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"Some things have to end, for better things to start."
The train station was bustling with people, people rushing to say goodbye to their loved ones. Children were being sent away from their family to the countryside and safe houses because of the air-raids and dangers of the war. The air was thick with the sounds of crying and shouting, as families tried to make their farewell before it was too late. The chaos showed what impact war have on innocent minds, especially children.
The smoke from the engine drifted after the heads of the chattering crowd, mothers' trying to stay strong for the sake of their children, assuring them that everything was going it be all right and that they would meet soon, that they would see their father soon who had gone off to fight in the war. Even though they had no confirmation of that. There was only hope. Hope such as the flame of a candle kept out in the open. Barely holding on. About to be blown out with a soft gush of wind.
Admist the crowd stood four siblings, clutching their bags tightly in their hands, looking around to make sense of what was happening.
The youngest, Lucy, who had never seen so many people in one place found the noise to be extremely overwhelming, and the fact that she was being sent away from the warm embrace of her mother didn't help. Her soft blue eyes held nothing but fear and sadness for she was only ten years old and the departure was not at all pleasant. But there was so little of a relief that she was going to be with her older siblings who were as equally scared as her if not less. She wore a hat, which hid most of her short brown hair, clutching her bag in her hand tightly. A small part of her was however excited for what awaited her; how would be the professor's house? How would it be at the countryside? What would she see? Would she meet any new people? Oh boy, liittle did she know!
The youngest brother, Edmund, had been affected by the war worst in comparison to his other siblings. He had always been so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic, humour, reserve, and caprice, but the war brought out his rude side, he always had an annoyed expression on his face, an eye roll being a bonus. He was often rude to his younger sister Lucy, which lead to him being scolded by either his elder siblings or his mother, he wished his father had been there too even if it was to scold him. His brown eyes skimmed the platform quickly, being rather sharp, having a mischievous glint to it, shut off from the rest of the world. His eyes held nothing but annoyance, or thats what he tried to show others. If one observed carefully, they would notice that he was scared as well, after all leaving your family wasn't such an easy task.
The second eldest, Susan, had an arm around her sister's shoulder in the attempt of comforting her. She would be lying if she said she wasn't frightened, the tears in her blue eyes threatening to fall would give her away. Her brown hair, being a little longer than shoulder length, framed her face perfectly. She was as smart as she was beautiful. Being one of the eldest, she knew that had responsibility over her shoulders. Along with her elder brother, now she had to make sure that they all were well and good. She felt a lump in her throat as she realised that she might never see her mother again, but quickly pushed away the thought out of her mind, however it lingered there like a heavy weight.
