Clementine:
The door had shut. I held the key tightly, making sure it was not seen.
I pressed my palm against my thigh so the cameras would not catch the shape of it.
The realization settled heavily in my chest. All this time I had believed that the train forced us to follow the rules, but now I understood the truth.
It was never the train. It had always been the academy, the headmaster, and the ringleaders watching us, deciding who followed the rules and who needed to be punished.
As I lowered myself onto the corner seats, I realized the carriage felt colder than usual.
I had never been alone in this carriage or in the entire train. When I looked outside, memories hit me.
The magical train, all of the crusaders meeting each other for the first time in the hall, Haiden, Yorick, and Troy finally getting along with me, and meeting Ian in the prison.
My thoughts then shifted to the first mission in the woods and the faun.
We had been so innocent when we first arrived, but now we knew so much.
I remembered the way the train had left people behind. It was all decided by the ringleaders. How did I never think about it, I wondered.
"They are called the ringleaders for a reason," I mumbled, almost laughing at my own stupidity.
"Remember how they left that pregnant girl behind, the whole tape of it," my wolf remarked. "That was one of the titles I read on one of the tapes, the birth of her child."
As the train continued to move, I kept having these flashbacks.
The fear of never being able to return lingered, especially now that monsters were not the only thing I was going to face.
What Miss Rue told me about the ringleaders and the headmaster had also stayed with me.
Then I noticed that the train had been moving for far more than twenty minutes, probably an hour. That had never happened before.
The outside was foggy to the point I could not see anything, until a sudden jolt told me that the train had begun to stop.
I stood up carefully, steadying myself, and when I looked through the window as the train finally stopped, my eyes widened.
This was nothing like the regular side of the north.
As soon as the door opened and I stepped out, the cold hit my face.
It was a storm, but not the dusty one that would blind me, even when the area around me seemed like it should have been covered in dust.
The air was heavy with moisture, and I could see my breath leaving my mouth. Fog hung low across the ground.
Tall buildings stretched upward like dark pillars, nothing like the other side of the north.
This place was covered in black and grey hues. The tracks ran through the middle of the deserted streets.
The train had not stopped at a station at all. Half of the train was still inside a narrow street, and the back end disappeared behind me into another street.
There were no platforms, no lights, no signs.
I wrapped my arms around myself as I felt the cold reaching my body.
This was the dark side of the north. The side Haiden, Yorick, and Troy had told me about when they left Oriana here.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the map. Then I realized everything.
The ringleaders had known it. If I had known the path, I would have reached the castle quickly. If I did not, I would be lost.


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