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The day was fresh and new, starting like everyday ever did. Jessica Smith (sorry it is bland) walked down the street to get her morning coffee at the local shop and hummed quietly to herself, listening to the birds chirp around her and the trees rustle in the slight breeze that stirred the air. 

Jessica normally would turn right at First street, and saunter past the bagel place where Old Man McGee made his haunt. McGee was a mysterious but likeable old codger that played his harmonica for spare change outside the little deli. She smiled as she turned the corner, expecting to see McGee's warm bearded visage with his instrument in his mouth playing a jaunty tune.

Instead, she was greeted by a frightful figure standing frailly in the middle of the sidewalk. The crouching creature stood with an expression of horror in its eyes. It was McGee, and he gave Jessica quite the start. She was about to let out a short nervous laugh, when the wide-eyed slack-jawed McGee raised a trembling hand and pointed out in the distance behind her. Jessica's heart started to pound as she slowly turned around in the direction of McGee's omnious pointing finger...

A very tall man slender at the waist, with long golden hair resting on wide defined shoulders. He wore a ivory white long sleeved pullover shirt inlaid with rich silver and ruby red thread. The thread shaped into the insigna of a roaring lion. His outfit was complete with tight fitting breech's tucked into high black boot's that glossed in the sun's rays. Raised in his muscular right arm was long sword gleaming with with a stunning mirror finish.
                                                                                             Richie B.

...Nonetheless Jessica turned slowly. She was not sure what to expect but through the last experiences, she had learned that no matter what situation, she should at least always expect the worse, so as to prevent getting hurt in the near future. Forcing herself to look now, she took a deep breath and slowly opened her eyes, which were half closed all this time. For a minute there, she stood watching ahead of her, no reaction came from her full body, not even her eyes. She just could figure out how to react correctly to what she was seeing...

Jessica was seeing in her eyes, would she be treated good in her life with someone new. But she realized that she still wanted to talk to him. Jessica decided to start a conversation to get to know him better. She asked "Would you like to find a coffee shop and have a cup of coffee with me?".  The guy said "Yes, I would like that very much".  They found a nice coffee shop and a conversation was sparked....

Jessica didn't understand why the Old man Mcgee pointed to that unknowing guy. She invited him for a coffee trying to understand what frightened the old man. As she and the stranger walk towards the coffee shop, there was an heavy and awkward atmosphere that made it hard to make a conversation. The stranger followed her silently without questioning her intentions. When they arrive, they saw a small line up to the counter, naturally they lined up as well. Jessica who can't bear the silence anymore and tried to converse with stranger. "What kind of drink would you like to order? It's my treat" as she said it cheerly as best as she can. But hear nervous smile was not convincing at all.

Jessica's question was met with silence. The strange strapping young man simply stared at her with a cold dead gaze before his eyes rolled back into his head. Jessica's heart nearly beat out of her chest at the sight.

"Omnes enim, sicut erat," the man uttered in a dark deep tone. He then grasped his blade and thrust it straight through Jessica's chest. Blood flooded the floor and the crowd filling the cafe erupted in panic. The world faded to black as the cries of terror were dumbed to a dim roar...

Jessica slowly opened her eyes, awakening in a daze. As she made sense of her surroundings she realized she was looking out to the morning of some busy city street. All the more bewildering, she found herself in tattered clothing, and as she rubbed her eyes she looked down to her hands and found them old and weathered.

"W-what?!" she exclaimed confusedly in an old man's voice. Just then, she turned and saw a young woman turning a nearby corner and walking her way, as a tall slender man with golden hair approached from a distance...

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