Well that book was over, she didn't think it would take this long to get to wherever they were going, these people were meant to be wizards, but it was a bit odd that the train was still a steam train. Also that so many people were completely uninterested in what caused magic, she'd asked around but nobody really knew or wanted to find out.

Elena pulled her hood further over her head, she was seriously considering jumping off the train and running for it. She could figure out magic on her own terms, without having to worry about other people and their reaction to a street kid with blue hair. They were probably all rich witches and wizards, or at least wealthy enough that she would get treated like dirt. So she just sat there alone and cold.

So, she had picked a shadowy car away from everyone else, where she wouldn't bump into anyone, or at least she hoped she wouldn't bump into anyone. Although it was slowly driving her crazy, the shadows seemed to be to long and dark. So she sighed and pulled her knees to her chest.The tune of battlefield went through her head, so she started to sing along, it made her feel a little bit better.

"We carry on through this storm, tired soldiers in this war, remember what we're fighting for."