Public Transport




Waiting on the train station. He just got back from the secret guild. He was exhausted and longed to his comfortable bed.

It was raining, no storming outside. Fortunately, the train station had a ceiling. He heard the large drops of water falling on the roof. In the distance, he could hear some thunder.

He just missed his train and had to wait for an half an hour before the next one would arrive. He has laid himself on the nearest bench. Searched in his bag behind his charms book and his notes of art history. Grabbed his notepad and his pencil case. Took a pencil out and took out a blank page. He started to write about how his day has been, and how it could’ve gotten better.

He looked away from his notepad for a second and looked into the bright light from the lamps that were giving the train station visibility. It was burning into his eyes, and gave his notepad it’s attention it deserved.

He had some troubles with writing his story properly because it was late, and his eyelids were trying to rest. He sat down on the bench instead of lying, like normal people do. He ignored the fact that he was tired and continued writing.

The 30 minutes elapsed as if it were nothing. The train arrived. It rode into the train station with enormous speed. The machinist jumped on the brake, an the train slowly stopped. He pressed on the button to open the train doors. But the doors did not open, and he pressed the button in several times of annoyance. He gave up. Walked to another door, pressed on the button, but it didn’t open too, as he expected.

150 feet further he saw some other people getting in the train. He took a sprint and the doors closed when he was only 20 feet away from it. Pressed the button again, but didn’t open. He looked to the right, and saw some other people entering the train trough the door he tried the first time.

He was furious! He got on his knees and looked down. Closed his eyes and concentrated. He didn’t react for a second and then he looked up and tightened the muscles in his legs. It was as if he was floating trough the air. He arrived in front of the door in less then a second. But the train was already closing the doors right in front of him. The doors closed in the same miraculous speed as he floated trough the sky.

He had enough of it. He took a few steps back. And closed his eyes, looked down and concentrated. It longed for a minute. Then he lifted his arms to his sides and stretched them. He widened his eyes and tightened his muscles, he was ‘pushing’ his arms to each other, and then he was folding his hands into each other. He realized that he had some audience. The adults were looking frightened and the teenagers astonished. He looked to the train, and he could not find it. He walked to the rails, and there he saw it, a little cube, That ‘was’ the train a minute ago.

A bright white light appeared in the middle of the station, he had to lift his arms in front of his eyes to get a view what was going on. The light disappeared. He saw the lords of the guild approaching to him. The front lord slapped him in his face.

“Do no, I repeat, do NOT ever again use ‘focus’ in public. You are only allowed to use it in the guild or in life-threatening situations.” Said the lord furious.
“B-b-but s-sir?” he stuttered
“No butt’s young man!!” one of the other lords scolded.

“Stupid public transport.”





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