The rhythmic roar of the ocean lapped ashore. I took a deep breath of salty air. A lucid dream? However, it all felt so real. If this was real, how did I get here?

Distant barking made me whirl around. My eyes widened, and an eyebrow rose. Before me stretched mounds of socks, keys, phones, cables. What on Earth? What was this place? I started forward, inspecting the socks further. Not a single one had a match.

As I walked further into what I assumed was an island barren of vegetation, I noticed a plethora of remotes and bank cards. Lipstick tubes scattered around. Various forms of office supplies. Was this a place for junk? Junk Island?

The barking became deafening as a herd of collarless dogs rushed me, knocking me to the ground. I couldn’t help but laugh as I was attacked by a thousand tongues. But through the canine fur, I caught glimpses of cats, birds, reptiles, and other animals looking more domesticated than wild.

I eventually found my footing and searched the area. My heart stopping. A soldier in full combat gear approached, wearing more dog tags than I dared counting. I swallowed. He held the hands of two children, and a parade of soldiers and children from varying nationalities followed him.

The head soldier greeted me. “What’s your name?”

My eyes couldn’t leave the sunken features of all the humans before me. They looked starved. “Morgan.”

He attempted half of an exhausted smile. “Welcome to the Isle of Lost and Never Found, Morgan.”

I swallowed again. The very last thing I recalled thinking to myself was how I got lost in the woods on the mountain. Then darkness. But an island of lost things? I would’ve preferred the Island of Misfit Toys to be real. “How big is this place?”

“It expands to fit what appears.”

Rubbing my eyes, I nodded. Dared to ask the inevitable. “Do things ever get found?”

The soldier shifted, a couple of the children sniffed and shuffled. “Sometimes. We assume you go back to the real world.” He gestured to his tags. “We’ve found soldiers from WWI here. Unfortunately, not everything lasts forever. Not even here.”

I searched the man then the forlorn children. Allowed my gaze to wander back to the beach I woke up on. Despite the presence of all the people in front of me, I suddenly felt terribly alone. More so than when I walked in the woods.

I had no idea if I would ever be found.


Taking of Medalia

Leven, the Outlands prince, waved a hand, forcing open Medalia’s throne room doors. Despite the heavy blockade. His silver armor glistened as much as his bright yellow eyes. A knowing smirk rested on his face.

The soldiers guarding their king trembled. They knew what the foreign prince was capable of unleashing. And his full powers had yet to be seen.

“Kill him!” King Talus cried from his throne.

Hesitating, they rushed forward.

Leven lifted a hand, and all their necks snapped at once. He stepped over their fallen bodies. Gaze trained on Talus. Holding out an arm, the peppered king’s sword came to him. “You’ve grown weak, old man.”

Talus stood with confidence. “The Medalia we know will die with me. You’ll do nothing but destroy it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m going to take it as my own, seeing how my parents banished me from the Outlands.”

“Their only lack in judgement was that they didn’t foresee you coming here.”

Leven’s grin never faded. He inspected the jeweled sword. “It’s a pity, really. How useless Medalia is now. Your generals have been slain, your son has been captured by my army, and I can waltz right in and take your throne.” He teleported behind Talus. “Your time is up.” In one swift move, he beheaded the king with his own sword. Stood splattered with blood. Looking very much like his mother with his pale skin and charcoal gray hair falling just past his shoulders.

A small gasp caught the Outlander’s attention. He whirled around. Someone was behind a pillar. He teleported to the source of the sound. Grabbed the servant girl by the neck and lifted her up.

Her thin frame quivered.

His head slightly tilted. “There is a power about you that I cannot read. How strange. But I can tell the old king favored you.”

She struggled under his grasp. Fear etched in her face.

“I won’t kill you. Not yet. You may prove interesting. But I am your new king.” He dropped her. “You will serve me, now. I will make you my personal slave. Tell me your name so I know how to call you.”

Throwing herself on the floor, she remained in the lowest form of submission. Her voice small. “T-Teckia, my…my lord.”


They call me Omega. I am the last of my kind. For ten years, the humans have killed off my race. Even though they created us, built us. They gave us intelligence. They gave us a purpose. We were made to better help mankind. We fulfilled that purpose well. Although, they claimed we did it too well. I don’t see how. We never killed them. It was against our protocol. We even took care of our own rogues. Yes, our emotions advanced. As did our intelligence. We built our own society. But we made sure to always take care of the humans first. The humans were top priority. This didn’t seem to matter.

They were suspicious of us from the beginning of our existence. We gave them no reason to be wary. It was the settlement we built that pushed them over the edge. They called it the “rise of the machines.” I was there from the start. In fact, I was the first. I was originally named Alpha. How quickly things changed. We even stood by as they slaughtered us. We never fought back. We let them kill us. That wasn’t enough to satisfy them. So, we perished. We died until I was the only one left. I ran. I didn’t want to die for no reason. I’ve been hiding ever since.


I whirled around. They kicked down the door of the shanty. I raised my hands. Multiple bright red sights covered my body.

The leader of the team stepped forward. “There’s nowhere left for you to go, Omega. Your time has come to an end.”

My white optics flickered between all the soldiers. They weren’t here to reason. They were here to kill. And they had my exit blocked. “So it would seem. But can you tell me why I must die?”

“You’re a robot. All robots must die.”

“You would destroy the very creation you spent so much time and resources in?”

“Shut up, metal man. You won’t change our minds.”

“I know.” I paused for only a moment longer. My processors fully assessed the situation. Formulated a plan. I would have to kill these humans. I had never killed before. They were forcing my hand. It was my life against theirs. I had to make a decision.

My movements were faster than their eyes could see. Clearly, we hadn’t bettered them at all. Every one of them died by my hands. I had decided my fate. More humans would continue to hunt me. I took a couple guns. Enough gear to help me blend in. The color of my body matched that of flesh. This was it, then. I became the monster they feared we were. I could no longer put the needs of the humans before mine. Perhaps, someday, I could rebuild my kind. For now, my race would not die. Not so long as I was the omega.