Arcane

Chapter One

Chapter One- This is not happening.

My lip quivered as I stayed hunched over the trash can, looking distastefully at what had once been the cereal I had eaten for breakfast. Urging again, I quickly backed away.

I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder, patting it. Quickly turning around, I come to see a man in what looked to be something similar to a police uniform.

"Don't worry, you weren't the only one who threw up their guts. But if you don't get out of the way you will be the trash can for the next person coming." Hearing this, I quickly jumped to the side, holding the handle of my suitcase tightly as a short boy suddenly fell to the floor from the ceiling, and immediately threw up. I cringed.

"Alright everyone, Don't just stand around, move!" I once again flinched as the police officer growled at the crowd of teenagers, and they all immediately scurried away.

He must be a werewolf. I thought, nodding to myself as I turned to the 'police officer' once again.

"Excuse me, how long will the train ride be? I would like to use the washroom first if it's going to be long." My voice shook like an earthquake, but thankfully the extraordinarily tall man still understood me. 

"The train runs off of witchcraft, so only an hour and a half. The bathrooms are behind me, to the right, the right again, and then to the left. Be quick, we leave in fifteen minutes. You wouldn't want to be left alone here." The man chuckles, oddly finding the idea of somebody being stuck down here amusing. My jaw drops an inch before I snap it closed again.

"Thank you." I splutter out, before rushing off into the direction he pointed me towards, bags in hand.

Leaving the Ladies Room with freshly washed and dried hands, I make my way make to the main hall of this very 'different' train station. When I arrive, I give myself a mental pat on the back for remembering my way back.

My peaceful heart beat abruptly turns rapid when the clock hanging from the ceiling reads 'Thirty seconds until departure.' Oh my gosh.

Quickly grabbing my suitcase and picking it up, I make a mad run for the trains entrance. This is not happening, this is not happening.

Jumping onto the platform in front of the door, I step in and take a long, relieved breath. That was close. 

With my hand still laying on my fast beating heart, I look down the aisle's of seats. This train is huge.

The aisles go eight seats across, and only God knows how many seats back. Heck, I can barely even see the back. Something else I noticed is that nearly every seat is already taken.

I begin walking down the aisles, searching for a empty seat. On my journey back, I also decide to take note on the people sitting in the spacious chairs. I spot fairies, pixies, centaurs, angels, and some people who simply look human, so I assume they are either sorcerers or werewolves. My eyes linger on the angels, and how different they look from me. Their all very obviously tall, varying from six to ten feet. I feel out of place standing at five feet and four inches. I pout. Cons of being a hybrid.

I read the labels above the seats, labeling where each creature is to be seated. Each section is customized for the size of whatever creature is supposed to be seated there. The angels have longer seats for their large wings, the fairies and pixies are simply spoiled with seats that are way to large for them, centaurs have large empty cushioned spaces which make the the size of about six chairs all pushed together, while the sorcerers and werewolves are seated in ordinary chairs, along with the mermaids since their tails only appear when they wish.