Jasper sat in his dorm. Alone. And likely to be alone a while since the roommate he’d been assigned was absent three days into the official start of the semester. While he had brought many things for himself to enjoy in the brief time he didn’t have any serious study to do, he had chosen to stare down a peculiar cup that had just recently come into his possession. The cup was silver in appearance, and looked more as one would describe a chalice. While he knew its origin was not from this world, he had looked online anyway and found it had the hallmarks of being crafted in the late medieval period of France. “You won’t be alone. They always come in pairs. Your partner will find you, or you them, in due time” Were the last words of the entity who had offered him the chalice and its purpose, then vanished. Not around a corner or even in a puff of smoke. Just gone. Like an illusion. But his first contact with the chalice had proven it was not some dream cooked up by the anxiety of a freshmen far from home for the time in his life. It had started as a tingling sensation in his fingertips, then escalated to what could only be described as a full body seizure as every cell of his body was rearranged. It was good enough he didn’t have a roommate. They probably would have called the ambulance and he’d be in some research facility with a panel of scientists asking him questions he couldn’t possibly answer. He didn’t scream or give anyone any hint something was wrong with him for the whole three days since. He wasn’t even sure what the chalice had done to him. Gathering his courage, Jasper touched it again. Nothing. Picked it up. Nothing. Swirled his finger inside. Nothing. Then he became aware of his dry mouth. In all the anxiety he had neglected to drink anything all day. He went to his fridge and was about to drink coke from the big bottle, then decided he might as well make use of the mysterious fancy chalice. Except when he turned around the chalice was already full of cold, bubble cola.