Chapter 1
Bruce Hamilton sat gingerly next to the old woman on the bench as he waited for the bus.
It’s the last place he wanted to sit. All the other seats were taken so he didn’t have much choice.
The bench looked ready to fall apart though it was new and shining with steel. It was like everything around her was eaten up by her personality, turning dark gray as she touched it. The woman turned and smiled a surprisingly warm smile. Bruce winced, turned his head and went on his business of staring at the road as if that was going to hurry up the bus.
“Hello, lovely day isn’t it?”
He nodded. It was all the politeness he could muster up.
“But it isn’t as nice as it is in my mind.”
Warning! Alert! This woman was crazy. He wished that he brought headphones to drown out the noise. There was always someone like her around and they usually ended up talking to him for some reason.
“There’s dragons. Oh. Not like the ones you know. And they can turn into beings of light.”
This is where Bruce stopped listening to what the woman was saying. Well at least try to. It is hard not to hear what someone as crazy as that is talking about. He couldn’t help but wonder when men in white would drag her off where she belonged. He also was starting to ponder why so many crazy people ended up at the bus station. He laughed in his head when the idea that there must be a bus that sends people to Crazy around here.
“Sometimes I visit them there. It’s a wonderful place. So full of color and life. There is a dragon for every color of the rainbow. They represent emotions you know. Like red can be anger,
or love. Pretty much any emotion you associate with that color. They are all so beautiful. Even the ones that everyone things of as a bad emotion. Well let me tell you they aren’t bad! They are there for a reason.”
Bruce sighed, though he wasn’t responding to her babbling the woman just kept going on.
Maybe looking at his watch will give her the point to shut up he thought as he glanced at his wrist and then yawned.
“I saw the castle of the king and queen of the land. You never known two that had been so opposite of each other. It seems strange that anyone could love someone who pretty much is the
embodiment of depression. But she is love. I guess it seems fitting.”
Bruce started to stretch and lean back. There wasn’t anything to do but listen to this lady's story. Part of him wondered what made her like that. But something about what she was saying
was beginning to get to him. Bruce swore he saw some sort of strange yellow aura coming from her. It was probably just the street lamp that just came on. It was getting dark.
“I met the Blackdragon standing by the lake of death . He is the depression dragon Hes not all that you would think of a man like this. A smooth talker. How else would someone get you to feel something we all rather not?”
This story was rather interesting he thought to himself. Just what did she mean by the lake of death? Perhaps this woman wasn’t crazy like he first thought. She seemed very creative. But
why was she telling him instead of writing it down? Perhaps she was just lonely.
“You see in my mind, there is two lakes. The lake of death and the lake of life. Why? Well Everyone will die someday. There is also a seed of new life within each of us. Even if we never
sire a child there is nobody who will not leave some sort of imprint on the world.”
He looked up and over at the woman, somehow she looked different. A young face.
Her hair was shimmering purple and dark black eyes that seemed dark like a black hole. What had made him think he was looking at an old woman before? He must need glasses.
“Your bus seems to have come while I babbled your ear off. I hope your journey is a pleasant one.”
Bruce hadn’t even heard the bus coming he was so riveted by the woman’s story. He got up and started to go for the bus. But why did he need to leave now? It wasn’t like he was in a big hurry to go home. He looked behind him and the woman wasn’t even there anymore! Bruce shook his head. Already found herself someone else to talk to he guessed as he walked into the bus for the ride home.
