Two Rivers

The Doctor walk towards the pale road. Shadow outcasts him from the light that shines his behind. Woe is he that the immaculate had left him days ago and he, as a Doctor who took his oath undesired to do what he must, did what he should not. Woe is he, the Doctor who kept rambling through the darkness of his conscience.

I must say that he spoke in a manner unmannered to anyone who knew him. I said he a Doctor as he is dressed as one. White coat, his name on the plate just swinging from his left chest. His bag, a bag of a Doctor but the things there I did not see. or hear. or even mumble what is. I was a little afraid of Doctors but I guess it wasnt too late for me to get acquainted by his. I started to speak to the Doctor and asked him about things that I thought would be wise for me to ask of a Doctor such as he.

I did.

He answered in a well mannered fashion and I liked it. He is an intellect, presumably. I thought. He is a man of knowledge, said I.

I was glad that I got to tell him my side and I, his side. Oh what a great day it has been but wait. It is the evening I thought.

The shadow of myself from the lampost of the pale pavement ensures me that it is either a great night and a gloomy night. Neither felt dangerous at all and was amused by it, in fact.

We cross the bridge connecting the Old Baliway and the New Baliway in between the river of styx. Oh what a great river it is at the morn. When I wake up and smell it. I can sense that unfathomed smell of the heavens.

Good gracious. I thought for myself that I should enlarge more than I thought I should. The tapestries between the bridge were little than I imagined and at the morning they were bigger. Was it the sunlight? or because the moon rises to encompass the sky?

Oh the sky. The stars shine like a diamond in the sky at night. It gives me hope. Fervor my longings and fuel my senses. It was a shame though, that this night, tonight, stars arent brighten but concealed in my eyes.

The Doctor and I continued to walk past the bridge and when we reach the land, I felt dizzy.

Dizzy. Dizzy. Dizzy. I fell on the pale pavement. The Doctor went on to check me and nodded his head.

Am I dead? Certainly not. Certainly the Doctor cured me and helped me wake. He did as I thought.

I woke up in my bed, sweating profously. Oh what a night. Perhaps, my drinking of energy drinks came at me last night.

I jumped from my bed and into the window pane of my room. My apartment. The sun strikes its first rays. I quickly gaze at the clock on the wall of my room.

6:06. A time. Great time. The Year. 1845.

I went on and made breakfast. Bathe in warm water. Dress myself up and muster my stregth to get to work.

I got out of my apartment building. The same old pave road. The lamp post and the bridge where I was drowned in my thoughts.

I walk straight towards the bridge to the Old Baliway. The people seems unhappy. Not smiling. Not even a flinch. A hint of happiness. They were all frowned and slouched. Pale in dress and clothes. Not even speaking or even listening.

A voice spoke from a distance "You there! You who wears black!"

It was the Doctor!

"It is I, Doctor! The man from the bridge!"

"Ah yes!' He said "Why are you dressed in black? Can't you see they are dressed in grey?"

I told him "What is the difference?"

He nodded to stop the conversation and then "Are you going to cross the bridge?"

"Yes." I said. "You are going to?"

"Surely am" he replied and then we walk together to the bridge.

The river styx were a little different. VERY different. I asked the Doctor "What happened to the river?"

He told me "The styx were halved."

"Halved?"

"Halved in two. The river Syra and the River Xora."

"How did that happened?" I asked

He said "The blunders of choice kept thy words into constant strings of the one.' He started to growl like a lion and a moose. He transformed into a being of unimaginable fathom I dare cannot describe. His head tilting and his nose oozing with blood. His eyes...no eyes I saw. He continued "Those perished, blunders of choices merrit their life. Those who utter such indifference shall utter none. For he, the one on the throne. strived for his fellow to sieze the opportune and make it their own. For the two rivers of zsxyria and xszsoria have come undone."

I scared to death. Dangling, stretching my arms unto the bridge as it slowly collapse within like a black hole eating up the space, objects, and light.

The creature went on to say "The darkness that arose thy river shall not cease to exist." and then with felling swoop. It was gone.

I woke up. I was there still att the old pave road in the night. With the Doctor tending me after my demise. He told me "The river Styx have come undone."