A Beacon of Hope
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Asha laid in her bed, staring at the clock on the wall of her small room. The airship had picked her up about a day ago, and Asha had expected that the airship would have arrived and delivered her at Beacon about a day ago as well. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The genius who had planned the airship route had arranged a zig-zagging route across all the continents with no sort of fuel conservation or time efficiency in mind. Asha wasn't sure whether the first trial at Beacon was a test of patience to see how long the young lady could bear sitting in a tiny room without her luggage waiting for her arrival and the first step towards a new life, or whether or not the people in charge at Beacon were imbeciles. Perhaps both.
Luggage had been stored safely away from Asha in the underbelly of the titanic commercial airship- as such, Asha only had her prized weapon with her in the room. To call it a "room" was an overstatement- the small chamber was more like elbow space, a cramped space with only a bed, a nightstand, and a small minifridge with a pitiful variety of food (and by pitiful, she meant two). There was also a bathroom, with the door to it jammed in the only place that wasn't a wall- above the headboard of the bed. Brilliance in engineering, of course.
Asha was painfully bored. Airship policy had it so she was stuck in the room while the airship was at max speed- which the airship had been in for the past two hours. Hence, she was confined like a prisoner to her little room, with no tools to use or toys to fiddle with. She had to content herself to stare at the lightbulb on the roof. Some entertainment.
Suddenly, a crackling noise was heard. Ash glared towards the pitifully small, low-quality loudspeaker propped up in the corner of the room. Finally! Something was happening.
"All passengers, we will be arriving at Beacon Academy shortly. You may now leave your rooms and wander about while we activate our landing gear. We should touch down in no more than ten minutes. Thanks for your patience."
Ash leaped from her bed with enthusiasm. She dusted off her clothes- a brown shirt and chocolate leather jacket, along with a skirt and a tall pair of boots- from the lack of movement in the past few hours, before opening the door and striding out to the viewing gallery.
The viewing gallery was the center of the airship- a long bridge with semicircular windows that gave a nice view of land beneath them. She approached said windows, gazing out at the lush forests below. In the distance, she could see arching stone castles and a large tower- no doubt the revered Beacon Academy.
She got lost in the scene before her. As a machinist and tinkerer, nature had become an afterthought for many of her years. It was good to experience it again.
She was so caught up in the scene, in fact, she lost all sense of her surroundings. No doubt were other people coming out to get a nice leg stretch and look at the view.
It was quite pretty, after all.