Well im just curious if i can find some readers for this novel im doing. i've been working on it for some time and my screen name is the same as the main character but the similarites end there. Anyways this is the first Chapter of the book as it stands now, i still have yet to finish the second part, let alone go back through so this is a very rough draft but anyone interested about the first chapter please feel to contact me and i'll email the story to you My Gmail account is luis8833369dino@gmail.com for anyone wishing to reach me. and no my name is not luis just another character from the New Earth story. Anyways enjoy the reading and thank you for the time.

New Earth
Dragon Eyes
The Awakening

Chapter 1 Welcome
The bus steadily loaded with recruits. One, with his blond hair and noticeably in his late teens; scanned the seats. He spotted another person whose eyes covered by an ear-warming band. Quickly he took his place beside him “Hey Dragon,” he casually spoke to his neighbor. “John” was all that Dragon said dully, as though he was waiting for John. John looked more closely at Dragon whose most noticeable trait was his eyes. Dragon Eyes was his given and true name and they were his gift and curse. John recalled how long it took most to calm down from Dragon’s stare, even though Dragon’s sight had guided John and many others as safely as possible to the boundary of the war, the eastern shore of the Mississippi. Dragon’s dark hair, shouting out in whatever way it pleased, soot covered face, much alike the old chimney sweeps, and his torn rag like clothes of a street beggar. John remembered the journey they had taken that had created this image. Only last night did he too bare the homeless image, yet he had a chance to clean up from their three-month journey. Though if Dragon had not been willing to help, John and almost a hundred others would have perished at the hordes of the enemy. “So, Dragon, how did you see me?” John asked wearily.
“X-ray, but everyone looks the same as bones, you still have those loud sneakers.” Dragon grinded
“Yeah couldn’t find any new ones.” John spoke more confidently reacting to Dragon’s mood. The bus engine began to roar to life, John look up and scanned the seats. The only true military personal was a single guard with an M-16. “Well, only one gun on top side.”
“Then let’s hope no trouble happens.” Dragon lifted his ear band exposing his eyes. They were a sight to see, beyond easy description unless you had been lucky enough to meet a dragon. The dragons, of myth, themselves where rare, and preferred to hide, John had only seen one and he was trying to tutor Dragon. They shared the same unnatural eyes, where a normal man’s pupil a colorful center lies, as a circle it had mixture of violet and dark blue, from this round center it could expand vertically to look like a cat’s eye. Alternatively, it expanded horizontally still taking the form of a cat’s eye, as though viewing a cat lying sideways. Sometimes it would have expanded both ways, or in a complete circle. Covering his real pupil, this was the size of what is normally the iris. This bizarre mutation allowed Dragon to see in different light waves depending on how his eye colored membrane covered his large black pupil. At least that was everyone’s best guess, a doctor on the journey, spent days trying to explain Dragon’s ability to focus on different light waves. This was the most accepted, although this explanation lacked any reasoning for why Dragon could no longer see in our limited length of color. He saw color, though he told around the fire how the trees where so, yellow or blue, although he knew they where green.
Dragon stared out the window concentrating, focusing onto one of the many levels of light. John now noticed that Dragon had seated himself facing to the west; the Mississippi was perhaps half a mile away, to look out for danger as he always did. Talking grew steadily louder as people became acquainted with each other.
“You all better hope I have your back. Back home I’m a strait-shot, mother fucking, bad ass.” The voice belongs to a man farther back and had a very Westside gangster tone. Some snickered and gave remarks of disbelief
“So, where is your ‘bad ass’ from?” said another urban street voice, though it sounded as though they knew each other.
“The concrete streets of the Bronx” many laughed at something.
A person in front of John and Dragon spoke to them, “so where you two from?” John responded, “No where special, just near the Rockies.” John sounded as though he was talking about the weather.
“You love attention don’t you?” Dragon said in dry disappointment
“Only when it doesn’t kill me,” John returned, as finally the new guest thought of a response, “Very sick, no one survived the assault.” Dragon snorted then looked toward the speaker, who tried to leap back he was hindered by the seat in front of him. Dragon voice was cold, “no doubt the government shall attempt to reclaim the Lost West and regain its Manifest Destiny, but in that path many Orc will be feed in their favorable appetites by human flesh.”
John’s face went stern, he flashed back to the images of Orcs. At first, glace one would have thought it was a miniature Bigfoot in leather armor or a biker suit, until you stared it in the face. It was hideous, a wild boar face, furred, tusked and covered in dry blood. John recalled their longhaired bodies of brown and black, and the stench of burned flesh. He could then hear their snorts and shrieks, as they seemed to argue over a kill. John forced himself back to the present, he did not want to see any more, but he knew he would.
“What…What are you?” their neighbor had regain his voice, barely, and all of his attention on Dragon. John understood this shock of seeing Dragon’s eyes, after Dragon had saved him from Orcs, on the ‘Dawning’ as that day was titled; it took him a while to trust Dragon. However, he still felt as though Dragon was hiding something, something different and dangerous, even though he had befriended Dragon.
“I’m a New Breed mutant.” Dragon was well rehearsed on how to describe this odd phrase, and he had all ears, John just noticed, there was no more ideal chatter to the front or back. “This means I’m part of the new races by the Dawning’s mutation. There are others like me, some changed to the New Breed, while others mutated into new forms. Most within the bombs rang were mutated the forms sometimes barely human. You all should know that most mutates are hostile, but there are the exceptions.” The silence was becoming eerie, Dragon spoke louder, “Since I have the silence of the Lambs, you may ask questions about the New World you shall be stepping into soon.”
After a few minutes silence someone spoke, “What…who are the New Breed?”
“The New Breed, are the new races and creatures created by someone who calls himself the Lord. The New Breed arises from the old legends and myths of humanity. And as far as I know they exist across the globe now, the Lord is waging a war against humanity. Many of the darker creatures of myth assist him, there are however New Breed that could be allies and save this world, as well as their own.” Dragon had learned the information form Lemus an Elf and friend, and Dragon felt obligated to spread his word. ‘We are of two different worlds, but that should not stop us from saving them.’ He said that so often that Dragon now lived by them.
“What about these hairy monsters we all heard of?”
“Orcs? John could tell you better,” Dragon turned back to the window. John’s face was pale, “well…” John carefully retold everything he could remember about Orcs, their smell, figure, the favorite meal (human flesh), and their love of blood shed. This often made Orc more eager to have close range combat, clubs, knives, and what ever they could find to bloody up their victim before devouring their flesh.
“John, company,” Dragon, pointed towards some westward woods.
“How many?” John’s eyes now attempted to focus into the green. Several surrounding their seat began to question with, who and what.
“Six, it is scouting party, and they’re moving quickly down the road.” Dragon spoke as the engine was whining down, “DON’T STOP!” Dragon scowled to the driver who quickly sped the bus back up. “Moron, well be lucky if they didn’t notice.”
“How worn out are they?” John inquired
“Not very, I bet the main group is ahead.”
“I’ll bet a ration, they’ll strike in the next two minutes.” John said audibly as he started his watch.
“Ration? John if you get that guards gun to me I’ll give you that PDA and I wager five minutes until impact.” Dragon spoke confidence.
John recalled the little device that was given to them and contained an encyclopedia of mythical beats. It contained everything they had run into so far. “Hell, I’ll get your sword for that.” John stood up and made his way to the front. “Hey! Guard!” the guard was facing toward where the unseen threat lied. “We have—“
“SHIT! DOWN!” Glass shattered as bullets hit the west side of the bus. John had duck, as he was use to with a fraction of the sentence. The guard’s bloody body fell forward on to the seat. John reached for the dead man’s gun and quickly pulled it to himself turning on the safety. “Hey, Dragon!” John then fought to maintain his balance as the bus hit as large bump. “Safety First!” John yelled as he threw the gun to Dragon, he grinned remembering how many times Dragon had chewed on him for having the safety on.
“You never listen…. I’m glad.” Dragon clicked the safety off and took position. John once more heard the bus whine as it shifted down. He turned to look at the driver. A trail of blood leaking slowly out of his lower side, without speed they were good as dead. John leaped and slammed his hand hard on the top of operator’s foot and on to the gas. The engine roared to life, swaying with feeble control. “Can you move?” John pointedly asked the driver. He nodded weakly, “Good, I want you to move quickly to another seat. Ok?” the man nodded again. He attempted to stand then fell on top of John. The bus fish-tailed violently tossing people into the aisle.
“John, who taught you how to drive!” Dragon called from further back tangled in the aisle with others. “LET-OFF-THE-GAS!” he shouted in his attempts to get up it the mess. John slowly pulled his arm off the pedal with effort as the drives fat legs acted like dead weights. The bus once more began to slow. It was coming under control then John heard the bus pick up speed again and looked up. A woman had taken the driver seat. She looked at John, “thought you could use some help.” Gunshots and screams came form the back of the bus, as more round plummeted glass and body. John look at his watch time seemed to have flown by it was at five minutes and twenty seconds. Three-minutes of hell, a normal event to John and Dragon but never the less bloody every time.
“For all of you still breathing, I like to welcome you to the New Earth War, your new hell.” Dragon spoke coolly with the blood-covered seats around him.