THE ETERNAL DRAGON
CHAPTER 1 | My name is John

Boston in 2022 in a city park near Harvard University, on a park bench appears a young man who looks to be in his twenties sitting while his hand draws a sketch on paper with a pencil. Sometimes he looked in front of him to see children playing in the park.

Spring, sunny weather with warm air makes humans excited in the activity. The young man wearing a simple t-shirt in a jeans suit looks to cost no more than 50 dollars, long-haired shoulder-length draped. A mustache and a thin beard adorned the young man's face. The passerby in front of him would probably think he was a vagrant because of his appearance.

Not long after, a beautiful woman in her twenties walked past in front of the young man, just after passing by him, she suddenly stopped, then turned to the drawing paper the young man saw the sketch drawing made by him.

“Sketsamu nice. You are talented drawing” said the woman opened the conversation then raised her face looking at the young man. Then he looked around, as if he wanted to find something.

The young man stopped his work, then raised his head looking at the woman then replied “Thank you.” Then he resumed his work of drawing his sketches.

The woman still looked around her, then sighed and walked up to the young man and asked “Can I sit here?”

“Please” replied the young man briefly without turning his head.

The woman sat down next to the young man, opened her bag and took out a few books, a loaf of bread

sandwiches and bottles. Then he put the books on the bench between the two of them, and began to open the sandwich bread.

“Do you want a sandwich? Sorry I only brought one. But I can share it if you want.” said the woman next.

“No, thank you” said the young man by turning a little and then back forward the sketches.

How arrogant this guy thought the woman was furrowing her eyebrows. Then he didn't care about devouring his own sandwich bread. During her devouring of bread, this woman kept turning her head looking towards the road in the garden. It seems he is waiting for someone.

Shortly after her phone rang, this woman reached into her phone from inside the bag and then looked

name “Cindy history lecturer” then answer it. “Halo bu” replied the woman as she stood up.

“Sara, where are you?” ask a woman named Cindy across the phone.

“I've been in the city park bu as per mother” request replied the woman named Sara

“Alright, wait for mom there. Mom arrives soon” said Cindy back while hanging up the phone.

Sara returned to her stool, then observed the young man while asking” Have we ever met?”

The young man raised his face looking at Sara while thinking for a while. “I don't think” said as he continued his picture.

I think I've seen this guy's face, but I don't know where. Sara thought hard remembering, however

she was helpless and finally gave up and said “Then introduce my name Sara” while sticking her hand towards the young man.

The deg!

The young man stopped his work. Sara. This name was no stranger to him. He immediately looked in the direction

Sara, examine his face. Sara had a very beautiful face for a woman her age, her skin was white with a charming sweet smile and her scent that made the man nearby was lulled by the scent.

“My name is John” he replied while shaking Sara's hand but his eyes still looked at Sara's face, which made his cheeks become red with blush.

“Ah, why are you looking at me like that?” Sara turned her face hiding the nervousness because

john's View.

John looked at Sara's appearance, then looked towards the pile of books next to her that read “History

dunia”.

“Ah Sorry. You studied history?” john's question removed Sara's awkwardness.

“No. But I think the history written at this time is not entirely true” said John back with a smile.

This was the first time Sara saw the young man's smile. The arrogant impression when you first meet is gone. Sara felt a warm smile touch her heart.

“Can't we've met before?” sara asked, wondering back.

John tries to remember his past, then says “It doesn't feel”, but John is sure he has

meet him somewhere in the past.

“Alright, it looks like you are waiting for someone, then I go first” continued John while standing and soon passed.

“See you again” says Sara while waving her hand.

John only smiled as he turned to look at Sara who waved his hand, then turned around and left.

Just then, a few steps running John heard Sara's scream “Bu Cindy, I'm here!”

“Hai Sara!” said a woman who was in front of John waving her hand. John and Cindy look at each other before crossing each other.

The deg!

Cindy was silent for a moment, her face looked startled as if bewitched. He turned to look at John's back,

as if he recognized her. Cindy stared at John's back which passed away. Who is he, he thought.

Cindy's mind was blown away by Sara's voice approaching her “Mom knows the man?”

“Who?” asked Cindy while looking at Sara who had been standing next to her.

“The person. His name is John” Sara explained.

“John?” cindy's face furrowed her brows, for some reason she felt she had heard that name. And

his face, at first glance, was very familiar but nowhere.

“Ah, stop. Let's discuss your thesis. Let's sit” take Cindy with them

the park bench earlier, giving up from the search of his mind.

John, why does it seem like I've heard your name.

Then Cindy and Sara continue their discussion of history which will be Sara's final assignment. Cindy and Sara, despite their age, can be familiar because they are from the same city, Terrace City, British Columbia Canada.

In the afternoon, their discussion had ended. Sara returns to the apartment where she lives, as does Cindy back to her residential lecturer housing while teaching at Harvard University.

The next night Sara, who was working on her final task, remembered the words John had met her at

the garden that history is written today is not entirely true. This made Sara think hard with those words. Why is this history not true? What about real history?

Question after question came to his mind, making him doubtful and dissatisfied at the answer he had

get the. This makes Sara stop her task, she tries to sleep hoping to meet John again the next day to ask about his words.

Meanwhile, Cindy was unable to sleep at home. In his mind he was trying to remember John's face and name. Where have I met him?. Why is this name not foreign to me?