Misha And The Moon Mirror

The Norman In The Train

Coming to a realisation that she was given only one teleportation slip, Maria stays with her granddaughter in a hotel. And over the next few days transfers all Misha's papers to Bogdota. After the smooth transaction, a bit too smooth for Maria's liking, because Toscala used to always do things slow and this both surprised her and made her ponder if they could do things on this speed all the time, Maria helped Misha pack all the things that survived the fire.
"Misha, doll, did you ever travel outside the Fief?" - asked Maria offhandedly. Misha looked at her grandmother and then at the ground.
After thinking for some time Misha said no, or not that she remembers.
"Maybe I did travel when I was little."And maybe she did travel when she was a baby, she didn't know.
"But you are little, now, Malena" - joked Maria. "Then I think we shall go with the wind train, it should be fun and exciting." The wind train. What does it look like, is it a big train or a small train, does it run on magic script. Mum writes magic scripts. Mum wrote magic scripts, I hope she is still writing for the Gods and that they see how good she is. I hope I see my parents soon. The overwhelming thirst for adventure wanted her to see something new, something special. It asked her to travel, to see the world.

"Will I see something new?"-asked Misha expectantly.
"Oh, you will,doll. You will have four days of sightseeing through the train windows." Maria knew that the main Toscala Fief was about four days away from Bogdota, well depending of what train they catch.
"Mommy and daddy would be proud of me. If only they were here."- said Misha while looking into the distance through the hotel window.
"They already are proud of you, Malena. Now off to bed, doll. Tomorrow will be a busy day for us."
Maria called the light magic back to the magic script on the ceiling of the hotel room and started staring at the ceiling. She has never met her granddaughter, her daughter never let her, she did send dolls, toys, clothes and money, but this little creature so full of warmth lost her parents too early.
"Tell me Masha, what do I do. She looks just like you, my dear daughter. I hope, where ever you are, that you keep watch over the little one." Hearing her grandmother's saddened thone, Misha hugged Sir Greene tighter. I will be the best granddaughter you have ever had, granny, just you wait, I will make you proud, too.
The next day, Maria bought two tickets for the wind train. One adult and one for a child. Of course Sir Greene got his own makeshift ticket at Misha's request .

Wind trains were a staple ride all through Sotra's main territory, while wind ships and wind boards were more of a standard on the islands and Naval Cities. Wind trains were a great and proud invention of once a great person, Cristoff Cerulean, the first half fairy that entered the Magic academy since its existence. Wishing to prove himself to his fairy family, he entered the Lavuje Island's Mage academy in the year of 203. He didn't climb to the Sorcerer rank, but he did take a shine to Magic Engineering. He was the first to discover that the trains, they had, could run on magic and not waste the resources and subsequently the Empire's money. Upon further research he made a model train and flew it around his room using wind magic. The idea of the wind powered train, that could fly interested the education board and Magic Research and Magic Engineering boards welcomed his research and made the idea a reality.
Upon their entrance to the train station Misha saw a magnificent iron golem standing there. It was huge and the sounds it made, were angry. And still the angry, dark iron golem was surrounded by the most fluffy looking clouds, Misha has ever seen. Blue eyes full of wonder and excitement, mouth corners turned up, almost reaching her ears, her smile so bright for the whole world to see. Her grandmother knew that she did a good thing and maybe. Just maybe she would do much better at raising Misha. I will make you proud Masha. I will make her a happy and strong child. Gods know she is a precious one.
While Misha and Maria were waiting for the train conductor to announce that the door will open, one boy was biding goodbye to his parents.
"Do you have your medicine? Are all your clothes in the bag? Did I put in all the pants? Let me double check, you should have twelve pairs." The boy's mother, tall, olive skinned woman, with her brunette hair in a long ponytail was going through his bags for the seventh time that day. Natasha was a nervous woman by nature. She had to check her belongings many times since they left home. Her son Norman was leaving to live with his grandparents in Bogdota, naturally she is scared.
"Don't mind your mother, Nor. She is a worry wart by nature. Do not forget to say hello to your grandparents for us." The boy's father was a rather tall gentleman a half golem who had strong magic and the shiniest bleach blonde hair ever. He was a well respected Sorcerer, gaining that rank in his second year of Academy.
"UNDERSTOOD FATHER"- spoke Norman. The four year old was the spitting image of his mother, just with his father's hair. He was as nervous about the travel as his mother was. What if he was allergic to the seats in the train, what if he was allergic to the TRAIN. Oh no, what if his grandad didn't recognise him. His thoughts were a mess but they were stopped by his father's hand messing his hair up.
"Don't worry, Nor. They will wait for you at the Bogdota station." Once he saw his father's reassuring smile, Norman decided to board the train. So in tears he said ; "Mother, father, I shall see you when I can." - he kept his head down, so as not to catch his mother's face, or all that courage he has gathered would wither away.
The train conductor shouted;"All a board. The Wind Train to Trecha, Bar, Antana, Bogdota, Stna, Otna and Luusha is leaving in four minutes."
Seating down on the plush, soft and clean green seats, Norman takes a deep breath. This is it. I am finally going to Bogdota, no turning back now.
The main reason why Norman Nicholas is going to the Town of Bogdota is to learn to control his magic. Like his father, Norman's magic is off the charts, it is on par with someone in their 5th grade at the magic academy. But unlike his father, Norman couldn't control his magic and has been deemed to be in danger of magic deficiency.
MDD or Magic Deficiency Drug is only made in Bogdota and distributed to old people, retired Knights and Mages mostly, but it is an essential tool to help Norman live a healthy life, without worrying if he will explode.
Magic Deficiency has first been observed in the year 30, when a Flower Fairy from Strashna Island exploded with magic and destroyed half of the island. Since that day the effort was made to research the illness extensively but, almost no move was made.
Everyone with MD would start with abnormal levels of magic. They would be born almost at Sorcerer level, and would usually cause harm to their mother at birth. Later on that magic would start to dissipate but would return suddenly and cause them harm. It used to be called Abundance of Magic Disorder but was later, backed by research, changed into Magic Deficiency.
He could not wait to see his grandparents. His maternal grandfather was always proud of his boy being tall for his age, but this year Norman grew twenty centimetres more and was proud of himself, too. He stood at one hundred and fifty-five centimetres, which, he was told by his doctor, is tall for an four year old. Not that he saw a lot of other four year olds. His siblings were all older and taller than him.
He came to a conclusion that he can breathe in the train, so that at least means he is not allergic to it. Until the train started moving. Upon feeling the sudden movement upwards Norman got frightened and grabbed the chair in from of him, holding on to it for dear life. He was so scared of the train ascending into the skies, that even his teeth started chattering.

The sight of this poor tall child clutching a seat in front of him, stole a laugh from the gold tressed mess to his right side. Soon he could see the weird messy yellow cloud coming closer and he could hear the laughter even clearer.
The cloud extended one of its hands, while the other was busy holding a green dragon plush and said; "Hi, I'm Misha. What is your name? Want to be friends?" Norman looked from the hand up to the face framed with the golden bush. Strangely that arm was attached to a kid, a girl kid. Norman has never talked to a girl before so this took him by surprise.
"NORMAN"-he said nervously, while taking and shaking her arm "my name is Norman. "
"I saw you shaking, are you scared?" The bright blue eyes of this kid looked through him. Yes he was scared but he didn't want to admit to it. He kept looking at her.
"Granny! Granny! Can my new friend stay with us, can he sit next to me, he is scared?" Norman wanted to say no, but at that moment the train started speeding up and chattering of his teeth started again. When he looked to the side, the little girl was no more but there stoon an older woman. Her old face looked him up and down, she let out a Hmm or two, took his bag and said; "Follow me, you will sit with us."
"YES! I mean thank you, mam" - he started to say but got cut off by Maria.
"Knigh Maria, you can call me Knight Maria, or old lady. You are Norman!?"
"Yes I am. My name is Norman Nicholas. I'm going to my grandparent's place to live. They live in Bogdota. A big yellow house on the Zara Street, next to the library. Grandad owns the library." He felt safe with these two and continued to rant about his life, he couldn't stop, something compelled him to speak up.
Misha looked at the boy. He was tall, but looked younger than her. His spiky blonde hair was swaying with every single animated move he made, while talking about his family.
"Did you just say you are four."-Misha was astonished. This GIANT boy was younger than her, oh how exciting. "Why are you so tall, then?" Misha asked, obviously very puzzled about his height.
"We do not judge people, Malena. If he asked you why are you so short, what would you say?" She caught her grandmother's look and shied away. Mumbling a sorry, Misha returned to the window and was watching the clouds. Grandma lied to me. Since we started the travel all I could see are clouds, clouds and more clouds." Oh that one looks like you, Sir Greene." Misha told the plush dragon while showing him the view from the window. While watching the clouds with awe, Misha missed Norman's explanation about him being a half golem.
She was ecstatic to see Bogdota, she might even visit Norman's grandparent's library for some stories about Knights. Ooooh that would be fun, her dad liked to read her those, but she can't read. Well maybe they will have some picture books. You never know what you will find in a new place. Maybe her and Norman would make more friends there.
With her thoughts set to Bogdota and all the games she can play with Norman and other children, she would meet there, Misha ended her first day of travelling via the wind train.