The train sped ahead, the powerful engine humming as it sliced through the air. The trio stood at the open door, their eyes wide with awe as they took in the stunning landscape below.
"How about this, huh? Isn't this nice? You can see everything from up here! Look, there's Frosted Everest. There's Temperature Controller! There's the Fire Room! Hey look at this, guys! Orbs!" SSundee exclaimed, his excitement palpable.
As SSundee ducked back inside, Sigils turned to Biffle with a rare look of approval.
"Hey, that was a good idea, turning the night cycle. You're not so bad," Sigils praised, his voice sincere.
"Really?" Biffle asked, clearly touched by the compliment.
Sigils nodded and took a seat on a crate inside the train. "I can't wait to get the old weather back. As soon as we get there, I'm going to fix this whole mess," he declared with determination.
"But what if the natural disasters get to everyone first?" Biffle asked, a note of worry creeping into his voice. Sigils's confident smile faded.
"Sorry. I went negative again, didn't I?" Biffle asked, looking downcast.
"I'll tell ya what. We'll keep working on that when we get back, okay—" Sigils began, but he was abruptly cut off.
A sudden, violent tremor rocked the train as Windy Breeze Island began to crumble and collapse. The Train of Wind surged forward, allowing Sigils to notice the impending disaster.
"Windy Breeze Island?" Sigils called out, his voice filled with dread.
The once-stable island slowly crashed into the train tracks. The trio's screams echoed through the chaos as the train careened toward disaster.
"LOOK OUT!" a worker below yelled, seeing the train plummeting towards them.
The train crashed onto the cliffside with a thunderous roar, teetering dangerously close to the edge. Sigils struggled to regain his footing as the floor pitched beneath him.
"Hold on!" SSundee bellowed, trying to keep his balance.
Workers below rushed to their aid, grabbing Sigils, Biffle, and SSundee just as the train slid off the cliff and plummeted into the dump below. Sigils stared at the wreckage, then turned his gaze towards Headquarters, his face etched with worry.
"That was our way home. We lost another island. What is happening?" Sigils asked, his voice trembling with frustration and fear.
A worker nearby responded, his tone urgent. "Haven't you heard? Whenever the orbs aren't in the pedestal, strong emotions cause the islands to collapse!"
"What?! Ian, why didn't you tell us?" Biffle accused, his eyes narrowing in anger.
"I didn't know! I promise!" SSundee responded, his voice defensive.
As the reality of their situation sank in, the trio realized the full extent of their predicament. The islands were collapsing, and their only means of returning to Headquarters was now destroyed. The stakes had never been higher, and the urgency to restore balance became their foremost priority.
Sigils stood tall, his resolve hardening. "We can't let this happen. We need to head back to the headquarters and restore the orb to the pedestal. It's the only way to stop the islands from collapsing."
Biffle nodded, his usual negativity replaced by a newfound determination. "You're right. We have to fix this."
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Tempest Tangle
General Fiction(Cover by me!) The Regulars. They were in charge of controlling the weather and are also blessed with elemental bending abilities. They have their own islands as well, just in case they weren't well so that the islands can control the weather for th...
