I made my way to the coffee shop having a dual feeling of both good and evil. The tides were turning and of this I know, we weren't going to survive if I was the one everyone looked up to, we were all going to die if I didn't know basic things or pass through the major training that would make me strong, powerful and most importantly, the Lyon Davis I was yet to become.
Luckily for me, I met the one and only turquoise haired lady, whom I didn't know her name yet, leaning over the counter talking to a very young and attractive man who was only few inches away from her. Soon realizing that I stepped in, she refrained, adjusting her posture on her apron and steadily walked towards me with her hazel blue eyes clashing with my dark brown eyes. We were only a few inches apart and she raised her head up not moving her gaze away from mine though her facial expression was filled with austere.
"What brings you here" she asked narrowing her eyes at mine.
"A cup of latte!" I exclaimed in response.
"You're stalking me, and you know it", she continued folding her arms "When will you learn to leave me alone?"
"I don't stalk", replying while pocketing my hands, "At first I thought you were normal but now I know you aren't. I only come here not because of the coffee but you. You were my favorite person at first but now that I know who you are, I feel guilty".
"So why are you here, don't you have somewhere else to be?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do have places to be. Maybe the home of omens or a place where I can get all my questions answered."
"I'd suggest you go to the home of omens but you can't be here, not at this moment." She stated
"And why is that?" I asked.
"Because this is the wrong place for you to be in."
"This is the perfect place for you to be in Mr. Davis", shouted a man coming from behind the counter as he approached our direction stretching his right hand towards me for a hand shake. "All that you ever wondered, and all the questions which baffles you can be answered" he added.
"This is really a bad moment for all this to happen." whispered the turquoise haired lady with a hand on her temple.
"Not now Angelica, please head back to the counter and attend to the customers."
"But... "
"No but's" he retorted turning his head towards her, "do as you're told at once".
I watched her walk back to the counter looking really dissapointed and I did nothing but to look at the man in front of me. He was tall as me, a 5'9 in sweat pants and a shirt neatly ironed which he tucked in his trousers.
"I'm sorry about that, it's just a business thing" he started placing his hands akimbo giving me what looked like a wry smile, "It's an honor to be with a legend in the making as you".
On hearing this, I narrowed my face at him and looked into his blue eyes trying to figure out a way to tell him he was talking to the wrong person, but deep in my gut I knew he wouldn't believe.
"There's a lot we need to talk about, if you don't mind we can head back into my private room behind the counter". He offered.
Nodding my head, he smiled shaking my right hand undauntedly.
"Follow my lead" he ordered at last and I walked as he lead. We got into a large room giving me a second thought of how big the shop was though it looked smaller from the outside. He walked towards a black office chair and sat down comfortably.
"Have a seat" he rendered pointing towards the chair in front of me. I couldn't help but survey the whole room which had shelves filled with countless number of books all around the edges. Right in the middle of where he sat which was in front after the entrance was a monitor, and beside it were what seemed to be ancient books from the eighteenth or sixteenth century.
I moved the chair backwards and sat down on it, it felt really relaxing with the air conditioning, yet I still had the eerie feeling rising to its highest level.
"What is this place?" I asked looking super confused.
"Rather, where is this place", he replied, "This is just like the home of omens but it's far different from that. You've been to the home of omens right?"
"Of course" I answered.
"You've seen all those sculptures which hang up on each of the shelves".
"Yeah" I replied.
"Those statues were carved and made in honor of the past chosen. Above the very top of the shelves are scrolls and books which are meant to guide every chosen that ever existed."
"I don't understand the meaning of every chosen that ever existed". I retorted
"You aren't the first, and believe me or not you won't be the last, though it is always hard for all those chosen by the lion to understand". He said having his right leg crossed to the left and his arms on the chairs handle.
"How many chosen ever existed?" I asked.
"Since the time of creation they've been numerous people selected by the animal spirit in their hundreds, mostly thousands."
"So the chosen are simply angels or mere human beings whose normalcy got ripped off for the cause of humanity?".
"Not exactly" he responded, "the chosen aren't humans. Although angels can take the form of humans in order to pass a message or save someone from danger, and also bail anyone out of their misery, the chosen are those who have been set aside for a special cause."
"I still don't understand" I protested.
"Have you ever heard of dark magic or sorcery?"
"Indeed I have" I replied.
"Fine, then you have to believe all that I'm about to say", he said sighing before he continued,
"Ever since before the creation of man, there were animals which of course evolved, but history has it to be that those animals had a huge secret which was passed down from the very fishes in the sea to the larger ones on land. Long ago there were people known as the chosen designated for the purpose of the coming tribulation and each of them have a connection to their spirit animal, although this comes with a price".
"And how does that make me who I am?"
"It doesn't make you who you are, you figure that out by yourself. You have the boldness, strength and perception of the animal spirit that chose you, you didn't choose yourself but he chose you to be the one who would protect humanity from the wrath of the fallen".
"And who exactly are the fallen?" I asked, "Angels?"
"No, not quite angels, but some of the chosen who went rogue in proud heart in sought of power and self pleasure deceived by the demons of Pluto.