Chapter 13 - Lady of Legend
King Edward the green and First sized up Tornado with a snooty look while his twin brother, King Edward the blue and Second stared at her curiously.
"You come on to this railway looking that filthy?" The First said the disgust clear in his voice. Tornado huffed at him angrily.
"I don't have time for this, City of Truro is in trouble!" She implored but the First wasn't having it.
"If you think you can come here and talk to a 'Royal Train' covered in filth," he said and Tornado angrily wheeshed steam at him.
"Listen you stuck-up pompous twit!" She snarled harsher than she intended. "Mallard has the City of Truro hostage! He's using Dark Smoke to drain his Gold Dust. If we don't act, Truro is going to die!"
"Dark smoke?" The Second suddenly rolled forward, concern appearing on his face. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, we're completely sure, 5025 confirmed it when he went to see for himself," Tornado begged. "Please, help me free Truro."
The Second glanced at his twin brother while the First now looked suitably outraged.
"How did an engine even be able to handle Dark Smoke without having its own Gold Dust drained?" The First asked incredulously. "His soul should have been consumed!"
"Er have you met Mallard?" Pendennis piped up. "That Toaster hasn't had a soul for a very long time."
Pendennis looked at Tornado. "Whatever these old fools say, myself and Trojan have your back," he said with a smile to Tornado. Tornado smiled slightly.
"Be good to get into an old tussle," Trojan said with a short laugh. "I love a good fight. Especially with those snotty LNER fools."
"Trojan you just came out of your rebuild," The Second scolded but Trojan gave a humph.
"You young'uns are so scared of getting your paint scratched," the old gruff saddle tank said gruffly. "Maybe do some real work for a change huh?"
The First gave an indignant humph and the Second pursed his lips annoyed.
"Besides," Trojan continued ignoring the Twins. "Lady hasn't met Truro yet. It would be devasting to lose the engine you speak of so highly before she ever got to me him."
"Lady?" Tornado asked her interest suddenly piqued. "You mean Lady of Legend?"
"That's her, the darling princess," The First said with a proud smile.
"You spoil her too much," Pendennis growled annoyed. "She is becoming a princess with the way you two act around her."
"She deserves to be a Princess!" The Second admonished.
"She's becoming a spoilt brat that's not doing any work!" Pendennis argued. "She's becoming an entitled little wretch!"
"Aye, she is," Trojan agreed. "Needs a good day's work to sort her out I say. She's becoming most, unlike a Great Western."
The Twins glanced at each other.
"Perhaps, you are right," The Second admitted with a slight blush.
"Please," Tornado begged. "I know I'm a LNER Legacy engine and have no place to comment on how Great Western's run your rails but Truro helped me. He was like a father to me. I don't want to lose him and I'm sure you don't either. So please, I need your help."
The Two King Edward's glanced at each other and then two the Castle and the Saddle Tank before them.
"Very well, but this is not for you, Peppercorn, this is for our dearest City of Truro," the First decreed and Tornado gave a huge smile of relief.
"Thank you so much!"
"But next time, if you come to our railway again, we expect you to be clean," the First insisted and Tornado heard Pendennis groan and Trojan give a snort in response to King Edward I's request.
Tornado just rolled her eyes and sat patiently as the Great Westerns began to prepare for the long journey to Sodor.
Spencer huffed as he stopped by the new Museum at Ulfstead. He scoffed at Stephan as he trundled around the castle slowly.
"You're so slow and useless," Spencer said importantly but Stephan didn't look bothered. He was used to Spencer's constant jabs and insults. He just chuckled.
"Oh you streamlined Pacifics all seem to be so self-important," he said. "Engines were never going to be sleek streamlined at the start. Sometimes you gotta start with something a little rough and tumble like me!"
"Yes, yes you're very cute and all," Spencer said dismissively. He looked over at the huge glass walls of the museum. "Still, I say you should still be in there on display."
"Ah but that would be so boring!" Stephan laughed. "Although your brother doesn't seem to mind it. He's barely left the castle since the time he's been here."
Spencer creased his face very confused.
"Brother? Which brother?"
"The big blue one, ah? What was his name, very rude and nasty to everyone? Bittern was the name," Stephan mused.
"Bittern? Bittern is still on the mainland," Spencer said very confusedly. He looked over and squinted, seeing the vague shape of one of his brothers in blue. "And you've met Bittern. He's a friendly, annoying trickster, he isn't one to be nasty, rude and he's not malicious."
"Well, his nameplate said Bittern," Stephan said. "I assumed he was just having an off-season or something."
Spencer frowned as he stared at the engine in the museum. Something was not right here.
"What was his number?" Spencer asked, immediately suspicious.
Stephan frowned. "He didn't have one, it was covered," he said and Spencer began scowling, suspecting someone immediately.
"Well then, I'd very much like to speak to 'Bittern'," Spencer said, not taking his eyes off of the museum's display.
"Okay, I'll go ask Sir Robert," Stephan said suddenly, very confused at Spencer's mood shifting drastically.
It wasn't long before Sir Robert and his assistants appeared.
"What's this I hear about Bittern being shown in the museum?" Spencer asked.
"Ah yes well an engine was sent here from the mainland for the grand opening by the museum," Sir Robert explained
"Well, it's most certainly not Bittern considering I just saw him at Shildon!" Spencer pointed out.
Sir Robert looked pensive and worried.
"The museum is having… issues. It appears that the Board has overruled Ms Olivia and Mr Stainer and is acting as it sees fit."
"You mean as Mallard sees fit," Spencer corrected looking extremely annoyed.
Sir Robert sighed.
"Never have we had to deal with an engine that can influence humans so… greatly," the Earl said distraught.
"What do you mean?"
"Mallard has control over something that affects humans, we don't know how but-"
"Dark Smoke? I remember Sir Gresley mentioning it once, like a by-product of-" Spencer stopped and glanced around seeing members of the public and Stephan looking very confused.
Sir Robert coughed and looked away.
"Yes but anyway, seems Mallard is using it to influence humans to be submissive, hence the Board of the museum acting strangely and against its directors," he explained. "We're keeping Mallard away from the public as we can't get anyone near Mallard without risking them coming under his influence. He's in that glass display because of it."
Spencer frowned. "What about engines sir?"
"Engines seem to be fine so long as they don't have prolonged contact with him," Sir Robert said. His face morphed into one of concern. "Which is very worrying for the City of Truro."
"What do you mean sir?"
Sir Robert gave a nervous glance to the museum and looked incredibly agitated.
"I normally wouldn't request such a thing but… would you be able to check upon Truro? We humans can't even get near Mallard and we fear the worst," Sir Robert whispered leaning closer to the Silver Engine. "Tornado is working on a plan to free him but, the sooner the better."
Spencer sat stunned for a second, staring at the Earl before giving him a hardened look.
"I'll do my best sir! I'll see what my narcissistic, arrogant little brother is doing," Spencer declared.
Sir Robert nodded to the A4 who was now glaring at where Mallard sat.
Upon entering the closed-off section with Mallard and Truro, Spencer immediately felt a cold and dark presence that made the water in his boiler run cold and his frame freeze.
Dark smoke. He remembered the feeling of when Sir Gresley had shown it to Great Northern and himself back when he was Silver Link.
It had been almost 90 years since he's last seen the cursed stuff but he never forgot the sheer terror and cold that it gave.
Mallard sat before him, content, smug and watching his every move.
"Hello my dear eldest brother," Mallard greeted him with a cold and nasty smile. "Did the Earl ask you to tell me to give him his castle back?"
"No he did not," Spencer said coldly, sizing his little brother up. Spencer looked around and saw the famous Great Western, City of Truro unceremoniously shoved behind Mallard. To Spencer's horror, he saw that the wheels of the engine were clamped tightly, his controls locked and a canister of Dark Smoke bound to his cab.
Spencer flinched back in horror when he saw it. The awful thing made him feel sick, even at a distance.
"City of Truro?" Spencer asked peering down at the smaller engine. "Truro you don't look well, what's wrong?"
Normally the Great Western was always alert, proper and most importantly a complete gentleman, even to engines who disrespected him. He was talkative and pleasant, a wonderful engine to be around, static display or not.
The engine tucked away in the corner however was drowsy, incoherent and acting like he was drugged or had an extreme case of boiler ache. He barely noticed Spencer in the room with them and stared at the ground his expression blank and his face deathly pale.
Spencer glared at his younger brother.
"What did you do to him? What is that thing in his cab? What have you done?" He confronted him angrily. "Release Truro this instant!"
"You know, this precious little engine's soul has such a bank of Gold Dust," Mallard grinned. "It's quite remarkable. I wonder if I found the Great Western's 'Golden Child' as it were."
"Golden- how did you know about that?" Spencer hissed under his breath. "Stop draining Truro's soul now!"
"No I don't think I will," Mallard sneered. "And to think, I was going to just use him as bait to draw in Scotsman. Turns out I got lucky and found two Golden Souled engines."
"Stop this! You'll kill him!" Spencer thundered. Seeing Truro so quiet and so ill-looking put dread in his boiler. "You'll put the other Great Westerns at risk!"
"Dearest brother, I do believe that is the point," Mallard grinned. "Ms Olivia can't keep Scotsman from me forever, he'll come to me and I'll drain his soul too. I'll kill him in that pathetic human form. Then his engine will be free for the taking."
"That's not how Gold Dust works!" Spencer shouted at him. "You can't just leave your engine and take another!"
"And how would you know Silver Link?" Mallard sneered at him, taking Spencer aback. "You failed to impress Sir Gresley and were overlooked in favour of 4498 I seem to recall. Why would a failure like you ever be told knowledge of the Gold Dust?"
Spencer stared at Mallard, shocked, hurt written all over his face. He glared at Mallard.
"Don't bring 4498 into this," Spencer snapped. "Sir Nigel is a good engine, he's the closest we have to our designer right now!"
"It must be embarrassing for you," Mallard pushed with a malicious grin. "Knowing that your younger siblings surpassed you while you and your Silver Siblings got sent for scrap. You're just like that pathetic excuse of an engine, Great Northern!"
Spencer felt like his boiler was about to explode from the numerous feelings in his boiler. Spencer however tried to settle and ease his anger. He managed to calm himself though. Exploding at his brother would not help anything. Especially not Truro.
He bite his lip in an effort to try and calm himself before he gazed over at the helpless City of Truro, who sat in the corner, oblivious and in pain.
It calmed him and refocused his attention on the matter at hand.
"You won't get away with this," Spencer growled. "The Great Western Engines will not take this lightly."
"They can take it up with the empty shell of Mallard then," Mallard said snidely. "Even if some Great Westerns came to save him, I hold control over the golden well at Ulfstead. The wells have dried up on the mainland. Truro won't survive long even if he is freed unless you can find some gold dust."
"You're utterly despicable," Spencer said disgustedly. "I am ashamed to have you as my brother."
Mallard just snorted.
"Good. I wouldn't want to be related to something as pathetic as you anyway," Mallard said venomously. "Something as grand and as important as me shouldn't have to relate to someone as sad and pathetic as you, or that ridiculous Thompson."
Spencer said nothing, afraid to reveal the fate of his friend. North had few friends nowadays, Spencer was in a way, glad to have made up with his cousin, even if it was decades after he had been 'scrapped'.
He was certain that if Mallard knew about North, the blue engine would go after him too.
Spencer just huffed and looked at Truro, who hadn't moved or said anything still in a comatose state. He hadn't even noticed Spencer right in front of him the entire time. He looked back at his brother.
"Merlin would be ashamed of what you've become you know," Was all Spencer said coldly before leaving without another word.
Spencer saw a flash of hurt flash in his younger brother's eyes before the Blue Duck just watched him with a vulgar stare.
Tornado sat quietly in a siding as the Didcot Great Westerns conferred and prepared. She was tired from a 5-hour non-stop run across the mainland to get here to try and recruit help for Sir Robert and Stainer to try and get back control of the Golden Well and free Truro.
She yawned. Pendennis had told her to take a siding and go and rest for the journey back as she would need it. She was grateful for that. She took a siding under a tree overlooking a small valley where sheep were grazing.
It was cozy. Henry would like this place and she smiled as she thought of him and closed her eyes.
It felt like she had barely closed her eyes when a sudden loud shrill voice disturbed her from her sleep.
"What is this stupid fat engine doing here?" A female voice drawled next to her and Tornado was startled but then immediately grew angry.
"Excuse me?!" She exclaimed startled. "What did you call me?"
"I said that you're stupid and fat!" The engine next to her sneered. Tornado glared at her.
"What are you a child?" Tornado grumbled annoyed. "That's no way to speak to someone you've never met!"
"I'll speak to you however I please thank you very much!" The engine scoffed annoyed, her voice snooty and highly strung. "I'm a very important engine don't you know! I'm the newest build on the mainland!"
"So? Every engine was once a new build," Tornado grunted. She had barely met this engine and already her dislike for them was extremely. "Being new isn't all it's cracked up to be, believe me."
The engine humphed annoyingly and Tornado glared at her.
"Who are you anyway?" The smaller engine asked. "You're bulky and ugly and I don't like your shape!"
"Well if you're just going to insult me then I'm definitely not going to tell you," Tornado said with a death stare down at the engine.
"You're probably not that important anyway," The engine said dismissively. "I'm Lady of Legend, the newest build here. I'm special!"
"You're very arrogant is what you are," Tornado sneered. "Now go away you silly little engine."
Lady gave a humph and looked at Tornado with a pouty face like a child.
"You can't tell me to go away, the King Edward's are the only ones who can do that!" She huffed.
"That is incorrect, little Lady," Pendennis scolded Lady as he pulled up alongside them. "And I remember them telling you not to insult visitors to our railway."
Lady pulled a pouty face and glared at Tornado then looked at Pendennis before giving a reluctant, "yes sir."
"I apologise, Ms Tornado," Pendennis said with an embarrassed smile. "Lady of Legend here needs to be taught some manners it seems. Lady, apologise to Tornado."
Lady humphed and looked away, refusing to apologise. Pendennis frowned.
"Lady," he growled angrily in a tone like a parent talking to a disobedient child. "Do I have to call one of the twins here?"
"Fine!" Lady huffed, annoyed. "I'm sorry!" She said not sounding sorry one bit.
Tornado just frowned at her, saying nothing as the engine trundled away in a cloud of angry steam.
"Who was that?" Tornado asked deeply annoyed.
"That was Lady of Legend," Pendennis explained. "She is the newest engine that was built. Only a few years old."
"She's very rude, I dislike her greatly," Tornado said flatly. "I imagine she doesn't go around the mainline like that."
"She's not been on the mainline, she's only done branch lines around Didcot," Pendennis said. "She needs a good day's work but the Twins coddle her too much. She's become spoilt and arrogant."
Tornado humphed. "I'm glad I wasn't like that."
"No Ms Tornado, you were very much the opposite," Pendennis said with a chuckle. "A very anxious and clumsy engine."
"I wasn't clumsy!" Tornado defended, sounding insulted.
"No, you're right, you still are clumsy," Pendennis laughed and Tornado hissed steam at him in response.
"You're worse than Scotsman!" She pouted and Pendennis' laughter died down. His expression turned to one of sadness.
"There's a rumour on the mainland," Pendennis began nervously. "About Flying Scotsman… being gone."
Tornado didn't know what to say. Pendennis was a friend of Scotsman's as much as he was a rival.
"I can't say much, I'm sorry," Tornado said regretfully. "I want to tell you what's going on, but I can't."
"Ah, I see," Pendennis said looking dejected. "Gold Dust matters tend to be like that. I hope that Scotsman is well."
Tornado looked away quietly. PenPen seemed to recognise her distress.
"It distresses you," he said and Tornado sighed.
"I said some unkind things. That I wouldn't accept what was happening to Scotsman," Tornado said guiltily. "I hurt Scotsman, I didn't mean to, I wanted to apologise but then all this happened and I never got the chance. What if something happens to him? What if I never get the chance to say I'm sorry?"
Pendennis gazed at Tornado sadly before giving her a comforting smile.
"Tornado, we all have regrets that we wished we acted upon," he reassured her. "Let's concentrate on saving Truro first. One thing at a time, okay?"
Tornado looked at her old friend and gave him a small smile.
"Okay PenPen," she said and Pendennis beamed at her.
"You've grown up a lot since we first met that night you know? You've become incredibly capable of yourself," Pendennis said appraisingly. "The engine I first met would have never have raced across the mainland by herself like you just did."
Tornado blushed brightly and gave him a shy smile.
"I'm just doing my best," Tornado said.
"Aren't we all?"
Henry found Green Arrow with his tender sticking out of Tidmouth sheds as he came back from pulling his latest goods train. He was supposed to take another out but his eldest brother 5025 had eagerly requested to pull it instead.
It had been years since the great LMS Black 5 had done 'actual work' as he said. Pulling passengers was could and all but the trains never tested him anymore. He wanted a challenge and Henry, not wanting to disappoint his eldest brother gave it to him.
5025 had been so pleased to be pulling a 'proper' train again and despite his age, he'd most certainly impressed the other Sudrian engines and his own crew.
It was what he was made for as he said happily. His enthusiasm rubbed off on Henry who was so used to being mocked by Gordon's insistence on only pulling the express.
He was an engine of strength and power, his rebuild had made him one of the strongest engines on the island and Henry should be proud of that, 5025 had told him.
He stared at Green Arrow for a few moments. He wasn't Arrow's friend but he could see that something was wrong.
"Are you okay?" Henry asked as he rolled in beside the smaller Gresley.
Arrow avoided Henry's eyesight and looked sheepish.
"I just argued with James, that's all," he admitted. "Edward's covering for me."
"That's nice of Edward," Henry said with a smile. "What was the argument about, are you okay now?"
"I guess," Arrow said with a depressed sigh. "It was just about how everyone was so nasty to me when I first came here."
Henry immediately felt guilt for his part in bullying Green Arrow. He also hadn't exactly been that nice to Arrow in the beginning.
"I guess I should apologise for my part in that," Henry admitted. "I wasn't exactly nice to you either."
"Yeah, you weren't," Arrow looked at Henry and saw that he looked somewhat ashamed. "You stopped over time though I noticed."
"Yes well, you eased a lot of stress off of me with the number of jobs you took on," Henry said. "I was so overwhelmed before you came here, having you around was kind of a blessing. I guess I stopped insulting you and just ignored you because I appreciated your help."
"The silent treatment still hurt," Arrow said. "Especially from a Black 5, I always admired the Black 5's strength when I was younger, same with my cousins the P2s. They could do things I could only dream of doing. I never told anyone though. The LMS and LNER rivalry was cutthroat back in the day."
"Really? You admired me?" Henry asked confused and Green Arrow gave him a slight smile.
"Yeah," he said with a slight blush. "It's awkward of me to admit that. I like watching you work Henry."
"So that's why I keep finding you on sidings along my routes," Henry realised. "I thought you were just being a creep."
Green Arrow turned red in embarrassment.
"Oh, I never thought I came off as creepy," he said embarrassed. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's okay," Henry said with a slight laugh. "I just always found it odd. I'm flattered. No one's ever really admired me. I was always the sick or anxious engine to the others."
"Well, I don't see you that way," Arrow smiled, his mood seemed to brighten now.
Henry looked at the smaller engine.
"You know, Gordon always complains about you constantly saying that you're just as strong as him despite your size," He said.
"Oh I know," Green Arrow said with a huff. "He says it to my face constantly too."
"Well, I'd like to test your claim one day if you're up to it," Henry smirked. "Why don't you pull a heavy train with me at some time?"
Green Arrow's eyes light up, his previous depressive state nowhere in sight.
"Oh yes please," he said eagerly. "I'd very much like to prove Gordon wrong."
"You and me both Arrow."
"You Thompson! Get out of my sight, you filthy eye sore!" A loud boisterous voice bellowed at Great Northern.
North looked up from his trucks to see a large blue A4 Pacific with the nameplate, Mallard, riveted to his side.
"I'm working here," North said gruffly before returning to shunting the trucks for one of the V2's express freight trains. "You don't like it then go away."
"Don't you dare talk back to me you ugly unrefined thing!" The Engine, Mallard hissed at him. "I am one of Gresley's most important engines and you're just a-"
The A4 Pacific paused as he suddenly read the nameplate North had on. A cruel and mocking laugh suddenly erupted from Mallard.
"The legendary Great Northern, shunting trucks," he laughed and North grit his teeth and ignored him. "Oh, how the mighty have fallen!"
North continued to ignore the mocking of Mallard. He was used to it by now, the constant and unending insults and jabs of the other Gresley Pacifics.
"Look at you, a horrendous and disgusting piece of scrap metal," Mallard jeered. "What a sad pathetic thing you are, even more so than the Flying Scotsman."
North sighed as the trucks also began laughing at him, finding Mallard's taunts funny.
"The big old express engine North!"
"There he goes back and forth!"
"Shunting carriages and trunks!"
"Now he's not worth a few bucks!"
"SHUT UP!" Great Northern roared suddenly slamming into the consist of trucks with such force and speed that they derailed with a shriek.
Mallard watched on with an amused smirk.
"Dear me," the A4 Pacific said with a tut. "Such a grumpy old man, they really should put you out of your misery Thompson!"
North just glared at Mallard as the trucks giggled and laughed. He reversed out of the way as the yard manager and the railway workers swamped over the tracks to check the derailed trucks.
Mallard followed him, a smirk on his face. Great Northern just glared at him.
"Are you having fun spending time with the little tank engines dearest North?" Mallard teased. "I can't imagine how they must feel sharing a shed with such a large monster."
"Just… leave me alone," North growled angrily at Mallard.
"I should tell Scotsman how pathetic you are next time I see him," the Blue engine jabbed and North rolled his eyes.
"Don't bother, he already knows," North spat angrily. "Don't you have somewhere else to be Mallard?"
"I fear not," Mallard grinned. "Since I became the fastest engine in the world, the directors no longer want to risk any damage coming to their prized engine."
North rolled his eyes annoyed. The young bluebird had been a narcissistic buffoon well before his speed record, now it was intolerable.
"I can't say the same for Flying Scotsman," Mallard said with a malicious grin. "British Railways announced that they're going to scrap him while I am to be preserved."
Great Northern's eyes widen in horror.
"They're what?" he choked out horrified.
"Just wanted to let you know myself," Mallard said gleefully. "Some loons are trying to save him but I doubt it'll work."
North barely heard Mallard as he spoke, dread settling in his boiler. Why would they scrap such a famous engine? If Scotsman was on the table for scrapping then… then what hope did that give the rest of them?
"You'll be next I suspect North," Mallard said dismissively. "About time too I'd say. Surprised you weren't put on the chopping before him. You haven't been useful since the Peppercorns came into service."
"Mallard!" A loud voice called out across the yard and they both looked over to see another A4 Pacific coming towards them looking very annoyed and angry. "What have I told you about antagonising other engines!"
Mallard seemed to shrink and cower at the presence of the new engine. He seemed to bite his lip and move away from it without another word.
Mallard gave North a cynical smirk before hurrying away, the other A4 staring at him with a disapproving gaze.
North simply stared at the track before him dejected and lost.
The newest arrival rolled up and stopped before North, a look of concern on his face.
"Great Northern? Is that you old friend?" The engine asked and North looked up to see Sir Nigel Gresley gazing at him with deep concern.
"Sir Nigel," he croaked out weakly. "Is it true? Is 4472 up for scrap?"
Sir Nigel's face fell and his eyes closed with a sad sigh.
"It unfortunately is, I'm sorry," Sir Nigel confirmed and North felt his eyes burn.
"I was supposed to protect him," North said quietly. "I promised Sir Gresley I would protect him. That I'd give my soul to save his."
"There is a movement to Save Scotsman and it's looking promising, a lot of people want to save him," Sir Nigel assured the saddened engine. "I think it will succeed. The man behind it is extremely passionate and rich. There's even talk of giving him a second tender if he's saved. I think he's aware of just how special Scotsman is."
North barely heard Sir Nigel, his thoughts awash with dread and fear.
"Sir Nigel, if 4472 is at risk then… then what hope does that give the rest of us," North asked the A4 Pacific. "Are we all meant for the scrapyard?"
Sir Nigel just stared at North dejected for a second before he looked up at the cloudy sky.
"I sincerely hope not, dear friend," Sir Nigel said quietly. "But I must admit, things are looking quite grim. Especially if we lose our main source of Gold Dust."
"Sir Gresley's fears for the future will come true then," North said shakily. "A world of soulless mass-produced monstrosities."
"Don't give up hope just yet," Sir Nigel said trying to reassure North although, he could see a deep worry in the A4's weary eyes. "Time will tell."
North said nothing. He just stared at the ground feeling completely and utterly hopeless.
A/N: To clarify if anyone is confused. Lady of Legend is not the Magical Engine, Lady. She's the Saint class Great Western that was built in 2019 at Didcot Railway.
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