During the Seven Years

Chapter 11

As dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight filter through my window, warming my face. I wake up feeling refreshed, my mind clearer than before. Today is the day I embark on my journey. After quickly getting ready, I grab my map, carefully tucking it under my arm. My heart races with anticipation as I head toward the door.

Before I leave, I take a moment to look around my apartment one last time. The emptiness of the space is palpable, but I remind myself that this is just the beginning. I'm setting out to find my friends' spirits and the celestial beings that could change everything.

Stepping outside, the crisp morning air fills my lungs, invigorating me as I walk through the bustling streets of the city. Merchants are setting up their stalls, vendors call out cheerfully, and the smell of freshly baked bread wafts through the air. But I can't linger; my mission awaits.

I make my way through the city. My heart pounds with each step as I contemplate the trials ahead. I clutch Crux's key tightly in my hand, a reassuring weight as I remind myself of my purpose.

The journey to the Phoenix Mountains won't be easy, but with each step, I feel a spark of hope igniting within me. I will find Pluto. I will uncover the secrets of the planet celestial spirits. And most importantly, I will honor my friends by bringing them back to the light.

With determination fueling my stride, I take my first step toward the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

The journey to the train station is filled with anticipation, each step echoing my resolve. The streets bustle with activity, but my focus is singular—I must reach the station and board the train that will take me closer to Pluto's key. As I approach the station, the sound of the train whistle pierces the air, a clarion call urging me forward.

The station looms ahead, its architecture a blend of old-world charm and modern functionality. I push through the throngs of travelers, my heart racing as I scan the departure board for my train. There it is: the train to Beanstalk Village, scheduled to depart in ten minutes.

"Perfect timing," I murmur to myself, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. I rush to the ticket counter, quickly purchasing my ticket before making my way to the platform. The clatter of luggage and the murmur of voices surround me, a cacophony that matches my inner turmoil.

I step onto the platform, my eyes fixed on the train as it waits, the steam hissing from its engine like a dragon awakening. The metallic smell of the train mingles with the crisp morning air, heightening my senses. I take a moment to absorb the scene—this is it.

As the conductor calls for boarding, I feel a surge of adrenaline. I find my seat by the window, my breath catching at the thought of what lies ahead. Settling in, I tuck my map and essentials into the small overhead compartment, making sure I have everything I need within reach.

The train doors slide shut with a hiss, as a mixture of exhilaration and trepidation washes over me. The train starts to leave the station, as the gentle rumble beneath me becomes evident. Even with this ominous and mysterious mission, I can't help but feel excited to go on a new adventure.