Prolouge: Opening the eyes of an elder.
Edward slowly opened one eye, staring at the yard that lay sprawled out to the left of him. Coaches and trucks all in the sidings ready to be taken to wherever they were needed(although the latter made it harder than it needed to be on a much too frequent basis for the old engines liking, that is, for the others!)Yawning as he awoke from his slumber. His bright blue coat was no match in beauty to the multi coloured sky above him, beckoning him to casually briefly drift off into his dreamscape for just another hour, Charlie Jr wouldn't be here until then. He just stifled a chuckle, trying not to awaken the A0 pacific and L&YR class 25 two lines across, flanking him on either side, as he remembered the man's father, singing atop his cab as they impatiently waited for a connection with a bus all knew well by the name of Bertie.
Tidmouth was such a nice place in the morning, with the sun reflecting off the coat of a green engine returning for a short break from the busy schedules that constantly kept the engines on their wheels, so to speak, after hauling the islands most famous goods train. He pulled up beside Edward, between him and James, with a demeanour much unlike any one Edward had seen him in prior.
The black five had sweat running down his face, his cheeks where redder than James's paintwork, and his face was contorted with panic, shame, horror, anger, and something unusually for the gentle giant, total and unrivaled FEAR. When he noticed Edward was awake and beside him, he looked at the blue engine through eyes that told that everything was far from well for the poor engine, but before Edward could enquire about his distress, Henry said something that made the situation far too clear, almost tearing up from the pressure of the scenario he was in...
"There's been an accident." He sobbed
Edward could only look at his friend, mouth agape in agoEdward slowly opened one eye, staring at the yard that lay sprawled out to the left of him. Coaches and trucks all in the sidings ready to be taken to wherever they were needed(although the latter made it harder than it needed to be on a much too frequent basis for the old engines liking, that is, for the others!)Yawning as he awoke from his slumber. His bright blue coat was no match in beauty to the multi coloured sky above him, beckoning him to casually briefly drift off into his dreamscape for just another hour, Charlie Jr wouldn't be here until then. He just stifled a chuckle, trying not to awaken the A0 pacific and L&YR class 25 two lines across, flanking him on either side, as he remembered the man's father, singing atop his cab as they impatiently waited for a connection with a bus all knew well by the name of Bertie.
Tidmouth was such a nice place in the morning, with the sun reflecting off the coat of a green engine returning for a short break from the busy schedules that constantly kept the engines on their wheels, so to speak, after hauling the islands most famous goods train. He pulled up beside Edward, between him and James, with a demeanour much unlike any one Edward had seen him in prior.
The black five had sweat running down his face, his cheeks where redder than James's paintwork, and his face was contorted with panic, shame, horror, anger, and something unusually for the gentle giant, total and unrivaled FEAR. When he noticed Edward was awake and beside him, he looked at the blue engine through eyes that told that everything was far from well for the poor engine, but before Edward could enquire about his distress, Henry said something that made the situation far too clear, almost tearing up from the pressure of the scenario he was in...
"There's been an accident." He sobbed
Edward could only look at his friend, mouth agape in agony when he realised why his freind was so distressed.