Fate had other plans for the ancient, in the form of a reincarnated Michael. One who had fantastical dreams of a long ago time of kings and knights, monsters. But he couldn't pinpoint how he'd fit into that scenario or why he was having these dreams to begin with. And each morning, like this one, Michael woke with a start, always at the beginning of being attacked.<br/><br/>Now sitting up in bed, Michael threw off his covers before he got to his feet, to head to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, he returned from a quick shower, towel about his waist while he decided on what to wear. So after another five minutes, the young man left his room with his wallet and phone on him, before he left his apartment to go get a coffee at Blues Coffee Shack.<br/><br/>It was a friendly place, with a nice and calm air, a place to make friends and even get a date too. But Michael never seemed to get lucky in that department, even though he was handsome, he was always overlooked. So when he reached Blues, the young man ordered a simple coffee with three sugars and cream, before he sat down by himself at a booth. Gazing forward, heart aching for companionship, he sat there wondering what would come next. Whatever it was, he hoped it'd be something good.