Braedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library. After buying it, he ends up transported IN the book, becoming part of the story, to help the orphaned amnesiac Anya find her family, the dark sorcerer Rasputin planning to end the Roma...
Meanwhile, back up on the surface, a black modified 1912 Swiss Federal Railway's Class Eb 3/5 2-6-2 engine, with a series of coaches hitched up behind it, ploughs on through the snowy mountains of Russia, leaving the city behind, and heading off to go and travel across the mountain rails off to Paris. It would take a few days of travel to get from Russia to Paris, but going by rail will be faster than just walking.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Onboard the train, Vlad was currently fixing up his passport, while Pooka was lying on his back next to him. Vlad was writing something out with his quill, and every time he dipped it in the ink, he'd occasionally gave a tickle with the feather to Pooka, which the puppy enjoyed very much. He seems to like Vlad very much. Anya took her seat opposite of Pooka, as Braedey puts one bag in the overhead section and was about to sit down next to Vlad. Pooka growled and barked aggressively to the brunette, stopping Braedey as he looked back to him.
"Oh, okay. Pooka gets the window seat..." Braedey shrugging to himself, and Pooka yipped up with a bark at the brunette. "Fair enough there, little guy." Braedey acknowledged and now sat next to Anya. Anya played with her necklace, as she leaned back in her seat. "Hey. Stop fiddling with that!" Braedey said to her. "Sit up straight, remember, you're a Grand Duchess." He points out.
"How do you know what Grand Duchesses do and don't do?" Anya now asked to Braedey with a raised eyebrow.
"I- Uh..." Braedey sighed to himself, crossing his arms. "Never mind. Sorry, I'm just trying to help out and get you ready." He said back to Anya, while Vlad just rolled his eyes in amusement.
"Braedey, do you really think I'm royalty?" Anya now asked to Braedey as she slightly sat up then.
"Yes. Why do you ask, Anya?" Braedey asked back to Anya.
"Then stop bossing me around." Anya scoffed with a sharp glare back at Braedey, the brunette feeling a little shaken by breathed a sigh to himself as he looks away.
"She certainly has a mind of her own." Vlad commented with a smirk to Braedey.
"Yeah. Some would hate that in a woman, but I don't mind it." Braedey shrugged to himself. "It shows they have something great to show forth and aren't afraid to speak their mind."
Without him looking, Anya stuck her tongue out to Braedey. Vlad smirked to himself, while he was keeping a tally chart between Braedey and Anya, and it seems that Anya had a lot more marks than the brunette had.
A little later, Braedey and Anya were both left on their own in the cab, while Vlad and Pooka were walking around the train to see what was there for facilities, especially inside the dining car.
"Look, Anya. I think we got off on the wrong foot..." Braedey began to say firstly to Anya.
"I think we did too." Anya replied back as she held up a book about Paris. "But I appreciate your apology."
