Omega's Rebirth-Chapter 411: Some Days More Than Others ()

Dear Kaideon,

Do you fare well? I dearly hope I have not worried you too severely as I am fine and in good health and spirits, though I cannot say the same for my mood.

I promised to write you often but two weeks have flown by in such a rush and only now do I pen down my second letter.

These two weeks have been expectedly eventful, some days more so than others.

We have made progress in our mission here and are getting closer to our goal as the days pass by but the dwarves have begun stirring trouble.

So far, there has been two confrontations with adamantium and though they were easily quelled, I know there will be more... though this is not what ticks me off.

I have always known myself to be the farthest thing from magnanimous, perhaps I should have given ear to Menarx’s warning that Lodenworth would be an unavoidable presence in these days.

The first few days after arriving was admittedly tasking, it was impossible to convince the petty dragon as to why I could be entrusted with control of the outposts.

At some point, I considered many actions I am not proud to mention if only to shut him up but I realized it was my own personal prejudice, Lodenworth is captain of the fourth squadron and would not trust my command without cause.

Somehow, we have found a way past our differences. At least for the time being though I am not certain how long this truce would last.

Neither Lodenworth nor Keila have mentioned anything about Adrienne, I cannot decide if it is their guilt or in malice though I lean more to the latter.

But whatever it is, I do not regret my decision.

I think I have learnt so much more about the dragons and the Stronghold than any books in the Keep could have taught me.

Winter has grown more dreary out here, the plains are covered in unending white and the nights are chilly, it has me wondering what home would look like covered in snow.

Menarx tells me winter comes late to the Dunes, if these matters here are handled in time, perhaps I might get to see the coming winter for myself.

Home...that is the White Dunes now, is it not?

I do not think I have ever truly had one of these things called home, at least not one where I did not wake up everyday wishing I could escape from. To have these warm and curious thoughts of home... this is a first for me.

So much so that I fear...to actually know what this home looks like.

Sincerely Yours,

Neveah.

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"My Lady, you called?" Mor’rud greeted as he stepped into the tent, lowering his head to a small bow.

"Ah, Mor’rud, there you are." Neveah acknowledged as she folded up her letter neatly and placed it away.

"I have a question..."Neveah began, trailing off when Mor’rud chuckled quietly at her words.

"What?" Neveah asked with a raised brow.

"It has been over a week since you summoned me, Lady Neveah. And for every day you called for me, you have begun with that exact same statement without fail... I have a question." Mor’rud pointed out.

Neveah thought about it for a moment.

"Forgive me, I have neglected to show concern for how you are faring out here in a squadron camp and away from your beloved library, seeing as I summoned you without prior notice." Neveah apologized.

"Oh no, My Lady. That is not what I meant at all. I only meant to point out how consistent you are, if anyone can discover the hidden city, it would be you. His Grace can be rest assured now that you have taken on this task." Mor’rud commended.

"Oh..." Neveah said, unsure what response to give to that.

"Please ask your question, My Lady. I will provide you the answer to the best of my knowledge." Mor’rud encouraged with a knowing smile.

Neveah nodded and thought over how to structure her question but her thoughts were interrupted by that strange, unwelcome voice in her head.

’It’s here again... Omega... what will you do this time?’ The voice taunted.

Neveah’s eyes widened slightly as she got up to her feet in a sudden rush.

"My Lady?" Mor’rud asked.

"I... I will summon you again at a later time. I have somewhere to be..." Neveah murmured, hurrying out of the tent.

"Lady Neveah!" Conrad called to Neveah from somewhere in the camp but Neveah did not glance back, making a beeline for the forest.

’There she goes, running away to go wallow in her pain all by herself...how considerate... how pathetic...’ The voice taunted.

Neveah ignored it, she hurried into the forest and broke into a swift dash, racing deeper into the thick forest as the first waves of pain came crashing down on her.

Neveah had only gone so far when her muscles spamsed, pain wracking through her and she crumbled down to the ground, heaving out the contents of her dinner.

Neveah gasped for breath, crawling across the ground to a large enough tree where she sat behind, leaning her head against the trunk as she prepared herself to face the worst of it.

As Neveah had written, some days in these two weeks were more eventful than others and this was one of such days.

Another day when the mate bond unexpectedly began to act up, sentencing Neveah to hours of excruciating pain.

At first, it happened once in a few days, but it had begun to happen more often, daily... and then multiple times in a single day.

’Veah, at this rate, we cannot hide this from Menarx for much longer.’ Neveah’s wolf warned her in concern.

Neveah had no response for her wolf, she could only focus on timing her breathing as she curled in on herself, riding out the waves of pain as she had always done.

’If you wish to be saved... accept me, Omega... accept me and I will give you true power...’ That voice echoed in Neveah’s mind and as always, Neveah shut it out.