Hezago was enjoying a Wonderful view when two absolutley random people yeeted themselves through the window. One of them, a girl, stood up and started dusting herself off.
“Phew! Sorry about that. My Name’s Avada, Nice to meet you!” Hezago breathed a breath of worry. “Nice to meet you too...?” The boy who had crashed along with her stood up and rolled his eyes. “Yep. Just ignore me and watch me go flying” the boy muttered. “Eh, don’t care,” Avada replied. “Of course you don’t. Anyways, my name is Eathan, what’s yours?” “Uhh, My name is Hezago,” Hezago replied, perhaps a bit nervously, “And I’m Zack ″ Zack said, smiling cherrily. “Good! Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll go put our luggage up and take care of a few things, ight?” Avada asked. They nodded. “Good.”
A few minutes later, Another person came In through the door hair-a-blazin’. “Phew,” She muttered.“Please tell me this is the right place” She Said, Heaving. She Looked up. “Oh thank goodness” she muttered, taking a seat.
She dropped her luggage to the ground and took a deep breath. “I hate this...” she muttered. “Er- if i may ask, who are you?” Eathan said, walking into the room. “My *heave*name*heave*is*heave*Elenora.” she replied, breathing harder than an elephant.
Or something like that.
Anyway, soon after they had gotten themselves situated, the train appeared to speed up rather noticeably, which was pretty strange, especially after noticing the fact that the train was heading downwards.That was rather odd. Hezago thought. Trains do not speed up when going down a hill, and although this train was chugging through the bright blue sky, the same principles should apply here.
Except that they didn’t.
Apparently, due to the fact that hezago was not paying attention, they had already flown through the gulf of mexico, and had already passed Havena. They were now going towards Havana square at an alarming speed, heading straight towards-oh nothe ground.
The rock.
Hard.
Ground.
Oh no. Hezago panicked, but a part of him told him that it would be perfectly fine. So he just froze. The others had not noticed this, so when it went pitch dark, they started panicking, not knowing that at this very moment, they were in the ground.
But oh well, Not any of Hezago’s business.
By the time the train came to a screeching halt, the majority of them were clenching their chests and hyperventilating. Hezago, Avada, and Eathan just sat there, staring. But what could they do?
“Hello, It’s Professor Michelton here, i would like you all to depart the train, and get your school supplies. Thank You!” the speakers said, and cut out.
A good while later, the group left the train, to be met with an unpleasant surprise. A random boy they’d come to know as Vicktor at some point, had just sent a squirrel flying.
Turns out he was having a duel with a certain someone who should at the moment be in juvie.
Mark Jhonson.
Bland name really, but deadly attitude. Got in his way, and he could leave you without an ear. At some point he was bound to go too far, so he was sent to juvie. At this moment, he was being beat back by this other boy, that is, until hezago got in the way. He was blasted back with a beam of light, and a sharp hint of pain from the other side. Hezago went tumbling into Mark, straight onto the rails.
Other than the ugly roach that was on top of him, hezago notice something that was rather odd. The little but fast blue engine that was leading this expressway had a face. A face that suited it, yes, but nonetheless a face. It turned to look at them.
“Mark! This is the third time this is happening! Get yourself together and go back to the station!” Mark grumbled and left. Hezago heaved. The man that was Mark and was just ugly. He was also stinky, schewpid, and many other things which would get this book banned by the government. Anyway, moving on.
“Oh! Hello, Sorry about that, Mark is a real imbecile”, the train said. Hezago Nodded In agreement. For some reason, it felt normal to be talking to a train, but eh. “Yeah”, hezago muttered, weighing he had some deodorant to cleanse him from the stink that was now on him. “Well, It’s Nice to meet you, My Name is Professor Michelton, yours?” Hexzago smiled. This Michelton person was nice. “Hezago.” He replied. “Ah! What a nice name. But I think you better get going, you only have so much time to get your things” Hezago nodded.
“Very well then! I’ll see you Later!” “You too.” Hezago said, smiling, and left for the station.
He climbed up the stairs to find a red faced Mark waiting for him. “You.” Mark said. Pointing a stubby finger at his chest. “Mhm?” Hezago said, taking notice of this. “You’re about to get pounded!” Hezago rolled his eyes. “Oh really? What for?” Mark was notorious for starting fights for absolutely no reason, and it appeared he was about to do it again. Hezago sighed, realizing that he would have to deal with Mark’s irrational behavior once again. He decided to remain calm and composed, hoping to diffuse the situation before it escalated any further. “For making me lose you dimwit!”
Hm. The idiot actually has a reason this time, even if that insult was horrible.Hezago thought, with absolutely no emotion on his face. “Really? What are you going to do about it? Try to pummel me to the ground? I’d Like to see you try.”
Mark Growled like the brute he was. “Ohh I will kill you.” He attempted to grab him by the shirt, but Hezago grabbed his wrist before he could. Hezago maintained his calm demeanor as he twisted Mark’s wrist, causing a bone to snap. Mark clenched his teeth in agony, determined not to show any signs of weakness. “Try Me.” Hezago said, smiling. Hezago’s smile only intensified Mark’s anger. With a burst of adrenaline, Mark lunged forward, attempting to tackle Hezago to the ground. However, Hezago effortlessly sidestepped the attack, leaving Mark sprawled on the floor in defeat. He went aside to join Zack, who was just staring.
“How- What- ″ He said, stuttering. Hezago smiled. “Let’s get on our way.” The two would then go along into what was hofennia plaza, according to a nearby sign, and find a wonderfully humongous yet looming threatening castle waiting for them.
There was an abundance of creatures waiting for them, such as pixies and fairies arguing for some reason, goblins going about their business, humans bartering for goods, ponies and unicorns walking their kids, and many many more.
The Castle was an ancient style building, with turrets spanning as far as the eye can see. There were cannons and flags here and there, either in the windows or turrets. The Building was apparently purposed as a bank, which kinda made sense when you took into account the interior of the castle. The building was floorless with an infinite void beneath, except for a few absurdly humongous tiles here and there.
The two stepped onto one of those humongous tiles, careful not to fall to their doom. The thing steamed and cranked and lifted the two, halfway across the room, where an extremely grumpy goblin was waiting for them. “Name.” The goblin grumbled. “Hezago Borealis.” Hezago said, absolutely obliterating the dullness that surrounded him. “Zackariah Seourleigh.” Zack responded, seemingly cheering up to hezago’s level. The goblin then typed something in on a computer that did not seem to be there before. “Very well then”, the goblin said, snarling, “You shall be on your way.” The platform under them split apart and sent them both their separate ways, with hezago’s going upward but slightly to the right, and zack’s going downward but slightly to the left.
Hezago’s platform would soon lead him to a similarly floorless hallway and to a very large door at the end of it. It had a single eye piercing diamond on it, and a very magnificent collection of opals surrounding it. The door opened upon the arrival of hezago and lead him toward a singular door in the center.
There was a singular hand print in it, pulsing as if waiting for someone.
Hezago cautiously placed his hand on the pulsing handprint, feeling a surge of energy course through his veins. As he did so, the door began to emit a soft glow, revealing intricate symbols etched into its surface. It was clear that this door held immense power and secrets beyond imagination. The room spun, literally, and a gigantic collection of emeralds, diamonds, gems, gold coins, diamondcoins, and much more. But the weirdest of things to fall here was a singular umbrella.
Gold and black, it shone like no other, yet was as dark as a demon.
The floor soon materialized, allowing hezago to depart the platform. As soon as he did, he went toward the umbrella that was rather furiously spinning on its tip. He grabbed a hold of it, and-
Hey guys! this chapter was pretty rushed, so some of the paragraph splits don’t make any sense. I also decided to split chapter 3 in two, as it’s far to long for my liking. Have a good day,
Sincerley,
Maditon Louvianne Vincent.
(My pen name)
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