[center][h1]The Stellar Express[/h1][/center]

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His home was a wreck and he just wanted to get away. So, when the night was right, he finally went through with it. Leaving everything behind Edwin took off into the darkness and did not dare glimpse back. He had no destination in mind. Wherever he ended up was where he ended up. Anything was better than being driven mad by those who were supposed to care about him the most.

Hours passed and the woods which blanketed Edwin from the moon's light dissipated. A field stretched out before him, the slight breeze tilting its grass. It was then that he was first able to appreciate the stars in the night sky, how they sprinkled its black canvas like glitter. Edwin kept his head up for as long as his neck would support it. Once he was satisfied, he started to rest his gaze.

Rocketing his eyes back up was the howl of a whistle followed by the screech of...brakes? Edwin was petrified by disbelief as descending from the sky, taking form from a swarm of tiny lights, was what appeared to be a steam engine pulling a line of coaches. The train came to a stop right before him and the door to one of its many coaches opened. Edwin peered inside to see if there were any passengers. No one greeted him.

Edwin remained motionless for well over fifteen minutes. The train did not move. 

"Fine," he conceded.

Would he regret his next decision? Only time had the answer. Reminding himself that he had nothing to lose he climbed into the coach. The door gently closed behind him and the train started.

As he settled into his seat, the soft leather massaging the tense nerves in his back, Edwin lost the apprehension he felt. He looked out the window and watched as the field passed him by. Tiredness overtook him and his eyes creaked shut. He was sure he would be fine no matter where the train was headed.

"Welcome," a nurturing voice crawled into his ear. "Enjoy your trip."

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There is a field on which no building may stand, in which no tree may grow. A field where hundreds of people have allegedly vanished over the years. While no one knows the exact reason behind this phenomenon, local townsfolk have frequently reported the passing of a train in the thick of the night. Strange as no tracks run through the area.

The next day a bed that should have been slept in is found empty and another community is left wondering why.

Over the years a sort of folktale has sprung. They say that a train sent from the heavens drops onto the earth to pick up those who truly feel displaced and to take them where they are meant to be. However, this is only a tale crafted from the mouths of the superstitious and bolstered into theory by the need for an explanation.

Those who remain do not know if there is really a train that stops in the field affectionately named the Station of the Taken by locals. They aren't too eager to find out either as all of its trips have been one way.