Clunking and screeching; the engine fired up, propelling the sleek, fabled train pioneered by the engineers of Hescurg, down to the track leading to the capital.
In contrast to the lively train bright with warm light, was the storm obscuring the forest outside. Even after the train had left, the sound of the noisy engines echoed throughout the night, till the deep booms of its strong thrusts faded into the harsh storm.
The thick layer of mist along with the hale violently swirled across the now-empty track as the thunder roared.
Staring outside the window was a small child who was on her mother's lap.
"How long will it take till we see Papa?" The child asked, glancing at her mother who was also looking at the window beside her.
"Don't worry. We'll get there before you realize it."
There was chattering on the train, discussing their journeys and even praises about the innovation brought about by Maori.
