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[SparrowHawk]

Alright, here we go!

Beginning:

Cola sat on the train patiently as it moved closer towards her destination. She played with the shadow of her hand on the table, making it stand up and down as she waited. The trip was long, she still had a few hours left to go before she arrived at the academy. How was she even selected to go? All she could do was play with shadows, not the best trait in the world, and no where near as exciting as being able to control something like water.

Feeling dizzy from being on the train for so long already, she got up for some water, then retreated back to her seat. I wonder if anyone else on this train is on their way to the academy? She felt desperate in wanting to know. She hated being alone, it was almost like a pet peeve for her. Once back at her seat she took out a deck of cards from her bag and began shuffling. Cola was absolutely bored out of her mind. She set herself up for a game of solitaire and went atter.

Cola couldn't help but look around, she wanted someone to notice her so badly. Wanted someone to just walk up, sit across the table from her and start up a good conversation. she would even let them play a game of cards with her if the seemed decent.

[Epostle]

"So marks the beginning of our days" Braiga said sarcastically as he laid back in the seat of the train with one arm on the back of the seat and the other on an arm rest. He looked out the window to see the beautiful meadow they were passing. It didn't seem comforting to him the slightest. Also Braiga was drinking some orange juice that still had the pulp in it. He didn't particularly care for juices but it was one of the only things that they served on the train that he didn't hate.

After a while of drinking his juice and looking out a window, he got bored, stood up with his juice, and began to walk around a bit. He was going to see if someone interesting was on board this monstrosity known as the train. He finally came upon a girl playing solitaire. He was looking at her particularly odd because it was weird. Why would she be on the train to? Wasn't this a train to take them to an academy?

Either way it didn't matter to him. He walked up to the girl and sat down in front of her propping one of his knees in the air with a hand on it. "Hey," he said non-enthusiastically. He then took a drink of his juice and stretched his neck by rolling it around a little.

[Miss. Bear™]

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[Miss. Bear™]

Izela was admiring the design's on the train. The bright colors were different from the one's she would see every day...They reminded her of home,She was nulled by the memory so she opened her window, even tho the driving instructor told her not too the first time it was too tempting.

The air smelled of spring. She loved spring it was her favorite time of year. But staring at flowers and sniffing air was getting boring so she started too make the flowers move by freezing the water in them. Making it look like they were waving.

[Miss. Bear™]

She melted and froze the flowers for a sway pattern that was in-tune with the music that was playing the the train. You said Silently under her lips. I hope i get too my destination soon this boredom is killing me... i hope it is a nice place...i wonder what kinda people i will meet. Than she thought, what if they don't like me..what if they are evil or something! She freaked out a little but quickly calmed down after chugging down her banana juice

Than she thought. Bananas don't have juice too squeeze? She just starred at the juice box for a while than threw it in the garbage concluding that banana juice must be made from some type of harmful chemicals. She got board and froze one of the lakes nearby, freezing some of the ducks with it..she mummer d a soft oops before closing the window and sitting down with a blank exprestion.

[ravenhairdemon]

Strings opened the window and let the breeze roll in. "Ah, fresh air." he says to himself after taking a deep breath. "I really should continue playing the song..." He takes a sip of his black coffee and returns to his guqin. He cracks his knuckles and begins playing a beautiful melody which fills the train (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvhKTFzQG8Y).

As soon as he finishes his song, he immediately covers his left eye with his hands and bends down. He sits up properly again with his glass eye in his hand. "Damn. Looks dirty. Gotta polish it again." he thinks and proceeds to clean it. He looks at his big bag and thinks for awhile. "I should probably clean all my instruments too. Can't fight with bad sound." and reaches for his guqin.

"This trip's boring. I want to get to the academy now..." he thinks as he continues to clean his instruments. "Ah good. Finally done." He stands up and explores the train. "Cute girl playing solitaire. Blonde pretty boy. A very floral young lady. This academy's gonna be more interesting than I thought." he says in his head. He heads back to his seat and looks out the window. "I wonder what song I should play next?"

[Miss. Bear™]

She sipped down another glass of water, fast and she didn't make a sound because she was enjoying the plesant music. She looked out the window and thought about...strangly...sheep? Why the hell am I thinking of sheep in a time like this?


Than with a stroke of luck a little gray sheep pranced around the feild, She said sighlintly as she watched the sheep under her brethe. "That is the coolest thing ever!" Than from under the gray sheep came two smaller sheep, She thought it must be nice to be a family like that...than she was struck silent ...but quckly calmed herself and payed her attention to the man who was playing music. "That was lovely! Where did you learn to play such an instrument?"

[Zatory-Master]

Zant deux sat on the train that led to his destiny. But truly, he sat on top of the third shuttle of the train. He didn't feel like sitting in a conftarble chair, so he sat with his legs spread on the side and stared at the cloudy sky. "A storm is approaching," he said quietly to himself. He held the rod on his shoulder and let his long white-streaked black hair sway in the wind. He heard singing coming from the shuttle he was sitting upon."Lovely melody'" he thought to himself.

He sat and looked forward. "Hope we're almost there." He,with the melody of the player stuck in his head, began to sing a song he had just made it on the spot." The wind curls around, The ground shakes about, The sky filled with clouds, and the lightning strikes down south..." He continued and and closed his eyes as the clouds gathered around him.

[DuskingMorning]

Jamie sat on the train all by himself, gazing longingly out the window. The wind outside was blowing furiously and, with a snap of his fingers, the wind stopped, leaving an eerie stillness outside. He looked down at the palm of his hand and stared at it, willing the air to move, and with a blink of an eye, a small gust of wind started to form, and soon a tiny handheld tornado formed in his hand. It was nothing dangerous, and it offered Jamie some form of entertainment. He then clenched his hand into a fist and opened it, revealing that the tornado had vanished. He reached into his bag and pulled out a handsome, thick brown leather-bound book that was very worn and opened it. Inside the old book were pages upon pages filled with tiny neat handwriting. The pages had yellowed with age, but this didn't bother Jamie in the slightest. He pulled out a bottle of ink and a feather quill. With the flick of his hand, the bottle of ink was pushed up into the air by a sudden, continuous gust of wind that held the bottle in mid-air. Jamie turned to a fresh page, though it was still yellowed like the other pages, dipped his quill in the bottle of ink, and began to scribble down some words:

As I sit on the train, I find it's rather boring - there is no one to talk to, and I keep finding my mind wandering to memories of her. . . . Her face seems to haunt my mind, and her voice rings clearly in my ears - it feels as if she's sitting right next to me. I wish she was, if only for a moment. . . . I want to see her beautiful complextion, inhale her delicate scent (she always smelled lightly of roses), hold her small frame. . . . See what I mean? Her every detail is fresh in my memory, even though she's long since left my life. I can't seem to forget her, yet I know that there is no use holding on to the hope that she might one day return to me. Yes. . . . I wish she was here with me, but I would do much more than hold her. . . . Oh, yes, much more. I would make her tell me why she left, make her tell me where she went. . . . Make her promise to never leave. I would do things that I cannot even bring myself to write, not even here in my jounal, something I keep strictly private. . . . I desperately want her back, yet I know she'll never return.

Jamie put his quill down on the empty seat beside him and laid the old journal of his on the same chair, open to the entry he just put in, allowing the ink to dry. He re-capped the floating bottle of ink and snapped his fingers, making the gust of wind that had kept the ink bottle hovering in mid-air disappear. He caught the bottle and placed it in his bag, along with the quill, and leaned back in his seat, tilting his head back slightly. He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to drift back to memories of his lost loved one. The haunting memories of the long nights they spent together tainted his brain, making it impossible for him to rest even the slightest bit. He wanted her back, wished she would to return to him. . . . Willed her to return to him. Still, the nagging voice within his heart reminded him that she would never find him, nor would she try to find him, even if she could. Yet, he held onto the small glimmer of hope that she would someday return to him so he could hold her in his arms once more.

[Miss. Bear™]

Izela was humming a soft melody from an Macedonian book of rhymes dating back to unknown times. It is said that there are only a few books left in the region but she got this one...from her mother...she tried not to think of her very much and how she hurt her that day. She had drifted off and desided to sit next to him and question him further about his instrument.