Author's Note:
Hi all, me again. This story will be in parts. Reviews and Feedback are greatly appreciated, I'm still learning on how to improve my writing. Enjoy!
Morally Draconequus.
A normal day on Sodor, that was what that day wasn't. On a normal day, it's fine to have accidents once in a while but have fun saying that this was a normal accident.
It was a simple goods train Henry was taking that day, he was instructed to take the route through the forest.
"Another goods train Henry? I don't know how you can deal pulling a goods train. It's just degrading for us tender engines." spoke Gordon, with the usual amount of pride in his voice. "I suppose there's not enough important jobs like the express. It's not that bad." replied Henry, who was used to the tender engine beside him complaining.
"Don't worry Henry, Gordon probably just doesn't have the skills to pull one. Kinda ironic since he pulls the Express everyday." Thomas' cheeky comment made Gordon a bit more grumpy than usual, luckily, not enough to pull him along the Express route again.
The green tender engine only smiled by habit. He wondered how much he's gone this far in life. Compared to the other engines, his history was probably the most wackiest of them all and not as lucky as the others. Life has been peaceful for Henry… at least, for now…
Beams of sunlight peeked through little gaps that were spared by the emerald leaves of the forest's flora. Henry enjoyed the forest very much, it was as if he had some connection to it. Gordon and James may never understand it, but Henry can't explain it either. The closest answer for it was that he liked the peace and the sights.
He was heading to his usual destination, that was the moment he felt something. It wasn't making any contact but Henry could feel just a hint of it in his boiler. He didn't know what it was but ignored it anyway.
On his return to Brendam Docks was when it happened. Henry took the same route back, the strange sense had hit him more strongly than before. The latter began to slow down.
"Henry, is something wrong? Why are you stopping?" asked his driver, who knew Henry could be a bit of a paranoid. A bit.
"I don't know, do you mind if I check something out?" "Make it quick then. We still have a schedule to run."
The no.3 slowly chuffed, as if he was a detective's canine hunting down a mysterious scent. It lead him to a track with branches making an eerie doorway for Henry. Henry didn't want to go but whatever energy he felt pushed him onward. His driver, Ted wasn't so sure about it but he wouldn't go and abandon the engine he worked with for years now.
After a mere minute, Ted and his coworker felt Henry picking up the pace in a flash. Something was wrong, he knew because Henry himself gave a yelp in shock. "Henry! Slow down, we could crash!" Fear raced through Henry faster than the force that made him bolted down this strange line. "I don't know how! It's not me!" His breathing was at a rapid speed from fear, devoured by the memories of the Flying Kipper incident. Except, he didn't know what was at the end of it. He even didn't have enough courage to cry for help before the sudden impact...