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Rayne

Rayne

          It seems like I am constantly getting on and off this train, I think to myself, as I, once again, board the SPT. I glance at Adam, he doesn’t seem to have noticed our constant relationship with the train. Oh well, I shrug.

          “What?” Adam asks, I raise one eyebrow at him, “you shrugged.”

          “Oh, I was just thinking.”

          “About what?”

          “The train. Us. Our constant state of either boarding, being on, or departing from it,” this gets me a laugh.

          “You realize that’s a bit of a paradox,” he stares at me from the corner of his eyes and receives another raised-eyebrow look. He turns to me, “if we are constantly departing from the train, and constantly being on the train, we have a problem.” I throw my head back and let out an exasperated sound.

          “Just call Mike.” He laughs again, but pulls out his phone, presses two buttons, and puts it to his ear.

          “Hello Michael.” He laughs again and turns away leaning against the wall. Then it is my turn to make a call. I reach into my back pocket and slide out the little device. I click it on and press the button that dials Emma’s number. I put it by my ear and listen to it ring four times before she picks up, laughing.

          “Hey – stop it, not now,” more laughing, and another quiet voice, “ello Ray, sorry about that, now what’s up?”

          “I need your help.”

          “Matthew stop. Okay, I’m there for you babe. Where do you need me?”

          “Meet me at the train stop for Dalerin castle in, oh, twenty minutes. And bring Matt. But make sure you’re both fully clothed when you get there.”

          “Gotcha. Dalerin station, twenty minutes, Matt, underpants.” I laugh.

          “Yeah, something like that.”

          “See ya soon darlin’.” I pull the phone from my ear and hang up. Then I turn to Adam; he is still talking to Mike.

          “Mike, I am being serious, fifteen minutes, Dalerin castle… No… Mike… mike… MICHAEL! … Thank you. See you soon.” He turns around so that he is facing me. He looks frustrated.

          “I’m scared for when he is the Commander in Chief of your army.”

          “Yeah,” he sighs, “me too.” His forehead is creased in three places and he keeps running his hand through his hair so that it is standing on end. I put my hand on his shoulder.

          “Adam, it’ll be fine. He’ll do a good job. Somewhere, deep, deep down, he’s just like his dad.” I joke, it doesn’t work. He just narrows his eyes, giving his forehead even more creases. I reach up to try and relax them for him, “you’re going to give yourself a headache squishing your head like that.” He gives me a small smile and his faces relaxes for a moment.

          “Ray, how are you not worried? We are about to start a war, and take on the responsibility of three kingdoms, and confront four of the most powerful people in our world, let alone our parents. We have only three fifteen year olds and two seventeen year olds, and one, possibly two young adults depending on if your pregnant cousin will choose to participate in any war planning activities.”