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The Twin Fires: Chapter 1Asleep amidst their contenders
Awoken trough the blood
The twin fires shall set the path alight.
One Yin, one Yang
Destiny torn in two
When the two come together,
Truth shall be revealed
And the great design will unfold
-The Prophecy of Huizhong-Chen
The Vial of Blood
The rain was drifting down slowly and a chilly breeze swept the deserted street on this late October evening. 17-year old Thomas was just on his way home after anything long day at school, grey, listless and worn-out teachers filling your head with trivial facts and knowledge you'd probably never use again in your life, and tomorrow would bring no difference.A small sigh escaped his lips as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued on his way home to a probably intoxicated father and an overbearing mother.
Thomas muttered, deciding to take a shortcut trough the woods next to the railroad, at least the trees would provide some shelter. Darkness was falling quickly this ti
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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