Chapter 1:Fire finds Fire
727 Words
"Some people meet by chance. Others were always meant to crash."
The night smelled like smoke and blood.
I stood on a rooftop, ten floors above a city that never really slept. Below me, lights blinked like dying stars. Music throbbed from
The club across the street—loud, careless, alive. But up here, it was quiet.
A body lay behind me.
A man who thought he could run.
A man who learned—too late—that I don’t miss.
My blade was still warm in my hand.
My pulse calmed.
Another contract. Another name crossed out. Another soul the world wouldn’t miss.
I was about to disappear into the shadows again when I felt it.
That shift in the air.
The kind that makes your skin tense.
Like something ancient just woke up.
And then, he stepped out of the dark.
He moved like smoke. Smooth. Dangerous. Confident in that lazy, arrogant way, only someone who’s been alive too long can be.
Leather jacket torn at the sleeves. Cigarette glowing between two fingers. Eyes the color of thunderclouds—gray, sharp, and tired of everything.
“You’re fast,” he said. Voice rough, low. “But messy.”
I turned slowly, no fear in me. Just curiosity.
He smiled like he knew something I didn’t. Like he’d seen me before in a dream, or a memory, or a prophecy gone wrong.
“And are you?” I asked. “Kael,” he said. Kael Draven." Some call me the Crownless Prince”, He stepped closer, the wind tugging at his coat.
“Most just call me trouble.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You stalking me, Trouble?”
“Just watching.” His eyes never left mine. “You move like someone who ran out of reasons to run.” I didn’t answer. But maybe he wasn’t wrong.
Kael Draven. I’d heard the name before. An immortal like me. Exiled. Wild. Untouchable. The kind of man who burned every bridge behind him, then danced in the flames.
“What do you want?” I asked. He shrugged. “To see if the rumors were true.”
“And?” I tilted my head. “They don’t do you justice.” He flicked his cigarette off the edge of the rooftop.
“You’re sharper in person.”
“And you’re annoying.”
He grinned. “Give it time. "I grow on people.” I looked him up and down, trying to decide if I’d kill him or let him walk away.
He didn’t flinch. Didn’t beg. Didn’t act scared. He just stood there, like a dare wrapped in a man.
“You know who I am,” I said. “That means you’re either stupid or suicidal.”
He stepped even closer. “Maybe I’m both,” he whispered. “Or maybe I’m the only one who isn’t afraid to see you." Really see you.”
The space between us felt dangerous. Too close. Too still. Like a storm about to break.
I should’ve walked away. I should’ve turned and vanished like I always did. Instead, I asked, “Why now?” He paused, eyes flicking toward the city lights below.
“Because something’s coming,” he said. Something big. And for once, I don’t want to face it alone.”
“Why me?”
“Because when the world starts to fall apart,” he said softly, “I want to be standing beside the one person who knows how to survive a fire.”
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. No one talks to me like that. No one sees me like that.
But Kael Draven looked at me like I was a legend.
And maybe…
Just maybe…
He was the kind of legend I couldn’t walk away from either. Sirens wailed in the distance. The city was waking up again. But here, above the noise and the blood and the secrets, Kael and I stood—two immortals, two weapons, two storms waiting to clash.
And he smiled at me like we were already written in the stars.
“So,” he said. “Are you going to kill me? Or come with me?” I stared at him for one breath. Two. Then I said, “Let’s see what happens when fire meets fire.”
And we vanished into the night together.
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