New Galaxia

Chapter 3: Havenialis Bank

Hezago was enjoying a lovely view when two random people decided that this was the best time to throw themselves through the open 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 looked at them in concern. "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 through the window." The boy muttered. "You know, I don't really care." Avada said, frowning.

"Of course you don't. Anyways, my name is Eathan, what's yours?" Hezago looked at him apprehensively, but his face softened duly. "The name's Hezago," He replied, still concerned, "And I'm Zack, '' Zack said, smiling cherrily. "Good! Great! Fantastic! Now, if you don't mind, I'll have to go put our luggage up and take care of a few things, 'ight?" Avada asked, in which they responded by nodding. "Perfect."

A few minutes later, Another person came In through the door, hair in a frenzy. "Phew," She muttered. "Please tell me this is the right place." She said, breathing heavily. She looked up, a number sixteen showing up and then promptly disappearing. "Oh thank goodness!" she muttered, sitting herself down.

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 name is-" She paused. "Elenora." she replied, breathing heavily.

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, unless celestial or Dust V, did 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, as it was only a normal flying train.

Except that it wasn't.

Apparently, due to the fact that Hezago was not paying attention, they had already flown through the Gulf of Mexico, and had already arrived at Havana. They were now going towards the Havana Station Square at an alarming speed, heading straight towards the ground.

The ground.

Hezago, although knowing this was normal with flying trains, he couldn't help but panic. After all, the council destroyed his Borearcis, and he was limited to chariot travel, which did not go through the ground at 298.72 miles per hour.

Panic was the mood of the room when it randomly went dark and then light again, and by the time the train came to a screeching halt, It was to great relief. A voice only Avada and Eathan seemed to recognise filled the room, speaking.

"Hello, It's Professor Michelton here, it would be very appreciated if you all yes, you too Mark, depart the train, and get your school supplies, thank you very much." 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 jail, but wasn't.

For the love of Sol, it was Mark Joansen.

(what type of name is that?)

Anyways, ignoring the fact that it was the most bland name to ever exist, he proved to have an unnecessarily deadly attitude. If you were to get in his way, he could leave you without an ear. At some point he was bound to go too far, so when that did happen he was sent to-

well-

jail. At this moment, he was being beaten back by this other boy, that is, until Hezago got in the way. He was blasted back with a beam of light emanating from said boy's wand, and a sharp hint of pain from the other side. Hezago went tumbling into Mark, straight onto the rails.