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Rekindled Flames
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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Jun 13, 2022
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There has been a gnawing feeling in Min-ho's bones that his point of veiw was more than an overactive imagination and manic state of mind. His ordeal of merely existing has taken its toll and we find him now near the end of his rope. 

But the truth of why Min-ho is the way he is comes from a darkness so deep that literal monsters are to blame.

Things are in motion against him and the people he cares about. It seems that they're all but goners. 

Without the proper knowledge of how to use their gifts, stronger beings are coming forth to purge them. His family tried to keep Min-ho out of it, to keep him safe, but the darkness may be too vast for them to hide the chosen one. Daunting as it is they are adamant about it and can't see the cross he bares because of them. 

It's a chance encounter that brings a spark to his grey little world. Awakening the raging firestorm inside him, but will that fire consume him or will it find him already devoured by Hungers that haunt him.  

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Jasper stiffens in his seat as I press the metal of the blade against his back. "Don't say a word. Come with me, right now." Of course, he doesn't listen. I had hoped a dagger to the kidney would be incentive enough, but even the threat of death doesn't graze a Devereaux ego. He turns toward me to argue, facing away from the goon that's been eyeing him across the bar. I doubt he even noticed. The man whispers something to his sketchy friend, pointing at Jasper. No time for discussion. I grab his arm and press the tip of the knife harder, just barely breaking the skin. He winces, realizing I mean business, and gets up. The idiot prince seems to finally get the memo, running alongside me until we're a safe distance away. "What the hell was that about?" his ragged breaths take the sting out of his words. I've never seen him like this before. Cheeks red, chest heaving, hunched over himself on the stump of a tree. For once, he looks like an authentic person. Of course, this is merely an illusion. Jasper Devereaux is an arrogant, entitled dirtbag, nothing more. I can't believe I just jeopardized my favorite trade spot for him. He demands to know why I pulled a knife on him instead of just telling him he was in danger. I explain to him that the reason for the dagger was glaringly obvious if you consider the way he acted when I did use it. If he was willing to argue with a blade against his skin, there is no way he'd have left that place in good hands if I hadn't forced him to. I can't help but laugh at the audacity of him to be angry with me for how I chose to save his life. "You really haven't changed." His head snaps up at this, and I see his eyes searching my face. Of course he doesn't recognize me. For me, it was super traumatic. For him, it was just another day. "What are you going on about?" "This isn't the kingdom, Jasper, these peasants aren't at your mercy." I see the blood drain from his face, and recognition clicks in his eyes.
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