Fenrir smiled and headed off to go fetch the tickets. The adventure to Helios would be a grand one. He would be sure of it.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Several days later, The Sabertooth wizards left, Rogue left Draco a note saying he's sorry, but since the age gap was so huge, it wouldn't be right for Draco to like him. He was sure she'll understand. She said so herself. Besides, he had a feeling someone else would be out there for her. Plus from the wire at Sabertooth, an old friend wanted to talk to him and Sting about the attack.<br/><br/>Meanwhile at the Residence of Fenrir, he was trying to do one armed push-ups. "Twenty nine, thirty, thirty-oof!" He fell flat on his face after thirty. Well, that was to be expected. But he had to deal with it. He hoped Draco designed the Arm soon.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>"He'll be going to Helios. What shall we do Grandfather?" Asked one of two individuals to the cloaked individual from several days ago.<br/><br/>"This isn't his battle. But if our enemy realized who he might be by the sword he often uses, Fenrir and his family will be in danger." The blue eye narrowed. "We will meet with him soon. Until then, no contact with him. Just because you're blood doesn't mean he'll accept you two just yet."<br/><br/>"Don't worry grandfather." Said the other person. "I'm sure we will catch up with him soon enough. We are siblings after all."