The railroads were build in straight lines, there were no smooth curves. Every time they turned, as they exceeded the speed limit, the wagon and the whole body were tossed aside as if they could escape the rails. They were in big trouble as the bumpy wagon was still headed down.
And after a while, they climbed up a hill and the speed was reduced.
Yellowy burst into tears of joy.
“Master, now we seem to be able to live!”
With similar happy thoughts, Weed said:
“But we are really lucky. We did not meet any railroads broken in the middle. For a long time, no one has being using the tunnels and it is a miracle that it still works.”
They went uphill and saw a large cavity of unknown depth, linked together by iron pieces between two cliffs. But the most important part was that the railroads in front were cut off in the middle for about 30 meters at the hole. This was a promise of death.
“Master, to be able experience living was great. I have a request for my baby cows in Morata…”
Yellowy, succumbing to his desperate feelings, left a testament.
It was to take deep care of the young cows with affection and not leave then to die. Weed replied as going up on him.
“So you are going to die meaninglessly. Are you going to following Goldman’s example, who died and made me recreate him?”
Yellowy was touched to receive Weed‘s kind words in his last minutes. Weed, in the end, brought out all his resentment.
“The flesh of the rib-eye will go to waste if you die. Do not give up.”
Weed lowered the bar of the wagon to add momentum. They reached the broken parts of the railroad in the blink of an eye. The mining wagon kept up the pace and flew in a parabolic arc without falling down into the hole. For a very short time, they were flying in the air with a frightening speed and were pushed back on the wagon!
kwag wagwag wagwang!
While sliding the wagon back into the railway, it created a huge spark. The wagon, in the narrow rails, advanced without leaving it in the tunnel.
‘It seems we are not going to die here.”
Yellowy only sighed and in return, Weed, glad that it worked out, said.
“We are really a lucky bunch.”
“…”
“With common sense, that’s true. It has been a long time since it was maintained, and all except that place was fine, and I can do that. It would be normal too if there was something blocking it.”
At that moment, in front of them stood a rock as big as a house and was obscuring and modified the way the trails were going.
“Bump ahead. Get down!”
Weed and Yellowy lowered their body. And the wagon was running towards it at a tremendous pace.
kwagwagwang!
The wagon was smashed into the modifying pit and broke. Weed, to ensure a smooth view, used light sculpture, and his whole body was glowing. The broken grains and debris were shining, and it was demonstration that was an absolutely fascinating spectacle, but they did not even notice it as they went past so quickly.
Weed said.
“But I sure am a lucky one…”
Kwagwang!
“It’s been twice the case.”
“Like f***! …”
The wagon, as chunks of its parts were coming off, was slowing down. The front of the wagon was broken and Yellowy and Weed had lost some health from the impact. Without his resilience and his perseverance, it could have been really dangerous. Weed, in many ways, was thankful that Yellowy was in front to suffer a greater damage to health!
“Still, it is all thanks to the modifications. Anyway, we are alive…”
Just as that was said, they saw that the rails were cut off in the end. And in front, a wall appeared!
Huhuhuhu!
Yellowy cried out.
It was tough to think that this was the last moment of his life.
“Light fly!”
After Goldman died, the Wings of Light returned back to Weed.
Weed was able to believe they won’t die because of the Wings of Light!
To tease Yellowy, Weed was saying this or that, but he still held his body as the wings unfold and they were waiting for the right moment.
Weed and Yellowy, having confirmed it was time, escaped from the wagon and, at the same time, the Wings of Light emitted a brilliant light and they flew up.
The wagon bumped into the wall and was pushed back more than 40 meters, as its body began to fall apart. Then, after a short moment, the wagon hit a rock and fell completely apart.
Weed, while flapping the Wings of Light, said:
“We’re safe. But, we are still a bit far from getting to the right place.”
Yellowy was happy to have finally landed safely, but he was still too afraid to say anything, in fear that something terrible would happen.
“Yellowy, how about taking another wagon ride when we get back?”