“This could be our last chance. Why don’t we just take it?” Asked john’s brother in haste. John stood tall in the train station scanning the mystical train. It was purple and red and had vines surrounding the walls and roof. There were random eyes and claws attached to the walls as well as weird drawings of creatures.

The brothers stood in front of the train while people surrounded them walking in different directions to their designated trains or exits. To the people, the train was a wall, and they just saw the brothers staring at it.

“Fine,” they quickly entered the train and sat down in chairs. John looked to his brother, James and hoped he had been right about the train.

John looked to the table and suddenly a brochure appeared. John picked it up; ‘Welcome To The Mythical Vine Train’ it read. He continued to open it and read what was on the inside.

When he was done, he looked up to his brother with wide eyes. James looked at him and became curious and concerned.

“What?”

“You were wrong. We are not going to Heiromaland (hi-roe-may-land)!”

“WHAT!!”

“SHHHHH!” Hushed John, excusing themselves to others.

“What?!” Asked James, now whispering.

“We are going to Dragatain!” Cheered John.

“What?!! Yesss!! Even better than I thought! We will have so many opportunities to start our shop!” Exclaimed his brother.

“This is great for us! We will finally make a life of our own. Good job brother. Good job.”