Time

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the rumble of its engin

ir fate. This train, run by magic, could take us throughout the immortal lands, releasing us in whatever territory it wishes. I’ve just completed my sentence within Death’s realm. Having led a humble life, I was consequ

re how long I’ll be on here, however, I hope to get some sleep. The moment I sit down, the seat underneath me warms, before cooling again. It’s registering who I am. My fate has already been decided by magic. The immortal lands

for the train to make the full trip. Maybe a week even. Just as those thoughts consumed my mind, a small screen planted into the back of the seat in front of me flashes. First Destination : Territory Of Fate Time of Travel : 26 hours. Sighing deeply, I settle into my seat. With no belon

have arrived. An almost blinding site greets my weary eyes. The gigantic expanse of a beautiful blue oceans stretches to the horizon. Golden sands line the water, many people standing there, clapping and waving at the train. There i

hree of people. The crowd outside the train cheer, throwing pink and green streamers into the air as the three fresh immortals come from the train.

ered on trays controlled by magic. It was bland and tasteless, but filled me up. The next destination was a station in seemingly the middle o

How pretty is this? A quaint village where you live off the land. Humble, like the Immortal Thought is. However, a large red X on my screen

y, I was over it. Two days have passed, and my body aches. The station we arrive at is the middle of a city, however, all that surrounds it is r

tories are coming up. We pass through three more territories run by Virtues - the complete opposite to Sins. Now, there’s only three of us left on the train. We make it to Sinful’s territory. Sno

last good one left. An X graces my screen. I breathe in a sigh of relief. The last two people gasp, and one starts crying. Wait, are they both leaving

true. There has to be something wrong with this train. I can’t be going to Time’s territory...I know all I know from rumours, however, I’m certain this territory we approach is one of the worst to end

starts to set. No one stands at the station. The places looks deserted. A giant green tick covers my screen. A lump forms in my throat, however, I’m granted no other choice but to stand

thing to my name, and no idea of where I am. All I know is Time owns the land I stand on, and that is a frightening thought. Making my walk down the dirt pathed main road, I wonder what my next move might be. T

the sight of me, nudging the man next to

ast I can be grateful the climate is fairly average, so the clothing on my back is keeping me warm enough. The

that train in ten years,” the woman says in

e to stay first, then hopefully I can attain a job. Then, I will leave this pl

riendly place. We don’t fear no one except the great master.

fortably. “Why

, in fear he will kill us like he does to whatever inn

ddenly kicks his

or answers. “He can hear y

n whispers. Backing away a few steps, I let those words sink into my mind. I