Each day was like putting together a puzzle, without knowing what picture it formed. He knew he had all the pieces. He knew he would figure it out in time. But there was no guide to help him, no end goal or instructions—only daily guesses.
As I stare at a reflection of the moon and stars on the pond’s surface, a blue mist begins to form in the center. Without a sound it swirls around itself and grows, until it forms a translucent blue dragon.
Millions of people were dying of dehydration. Those who were fortunate enough to catch a rain shower faced attacks from those who had none. Water had become more valuable than money ever was.
The legendary man who won’t die. His hero. His mentor. “I’m not telling you where he is.” She laughed too hard for his liking.
“But if you carry the knowledge that you actually finished this race throughout your life, who knows what all you might finish?”