The shadows began within a mile after stepping out of Narcissus Forest. They would appear then disappear. Angel seemed to be unfazed but Dontarious’s eyes darted back and forth.
The tracks lead to the left and rose at a fifteen degrees. Within a half mile the two were looking over the Shadowlands.
“You said, humans built this land?” Dontarious asked.
Angel stopped, immediately, and turned. “Built, no… we built this land. You humans influenced the land with your technology magic.”
“Technology is not magic…” Dontarious began to argue but stopped. Angel’s face twisted. “Legendary creatures are a bit naive,” he continued to say under his breath.
After moments of awkward silence Dontarious stepped forward and continued to follow the tracks toward a long, wooden railroad bridge. Below the bridge he could see a city. The buildings were mud and brick but in the darkness of the morning he could see electric lights.
“Can we ask some questions in the city below?”
Dontarious looked around but Angel had left him. Moments later, he found him making his way down a set of stairs toward the small city.
The rain fell hard causing the wooden steps to be a bit slick. Angel walked expertly with his three-toed claws as Dontarious struggled. The soles had been worn-down over time. His earthly job involved long hours on his feet. It didn’t help that rain had forced his feet to swim.
For the first time he got to take a good look at this monster. Angel’s wings spread several feet out when at rest. Dontarious had not seen him fly yet. Angel had long red hair draping over the thin bones that made up the wings. He wore a dirty, white linen tied around the waist with a rope. He was slightly taller than Dontarious at six-feet. He looked human, as much as possible with the wings.
“What are we walking into?” Dontarious shouted as the rain clobbered the ground.
“You want to find your wife,” Angel said, “then we need to figure out where that train went. I have some friends down in Yanfis.”