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== Awakening: == Sitting on the porch to the house she lived in one day about three years ago, Corinne flipped a coin, trying to decide if she should go bar-hopping the second time in a week. She watched it spin in the air, and saw the possibilities inherent in it, the odds and what would happen if she followed the cointoss. She bordered on seeing the vast tapestry of Correspondance... and then some motherfucker snatched up her coin. Normally, this would have made her go back to Sleep, but to her eyes, the man became elfin and his hair shifted to a vibrant red and grew to his shoulders. "Young maiden-who-isn't-a-maiden, I'll take this as payment for my services. Follow me, for I have much to show.", he said while pocketing the coin (which now was larger, and golden). She followed, and the landscape shifted, becoming a large hall, where a mother held her newborn child to her bosom. "Birth. Potential. This child... Is he to be hero, saviour, villain? His is the choice." He walked on, the land shifing again, into a battlefield. "Death. Endings, beginnings, consequences. It all blurs together, if you look at it in a greater sense. These men, what will their deaths bring? Will they be forgotten, remembered in history books, in stories, in bard's songs, in fairy tales? If they do great things, maybe... If they're lucky, maybe..." He walked on, Corinne trailing after. Realising she was dressed in a chainmail bikini that would have been more appropriate on Xena than on a real battlefield, she blushed and tried to walk while covering herself. The land shifted, became a hall of stone with bookshelves lined up on both sides. The redhaired man went to one of the shelves and grabbed a book and held it up to her. "You don't want to become forgotten, do you? That's what you feel, isn't it? That all your life has been meaningless, you've been uttely mundane, you've done nothing extraordinary. Isn't that it?" She nodded meekly. "Then, now you have the chance. Write yourself into the historybooks, like a true winner does." She held a quill now, and with quick strokes she signed the bottom of the tome's nearly-filled page, which became stone and then the wall of a great Tower. And then she woke up out of her reverie, finding herself in a supermarket, holding a Twinkie she had carved her name into and seeing the man who had snatched her coin further down the aisle, looking back at her worriedly, probably thinking she was going to kill him when she had the chance. She snapped out of her confusion, ran to the exit, payed for the Twinkie and went out. And that's when a large man grabbed her shoulder and said: "Little neophyte, I am Agni... and we have a lot to talk about..."
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