“He had to,” Mrs Trillian said vehemently, “Otherwise, none of this makes any sense. We must now press on with our other concern. This evil entity, my amulet is screaming that it is close by, very close.”
“Your amulet?” Angus raised an eyebrow. An enchanted amulet? Angus stared at the hammer shaped carved bone that's studded with jewels, on Mrs Trillian’s wrinkled neck with awe. I always thought that's just for decoration. An enchanted amulet is not common, usually most have survived from the age of warlock.
“It is a protection from evil amulet,” Mrs Trillian put her hand on it, and hold it to Angus to see, “I can sense of evil creatures or evil intension from people. I can feel of it closing, by the variation of coldness from this Amulet to my skin. ”
Her word brushed a chilling feeling on Angus’s skin, he shuddered away the thought and asked, "What's our plan to deal with it?"
“We shall do a standard sweep Angus. We will go out into the connecting corridor of this carriage. You will take the left and I take the right,” Mrs Trillian growled, and she whipped her wand out, “We will also sweep through each suite in the carriage, until we reach the ends of the corridor.”
“He said this shadow, or whatever it is, is immune to magic. Should we trust his information?” Angus asked anxiously.
“I will believe it, when I see it,” Mrs Trillian replied skeptically.
“True, but he wouldn’t say it without reasons,” Angus said uneasily. Sometimes she can be arrogant, I need to remind her.
“What about spells like fire or ice? Elemental damage?” she replied skeptically again, “Look Angus, we can’t just believe it is invulnerable. Otherwise, why would we fight it? We need think positively that it can be beaten.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Angus replied with steely conviction. This is just like the old days again, when my commanding officer have just infected me with his confidence. From an order he has given to me in person.
With a purpose, and the reminisce of the military discipline drilled into him from his younger day. Angus then treated his walking stick like a rifle. Ready to go out and do battle.
Mrs Trillian did the same, by having of her wand dipped into another pouch and coated it with fine purple powders.
When they were ready, Mrs Trillian silently motioned Angus to slide the metal door to their train compartment open.
Confident, with his heart beating fast and ready. Creeaakkk. Angus did the opening of the door slowly. Then after, he’s the first to go into the breach, and into the darken corridor.
With his walking stick ready, Angus felt like he’s armed with something. He has a spell ready in mind to cast, a spell that would encase of whatever evil coming for them, in a block of ice.
He steps into the narrow and dusky confine, while Mrs Trillian was following from behind. Then, with their backs were facing toward the other, they then begin of their methodological sweep.
While they were conducting of their probe. Inch by inch, with their darting wide eyes, keen smell, sensitive touch and vigilant hearing. As the minutes goes by, the only disturbance they did find, was the constant thud, thud sound the carriage was making, with the occasional ear-splitting screeching sound, when the metal wheels of the train connect with the steel track harshly.
However, the dimmed lights didn't deter them, nor was the howling cold air from the outside. Eventually, their careful and cautious search did not yield of any secrets, when they got to the end of their share in the corridor.
After their fruitless search, Mrs Trillian signaled Angus to regroup hurriedly back in their suite. In case the evil has only distracted them and come for Margaret and the kids.
When they got back to their private suite, to their relief, it was just as they had left it.
“Nothing! it’s like Tiberius has vanished into thin air! Unless he went to the next carriage, it’s like he never-”
“Angus, I get the picture,” said Mrs Trillian, while holding out her hand to stop Angus in mid-sentence.
They were both agitated and flustered, with their confidence taken a beating from the lack of results. For both were now fearing, they have a much more dangerous and cunning enemy, they are dealing with.
“My amulet is still singing its closing presence. Maybe right on top of us,” Mrs Trillian replied, with a shaky voice.
“What shall we do now?” Angus panicked.
“I believe the best course of action, is to wait, but be ready..for anything,” she said grimly.
They were both terrified. For Angus, he felt like he's a condemned man waiting for the seconds to tick by before of his execution. It's the waiting that's the hardest, it is making him moody and impatient.
Soon, the seconds and minutes ticked by.
Just when the simmering tension in them were being washed away by the water of weariness.
A sudden loud clang was heard. Enough to shake the little private suite of theirs and jolted them back to their alertness again.
“It is here,” Angus saw Mrs Trillian looked up. He felt a sudden fresh load of Fear shooting up into his head.
The horrible metal punching sound was made at first, from the engine end of the carriage, then it continued onto their section of the carriage.
They both kept looking up, to the direction of where the sound was coming from.
CLANG! GLANG! CLANG!
For each time the sound was made, was like a nail of fear riveting into their heart, or a drip of cold icy water down on their spine.
Finally, when the evil finally reached the private suite above of their carriage. They saw of holes were being punched, on the ceiling of their compartment, like bullet holes.
They also saw of the gleaming sharpness, from the pointy ends of the claws, belonging to the evil.
The private suite is now silent as a tomb, saved for the whistling sound of cold air, entering through the holes that the evil has made.
CLANG! GLANG! CLANG! It went there and here, until it stopped directly above them.
Mrs Trillian then aimed of her wand, to the metal ceiling. While Angus was tensely looking at her.
So calm and cool, like she had done this many time, Angus though admiringly
Mrs Trillian put a finger from her free hand, to her nose and mouth, while giving Angus the “be quiet” gesture. Then, her finger points to the roof, to where the creature still is.
After, she finished her silent hand language to Angus, with a fist opening out.
She wants me to use a firebolt spell, with hers. Angus blinked and nodded. Within of him, his adrenaline was pumping into his body like mad.
Then, Mrs Trillian counted silently again, one, two with her hand. The creature, thankfully, still hasn’t moved from where it was, evidenced by it’s claws, sticking through the ceiling.
Angus then said out softly, “TelumIgnis”
While Angus was holding the pointy end of his walking stick. The knobby hand-held end was aimed to where the evil was. He also saw Mrs Trillian doing the same, with her wand.
Two orange comets soon shot out, like bullets, BANG! They punched two fist size holes through the metal roof.
“WARRAGGGGHH”
The creature then gave an inhuman scream. Loud enough for them to cover their ears, so to protect their hurting ear drums. The four sets of claws soon disappeared, leaving only empty holes with moonlight poking through.
Angus’ hope shot up, maybe we have mortally wounded it. He then felt Mrs Trillian having her hand resting on his shoulder, with her firm steely gaze silently telling him not to get too excited.
They then waited anxiously, ready and prepare for any response from the creature. However, there’s only the eerie and unsettling silence that greeted them instead.
Finally, after a few minutes, Angus dare of himself to ask, “Did we get it?”
“I personally doubt it is that easy,” Mrs Trillian replied grimly, “To be sure, we need to go up the roof and check. We also should sweep the corridor like we did before, and then we meet up on the roof.”
“Yes, Mrs Trillian, but what about the kids and Margaret? We can’t leave them unguarded like before,” Angus asked worriedly.
“If we don’t follow my plan, we may not find it,” Mrs Trillian replied sternly, “Unless you have a better idea?”
She always does things the methodical way. Sometimes, you have to take the risk to get the reward quicker, Angus thought to himself with frustration. Personally, he wants to get this and over with. His beating heart and adrenaline was getting too much for him.
“I think we should blast a hole on the roof and check it out,” Angus offered.
Mrs Trillian entertained of Angus’ idea for a few seconds, before replying.
“If you want to do it that way, we need do it in the next suite.”
Angus’ heart jump with delight, excited that she’s accommodating to his plan.
"Yes Ma'am," Angus nodded excitedly. That’s why I like her, if she sees a better plan, she will accommodate it. It was why she’s a respected opponent back in the war. Unlike some pigheaded and prideful commander, “And we shall find our answers quickly without needing to worry about Marge and the kids.”
“I pray you are right Angus, come on,” Mrs Trillian replied coldly, Angus sense of her unhappiness with the sudden change of plan. Angus feared that if it goes wrong, he’s to blame for such a risky move.
They then moved to the empty suite next to them, and they saw of holes above in the ceiling. Moonlights are pouring through like bars of silver light, onto the carpeted floor.
“For a hole to be blasted above,” Mrs Trillian snapped, “I am going to use a more potent version of my firebolt. Angus, you get yourself ready with a Feather spell. When you get up there, shoot at anything that moves.”
“Yes Ma’am!” Angus replied vehemently. Hoping his eagerness could offset the disgruntled mood in her.
Mrs Trillian then powdered her wand with a thick coating of brown powders, before aiming to the ceiling of the carriage with her wand.
“Ready Angus?” she asked.
“PlumaRuinam!” Angus cried, with his walking stick pointing toward at himself.
After, Angus felt of something cold and vampiric just drained through his mind. Enough to make him a little tired and his eyes fluttered for a second. The knobby end of his walking stick then flashed of a blue comet, before it washed all over him. A second later, he felt so light and fluffy. He could remain afloat, if he jumped.
Angus shook his head, every time, when I cast a spell, this drain. I envy her.
“Watch it Angus,” Mrs Trillian braced of herself.
BAMN!
An orange meteor smashed a large hole on the metal ceiling. Urgh, Angus grimaced, while shielding of his eyes with his forearm from the metal debris raining down.
“Come on Angus, I will nudge you up!” Mrs Trillian said sharply.
Since it was my plan, so I should go first by right. Angus said to himself nervously. Even though his heart was beating rapidly from his anxiety, but he has to steel of himself. I have to protect my family. They come first before me.
The hole, it was barely wide enough for him to squeeze through. Angus, now light as a feather, he floats like a jellyfish in water, while Mrs Trillian was pushing and nudging him.
Angus heard of the howling and felt the cold, from the wind, whipping passed above the hole. Its speed, was forced by the charging train.
I suppose this was how the creature had kept of its balance against the wind, with its claws making holes on the metal skin of the train. Angus thought to himself grimly, while he’s floating up through the hole. He had to take extra care, because of the hole’s razor sharp edges.
While his body was half way through the hole. He felt a wall of wind smashing into him. The coldness from it was terrific. However, the first thing he did when he was up, was his walking stick ready for anything.
However, all he saw, was the darkness of the night, and the departing scenery of the country side, that the train was speeding passed.
“I don’t see of it anywhere!” Angus said nervously, while looking down at Mrs Trillian through the gaps in the perimeter, from the hole he’s half way through.
“Just follow the holes that it made on the roof, it should lead us to where it is,” Mrs Trillian yelled, “I will come up and join you shortly.”
Angus could only nod at her nervously.
While braving of the cold wind blasting at him. Angus forced of himself to climb out and over on the roof. He has to be very careful not to slip, because of the wind’s pushing force.
There are holes everywhere! Angus found to his surprise, Where do I start to follow of where it went? Maybe I should follow those that leads to the end of the carriage. The trails goes there, after the holes from the firebolts.
Using his walking stick as an aid, Angus slowly and meticulously moved away from the hole he came out and then to the tail end of the carriage. His feet were cold, not just from his anxiety but with his balance while walking above. A few times, he has to resort to crawling on the roof, when he almost lost his balance.
For every inch he searched, while following the trail of hand shape indented holes. Angus has his walking stick ready and pointing like a gun. His eyes were wide with alert with his adrenaline pumping, also his tension was nagging him like mad.
Eventually, when Angus got to the tail end of the train. Disappointingly, but to his relief, he found the trail has gone cold.
Where could it have gone? Angus asked of himself frustratingly.
He then saw Mrs Trillian’s head poked out from the hole. While standing at the tail end of the carriage. He shook his head at her, telling her of the outcome.
Angus saw the confounded expression on her face, and she then signaled him to come back to their suite. However, she wanted of him to come back through the backdoor of the carriage. This made sense to Angus. He’s cold and he doesn’t want to keep braving of himself toward at the vampiric wind.
While coming through from the back door of the carriage. Angus felt more frustrated than afraid. He’s tired of this hide and seek game, the creature is playing with them. Angry, because of his impatience and the lousy night he’s been having.
Then, when he’s inside the narrow and dark connecting corridor. He suddenly heard of a crack sound.
The door from one of the suite slid open suddenly, with a tortured, metal grinding noise.
It was not from the suite with his family and he though maybe it’s Mrs Trillian came out from the one she made the hole.However, instead, he found to his surprise, was Tiberius. He came out through the door and into the corridor, before confronting Angus.
What the? What is he playing at? Angus blinked in confusion. He’s gone earlier, we didn’t find him while we were searching the train before. Now he’s back?
However, the facial expression of Tiberius is white as sheet. Looking like that of a dead man, or a zombie.
Something isn’t right, Angus felt like a sudden shower of cold water had rained on him. His skin was tingling with fear. While Tiberius was moving like a zombie closer to him. The slow-moving animated posture, with his hands hanging down like he has no energy to pick them up.
“Tiberius, what in Krono’s name are you playing at?” Angus finally asked, looking worried and uneased.
His words, instead of getting a reply back, it triggered a transforming effect on Tiberius.
What the? He's changing! Skin is an obsidian colour..with..with... hands and feet, ends with wickedly sharp claws. By Kronos! its face. it has no eyes or nose, but just utter blackness!
“So, you saw him did you? This Tiberius,” its small mouth hissed out.
Suddenly, it pushes with both its hands, against the narrow walls of the corridor. It's claws, like knives dug into metal. It then made a horrible, metal scratching noise, like sharp ice was dragged across in Angus' heart.
Now, the creature was coming closer toward at Angus. Seeing it coming, Angus instinctively retreated back to the backdoor of the carriage.
Bloody heck, this is not what I expected! What the heck is this thing? Angus panicked, with his heart pounding fast in his ribcage.
Suddenly, from the behind of the creature, Angus saw Mrs Trillian came out from the suite that he and her went in before, with the hole they had made earlier.
Now, her wand was pointing at it from its behind. Mrs Trillian’s expression was grim and cold, while she’s ready to fire off a spell at it.
A multi-color meteor soon shot out from her wand. It is a very powerful spell, by the intensity of its color. Angus' hopeful mind shouted gleefully. He has unintentionally played the part of being the distraction pretty well. Now, he’s about to be saved by his mother-in-law. Angus sighed with relief and joy, feeling a bit relaxed from his rapidly pounding pulse.
Soon, a heart-rending howl echoed the corridor, loud enough to compare to that of a gun being fired. When the spell hits the creature in the back.
Instead of the sudden end or death, like Angus had hoped. His relief would come crashing down, with his fear rocket up again into his brain.
Although the creature has taken the blunt of the spell, however, it seems unharmed.
"What the! That spell could have turn it into stone!" Mrs Trillian exclaimed with shock and surprise.
Now, its angry. Instead of confronting Angus like before, it turned around and faced her.
I got to do something! Angus cried to himself urgently. Can't shoot a fire ball, the explosion will harm us all. Got to use a lightning base spell.
"Fulgur pugnus!" Angus screamed out. His face was intense, for it was a very powerful and mind draining spell.
By pointing the knobby end of his walking stick at the creature’s back. Angus then saw of a cobalt blue lightning bolt shot out a second later, and the forking branch of pure hot energy struck the back of the creature. However, the spell also makes the sound of a lightning, like one birth in a dark stormy sky. BOOM! The ear-splitting sound later echoed through the narrow corridor later.
The spell, which it could have split of anything in half and even incinerate. It didn’t even faze the creature, except for the back of its cloak, which was burnt with a huge blacken hole.
"What the?" Angus cried out in despair and fear. It is not even bloody hurt! How am I supposed to kill it!
It turned around and confronted Angus. Then, it made a horrible shrieking hiss. At seeing the shark like obsidian teeth in its small mouth, while its hissing. Angus’ heart stopped cold.
What the heck is this thing? Angus asked with his pulse racing and anxiety shouting in disbelief. The lightning bolt was my most powerful spell.
Before it could make a move, suddenly, an ice blue meteor slammed into its back. Now it was encased in ice! Looking like a frozen statue, under a layer of cold, misting ice.
“Bravo Mrs Trillian!” Angus exclaimed in excitement, at least something work!
“Angus! I have only brought us some time! Look at the ice, it is cracking!” Mrs Trillian shouted at him, “One of us has to lead us away from here.”
Angus felt his throat tighten. It was not something Angus wished he had heard. It's like in a war, where someone has to sacrifice himself for the greater good. This is not a war, but knowing what she’s requesting might be a one-way deal. Angus was not so keen at getting badly wounded or end up dead tonight.
“But we are making an effort at containing it!” Angus offered desperately. His mind was swamped by his extreme reluctance, of becoming a distraction again.
“We are kidding ourselves! You used a lightning bolt and I had used a Petrified Spell on it. You have to lead it away from here!” Mrs Trillian urged.
“I will do it,” Angus forced of himself to reply, “But I might not come back.”
Angus had faced death before, but every time, he got lucky. He prayed he would again this time. However, for a man to face death, it's not for the faint hearted. I hope I get the chance to see the next day, or Titus grows up.
Angus would like to cry, like to be a coward and run away. However, sometimes you have to be a man and die righteously, for what he’s defending.
Suddenly, BRACK! It broke free from its icy prison. HEERRRRR! It hissed again. Now, it is angry and wet.
It turned around, with its back facing at Angus again, with its claws ready to carve Mrs Trillian into mincemeat.
She's busy powdering for her next spell. Angus knew, that she won’t be able to cast it in time. Her eyes were wide, but she’s ready, like a warrior, ready to give her life for the cause.
If she can do it, so can I. Angus shout silently, now with all his doubts of dying thrown to the wind.
"OVERHERE YOU FREAK! I AM HERE!" Angus yelled, and he shouted again, "Fulgur pugnus!"
The narrow corridor turned brightly cobalt blue again, before the forking bolt smashed into it.
BOOM!!! Again, the echoing after sound vibrates the carriage.
I got its attention! Angus blood ran cold. This time, it didn’t even shriek!
Run! Run! His heart screamed for him to move of his fear stricken frozen body.
Without looking at it, Angus ran for the rear door at the back of the train carriage behind him in the corridor.
Angus hurriedly kicked the door wide open, before charging out into the darkness of the night. As soon as he’s out, he then climbed the metal ladder next to him, leading to the roof of the train carriage.
Braving the cold and the heavy wind made by the speeding train. The Whistling sound reminded Angus of the precarious position he would be in, while standing on the roof of the train.
Just as soon as he got to the roof, CLANG! He saw the metal roof in front of him opened up like a metal flower, with its hideous head popping out.
Angus paused for a second. He has to fight his own inner battle to overcome his now dominating anxiety vs his courage. If he can open up metal like that, what chance do I stand? However, his courage yelled to him, Jump! and get to the other side if you want to live! You want to lived right? You have to fight it!
Ignoring the creature, Angus made his jump. While in doing so, in the one second that he’s airborne to the other side, the creature made a wild grab at him. Its claw only missing him by inches!
Angus ran, he ran without looking back, uncaring of his balance or the rushing force of the wind.
CLANG! CLANG! He heard the similar metal punching sound the creature made before. It is chasing after him.
The strategy worked, I am leading it away from the family. I hope to Kronos Mrs Trillian has a plan to save me. Angus said to himself desperately.
Angus kept on running. In the distance he ran, he had to jump the gaps of train carriages. He tried to put as much distance as he could, between it and him. Angus didn’t look back, he’s too scare to do it.
Soon, he’s huffing and puffing. He’s not fit for a long-distance chase. His spells from earlier has also sapped some of his mental concentration. Unfortunately, the evil was getting closer and louder from behind him. He could hear it, from the sound it was making. CLANG! CLANG!
I am not going to out run it. Angus grimaced, with a panicking heart. Damn it! With all this running, I just don’t have the time for a spell to enhance my speed.
Now, Angus is facing of another problem. He will soon run out of carriages in front of him. I need to do something. Running is not enough. On top of that, he’s exhausted from his running and short of stamina.
His desperate mind soon latched on to another strategy. If I can't kill it, perhaps I can knock it off the train. Grabbing on to that shred of hope, a chance of survival he can’t let go. With his walking stick ready, Angus turned around.
The next second, he saw to his amazement, the creature had left a trail of damage and devastation during the chase, like the steel roof from the train carriages behind him are just papers with all the holes and dents.
And..the freaking creature was right behind him and not a meter away.
“YEEEARRCCK,” it made a shrieking, hissing cry. Its horrid cry pierced through the howl of the speeding wind and the rumbling of the train.
Before Angus could do of anything else, the creature has its claw like hands lunged around of Angus' throat.
Angus tries to make a sound, but his constricted throat were only able to make a urrgghh..noise. Before he’s slammed hard against the metal curved roof on the train’s carriages.
Then, its hideous face was almost an inch away from his.
“You are not him, yet the scent is familiar. Where is he?” it hissed right in front of Angus’ nose.
Its mouth, Angus grimaced with fear and disgust. Its obsidian teeth are hideously sharp, upon from close up point of view, Angus now could see of rows upon rows, behind the front row it has. Razor sharp and gleaming, because of the moonlight's illumination from above.
“W-w-who-o?” Angus managed to stammer out his question. This creature is not stupid. It is smart enough to talk, sentient like us.
“The man, whom was here before,” it hissed, “Who goes by Tiberius. WHERE IS HE?”
“He's g-ga-ga-gone,” Angus stammered again. As hard as he tried, to break of the steel grip that the creature has around of his neck with one of his hand. Angus felt his effort was like him helplessly pushing against a wall.
“LIAR!” the creature screamed out and bellowed.
Come on, keep looking at my face, Angus said desperately with his eyes wide. While he's moving with his other hand stealthily, together with his walking stick, to beneath of where its chest is.
“I can smell he is here, he was in the room before! SO WHERE IS HE?” it yelled at Angus again, “You acknowledge you saw him. His scent is strong on you. WHERE!”
“Repello! ” Angus managed to finally blurted out.
The air, in between of the creature and Angus suddenly thickens and BAM! It exploded, powerful enough to blast the creature away and into the air. Luckily, Angus' surprise attack on it, has caused it to lose of its grip around on Angus neck.
With its hands and legs trashing and moving desperately for something to cling onto, while in mid-air. Angus smiled with extreme relief, in the hope that it could be thrown off the train.
Unfortunately, his hope crashed, before it could rocket up high. He heartstoppingly watched it about to fall off the side of the train carriage. However, it was able to use of its wickedly sharp claws to latched onto the side of the carriage.
The metallic screeching sound it made while in doing so, was ear splitting and horrible. After, with its supernatural strength, it was able to climb back up on the top of the train again.
Angus, in desperation, he pointed his walking stick at it again, and this time he cried, “Ignis Sphera”
A ball of fire shot out from the knobby end of his walking stick. The fireball hits the creature dead centre in its chest a few seconds later.
“YEEEARRCCK,” Angus' heard of its painful earsplitting cry.
It is on fire! It is burning! Angus’ heart cried ecstatically! However, instead of it burning to its death. While shrouding in flames, it laughed eerily at Angus. It laughed.
“YEARRRACCAAHHH,” the sound it made, it seems like it is laughing. It is not in pain. Angus said to himself nervously.
The rushing wind, soon blew away the flame on it. While it is closing in, on a panic-stricken Angus.
It then smiled and said, with a hissing sound, “Running won’t help. I will hunt you down, to where ever you go. I am immune to magic. I felt the pain, but not it’s effect.”
“What do you want from me?” Angus nervously replied.
“I do congratulate you,” it said with a harsh and hoarse voice, “few of my opponents has ever come this far at trying to hurt me. All your efforts were in vain! Now where’s Tiberius? I shall not ask again.”
“He’s gone! Disappeared, when I was trying to find him before. Please! You must believe me!” Angus begged.
While his desperate mind was racing for another spell that he could try, but his mind was pretty drained from the last spell. He has yet to find the will power to cast of another.
“Wrong answer! I believe I am just wasting my time. I am not smelling of his scent on you anymore. Not anywhere here and around. I guess I just have to start again from the beginning! It is more fun this way,” the creature hissed, like it was enjoying of its hunt from before, “Since I have no more used of you and I can’t have witnesses. It's time for me to feed.”
"Wh-at..what.. do you mean..?" Angus stammered with his face ashen.
The creature then took out of something looking like a Spell Card from the pocket of its tattered cloak. After, it was not shy at showing, the small picture inside of the rim golden border on the card to Angus.
It has the hand of a skeleton shrouded in a greenish glow touching of its victim, and the skin from the victim is melting away, through rapid aging.
“NO!” Angus screamed, with only the speeding wind could hear him.
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After Angus had left through the back door and the creature had tore through the roof to of the train carriage to chase him.
It took at least a minute for Mrs Trillian to gather her wits and emotions together. The first thing she did, was to check on her daughter and kids, before making her way to the forward part of the train to help Angus.
It was easy for her to follow the trail, from the ripped and hole roof of the carriages from the front of the train.
However, while she was making her way to the middle of the train, via the narrow corridor inside of each carriage. She saw Angus and the creature were battling at the front on the second carriage. Unfortunately, she couldn't get there. When she poked her head through the door of the fourth carriage front door, she saw back half of the fifth carriage moving forward and her carriage was losing speed while moving back. To her horror, the chain of carriages forming the train, was broken.
The culprit whom did the disconnecting, was none other than Tiberius! From the linking metal plug he has in his hand.
Seeing her, Tiberius suddenly dropped the plug and transform of himself into a dusty barn owl.
He flew to and landed on her left shoulder, and Tiberius said to her first.
“You must keep your promise to me! You have to keep Titus away from doing magic and not break the enchantment I had done on him.”
“Why did you break the link of the train? Angus is in danger,” she sneered angrily.
“There's nothing you can do for him,” Tiberius said grimly, with his voice betrayed of his inner emotion, despite of his owl-like body, “You can’t save him.”
“That’s garbage,” Mrs Trillian growled, “You haven’t.. We haven’t tried.”
“My shadow, is perverted by ancient Warlock magic. Almost nothing can kill it, it won’t stop hunting me, until it kills me one day. I can only hide from it, with this current form of mine,” Tiberius pleaded.
“So, what’s going to happen to Angus?” Mrs Trillian wailed.
“You can’t save him,” Tiberius said grimly again, “You can’t change his fate, in this timeline or the other.”
"Why are you doing this? Why us?" Mrs Trillian asked with tears in her eyes.
"Because I had foreseen of Titus' future, I am saving him," Tiberius said gently, “Before he’s twisted in the likes that I had foreseen in the other timeline.”
“I won’t accept this, I just can’t!” Mrs Trillian cried, “I won’t have Titus grow up without-”
"There is nothing you can do, just remember of your promise to me!" Tiberius sneered uncomfortably, before flying off into the black night sky.
As soon as Tiberius flew away, Mrs Trillian felt utterly rotten, with a feeling of impending doom weighted heavily in her mind. Helplessly and painfully, she had to endure with morbid fascination and horror. To be the witness of the final seconds from the battle fought between the creature and Angus.
She could only see of their dimmed and darken outlines, because of the distance that the front half the train had travelled.
Angus’ final seconds would forever and involuntary burnt a scar deep into Mrs Trillian’s darkest nightmare. She saw Angus’ outline melts away in the hands of the creature, while the half full moon is hanging in the night sky above with its stars in the background.
*******************************************When the comforting light from the morning came a few hours later. The front half of the train finally came to a stop almost ten kilometers away, from its detached rear half.
For Sarah Trillian, she will never saw of Angus or Tiberius again.
When the investigators later combed through the devastated roof of the carriage at where Angus and the creature had fought of their final battle. She had to numbly stare at the unexplained burnt marks imprinted on the metal, with her daughter crying next to her.
The muddle investigation team, that also secretly having Witches embedded within of their ranks. A crazy story was later invented, to relate of it together with the incident happened at the Inter-Magical Market, that Angus had read from the news earlier.
The cause was a meteor strike, with fragments of it hitting the train.
The investigators didn’t know of the whole truth either, with Mrs Trillian lying in parts of her own story. For no one would have believed of her anyway, if she did tell of it. For a long time, Margaret would mourn for Angus. When her mom told her of Angus’ heroic sacrifice for his family.
And Titus, the baby whom will eventually grew up to. Mrs Trillian kept her promise to Tiberius. He would grow up not knowing of his father or Magic.
The experience that night had troubled Mrs Trillian so much, for the fear of the creature and Tiberius ever coming back. She would move her family randomly all over the world, and deep into the muddle’s society. So her family would be safe and shielded, with their past and heritage conveniently forgotten. It’s Sarah’s enduring hope, that Titus would grow up like a normal muddle boy. He would be completely ignorant of his glorious and rich magical heritage, and live the life of a muddle.
In the fourteen years which soon went by. Time, is like a one directional river or wind. Ever changing and transforming, nothing escapes from its influence. To where it goes, it creates ripples like that of the waves from the ocean. It follows the laws of its own that nature would not dare challenge, while those ripples reaches and permeates of anything. It changes the young to the old and then death. The new to worn out, before decaying to dust. Before the cycle renews again.
Nothing could stop of its flow, maybe perhaps only the lost magic of the Warlocks. However, not even they, can be the masters of it. Fifteen years later, Tiberius would return again, changing of Titus’ life forever. However, just like Time, not even he, could control the destiny of Titus. The way Tiberius would have like. 289Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwv2V98ZfPw
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