Chapter Twenty Eight

Mason paced around the cluttered space that was Nigel's living room.  The old man had just finished telling them all about the prophecy and since Mason was unable to keep himself calm.

Danica on the other hand was feeling a little too calm.  Maybe it was because it seemed surreal to her, after all it had only been a little less than a month that she had come to be part of this world and now suddenly there was a war coming.

If that was the case then what did that mean about them?  What would they be able to do?

As it was Danica was unable to change and would be absolutely no help in the long run, that alone made her feel some type of way.

"Can you stop." Nigel suddenly snapped drawing everyone's attention to him.  "You're driving me mad with that wild pacing."

Flinching Mason flushed slightly, "Sorry, I just can't sit idly."

"But what good will all that pacing do you?" Nigel asked sagely.

Huffing Mason plopped down