Allies?

Marcel’s POV

Twenty five years is a drop in the ocean to my kind, not even two percent of my life so far. It has to be said, in over a millennia, I have never awaited a moment with such eager anticipation. The convergence of so many fates, their paths influenced and manipulated by forces beyond their comprehension.

Everything has played out exactly how they said it would, the chronicles have remained undiscovered until today, entrusted into the guardianship of a most unlikely friend and comrade. All the players in the future war are in place, the only thing missing from the volatile mix is a catalyst.

I postulate for a moment that it should be called The Present War now. It’s been coming for so long it started to feel like we would never catch up with the future, yet here we are, on the cusp of our making, or demise. The elders, for all their wisdom, never saw the outcome. All we have been able to do is stack the odds in our favour, recruit the most powerful clans and covens, set whee