Summary:
Can I ever forget?
Shaina McKin has always been a girl who never really grew up. She loved hearing stories and telling them. But what happens when she and her family wakes up IN a story, all the way on the other side of the world? And what happens when she finds abilities she never knew she had?
A/N: Hello, Bonjour, and Greetings! I am Songbird's Call, and this is "The Island"! I can't believe I'm doing this... Anyways, on with the show!
Disclaimer: I do not own Thomas the Tank Engine. I only own the plot and my OCs.
Prolouge
The moon shone brightly through the window, settling on a sleeping girl. Her short brown hair settled around her face like a fan, giving her an innocent look, but her face was troubled. Her dreams swirled around her in a wild mix of words, colors and sounds. She could see blue, red, green, gold, and brown mixing together, and yet, they never blended. She could hear a hissing sound, alongside whistles and bells. Voices she couldn't recognize whispered words she could barely understand. Throughout it all, she could hear a strangely familiar voice whispering one word: Remember. All of a sudden, she awoke.
The first thing that she could see was that this room was not her own, and yet, she could walk through it in pitch black darkness and not fall. Her hazel eyes scanned her surroundings. This definitely wasn't right. Her room didn't have a hammock or a full length mirror, and she was pretty sure that her room had two doors instead of three. Then, noticing a window, she carefully stood up. With unsteady legs, she walked over to the large window, carefully pushed aside the bright pink curtains, and opened it.
The moon illuminated the countryside well. The view outside held many trees and was very beautiful, but that was not what held the girl's attention. What held it were the strips of silver running along the ground. They were in pairs, always together, making their way to a large building just a short walk away. From there, it seems that they multiplied; creating ten pairs of silver strips where there was only one. Spying a path that lead to the large building, the girl quickly closed the window and ran to get dressed.
Soon, she wore sweatpants and a T-shirt with a pink jacket. Carefully, she opened the door to her room. Running down the stairs, she ran her hand along the wall, trying desperately to remember who it was that spoke in her dream. At the bottom of the stairs was the door to the outside. For a brief moment, the girl wondered if this was a good idea. But, eventually, her curiosity won out, and she opened the door.
The moon was still shining as bright as before. But, there was a sound traveling on the slight breeze that made itself known as the girl stepped outside. She walked closer to the silver strips. Now that she was closer, she could see that the silver strips were secured to wooden boards. Kneeling, she ran her hand over the strip closest to her. Her hand soon told her that it was cold and smooth, as if wheels ran over it every day. She jerked her hand back as a louder sound startled her. Her eyes immediately snapped toward the shed. Her heart hammered in her chest as she quickly ran down the path.
The girl skidded to a stop as she spied a door at the end. She looked up. This was where the sound came from, to be sure. Now, she could clearly hear the noise that startled her moments ago; whistles. A few of these whistles she remembered hearing in her dream. She gave a small smile. There might just be the chance to solve this mystery once and for all behind this door! Hesitantly, her hand found the doorknob and turned it. Finding the door unlocked, she slipped inside.
It was completely dark inside this shed, and the girl had to leave the door open in order to see. Inside were many large, colorful, mechanical objects that she recognized as steam engines. The whistling sound seemed to be coming from these engines, although the girl thought that an engine had to have steam in order to whistle. That's when she heard another sound; talking. She carefully walked in front of a blue tank engine and looked up at it. And that is when she got the biggest surprise of her life.
This engine had a face on it. The girl had never seen this before in her life. Her hands flew to her mouth, desperately hoping to not wake it up. All she could do was stare. She tried to tell herself that the face was just painted on, but this theory was quickly shattered as she saw the eyes flicker behind closed lids. Hours seemed to pass as she looked at this strange engine. Finally, she was able to pry her eyes away to look around her. That's when she saw the other engines had faces too.
This was too much. The girl turned back to the door and ran. She didn't dare look back; she had seen enough. She stumbled over the rails and ran into a few scattered objects, but her pace didn't slow. As she approached the door, she locked it from the inside. Once she was out, she slammed it shut, not caring if anyone heard.
All at once, the girl felt as if every single ounce of energy in her system was drained out of her. Her eyes fixed on the stars, as if they could give her answers. She gently let her head fall backwards against the wooden door she had run out of moments before. Slowly, she sat down, feeling her body slide against the rough wood. She continued to stare at the stars, like diamonds thrown over an inky, black cloth. Finally, she dropped her head into her knees, feeling her tears spilling over. The last thing she remembered was hearing the same voice from her dream whispering to her.
"Songbird, welcome home."
A/N: And, there's that! What do you guys think? Let me know!