chapter nineteen

Shadows

Fenrir crept forward towards his friend. He stood on the cliff beside him. "Why are you so caught up in your very existence Mark? Why are you so fixated on your grandson? He and his friends are our enemy and yet you are unsettled. Why?"

Mark looked down at Fenrir. " Matt is someone who is a worthy opponent and is why I told you that he needs to live, you however were no different Fenrir. You needed a body once more just as I needed to return to this world. As for your questions I wanted a new Era which was taken from me by my grandson and his friends. As for why I'm so focused on humans is because after the dead rise the only survivor's will be Dependents of the gods. This is what troubles me Fenrir. The descendants will most likely join my grandson in battle while it will just be us. "

Fenrir growled under his breath. "As for my descendent he's done well. I placed my mark on his sister, however he himself is a nuisance to break to give into his rightful place. "

Mark sighed harshly. " of course he is, but he will have to if he wants to save his sister, after all it will only work if you both use your powers."

"Yes but if he manages to keep control over my powers he could easily over throw me in combat." Fenrir growled as he reminded his friend of the possible outcome.

Mark looked back at the world below. " the odds are not in our favor Fenrir, we must tip the balance once more, if we do not we will fail in our quest. Once we go through with my plan they will soon over power us and we must not let that happen."

Fenrir narrowed his eyes. "I trust you have a plan; I don't take kindly to failure! If the chance you do fail, then well...our partnership will come to an abrupt end."

Mark stiffened. "I now not what will happen Fenrir I cannot foresee what is to come. I have tried to only not scussed. You've got what you want and I have yet to receive my own."

Fenrir shook his head slowly in disapproval. "Yes well your time is coming. Your powers are almost complete however I sense your grandson has alerted the other dependents hidden out there. This battle won't be won, you will kill the human race and only the gods will remain, you and I both know that they aren't as easily controlled. They have had enough time to react and prepare for the end. Not just in Blackwell where they most likely are setting up for the main camp for the Dependents of the gods and goddess of Asgaurd. This is not to be taken lightly Mark. Remember that. "

Mark looked down at the land laid out before him. Blackwell. He signed. "Matt may be a champion of good but we have you and Fen as our champion of darkness."

Fenrir snarled. " My fight is not with your grandson! Not yet at least. I'm after a much larger prize. Laurie Brekke. Once I have her then my fight will be with Matthew but not before. You also have to face the others on your own but you must be capable of doing something as simple as that, after all you are a god. "

Mark brushed the comment off. "Whatever. Come along Fenrir it's time to review our plan."

Fenrir nodded as both turned walking into the woods and disappeared into smoke.