Omega's Rebirth

’What was the name given to it then? What was it? What was it?’ A spectral voice asked anxiously.

’Blood magic...so it was named by the dark lord. But alas, the art is long lost...along with the blood of a dozen dragons used to forge the art. I would say, it is indeed a pity...it was as glorious as necromancy.’ A second spectral voice bemoaned.

’I would not be so assured in that. Blood magic is but one of the many lost dark arts.’ The third asserted.

And then, as it always did, the bickering ensued and it would carry on for quite sometime.

Xenon’s brows furrowed and he clenched and unclenched his fists, pacing across the room restlessly and he had been at it for quite sometime already, but he still could not center his thoughts.

It had been days, too many days and the voices in his head had not relented even one bit. They only seemed to be growing louder and more persistent.

At first, Xenon had been able to ignore them with little to no trouble, but there was only so much pestering he could tolerate, it was hard to think clearly with all the chattering around him and it was beginning to feel like his mind was no longer just his own, but now shared with three others.

Xenon could hardly take a step out of his room without hearing them, even within the walls of his room, they were still loud and clear. And how noisy they were, having so much to talk about...relentlessly, tirelessly.

Somehow, their chattering had graduated from fearful to urgent and now they told Xenon tales he had no business knowing, and had no desire to know just because they knew Xenon could not help but hear them.

How many tales of the dark empire had he unwillingly heard of now? Of the many cruelties that had been dealt within these very halls? Of the founding of untold dark arts?

The tales were retold so vividly that the images and scenes would form in Xenon’s mind and as much as Xenon tried, he could not prevent them nor get rid of them once they had formed.

It left a bitter taste on Xenon’s tongue and a feeling of deep loathing in his heart, one so potent Xenon would give anything to go back in time and put an end to the dark lord with his very hands.

It was not that Xenon was unaware of what kind of place the shadow tower had been, though he had never been unlucky enough to find himself within these halls during the days of his youth, in the age of the dark empire .

Instead, Xenon had been faced with his own troubles...

Xenon shook his head quickly, interrupting the memories of his past before they could form.

And then there was Verothrax on one hand. He had kept a watchful eye on Xenon since he had found Xenon by the sealed halls and more than keeping an eye on him, Xenon wished Verothrax would do something more...he wished Verothrax would just heal.

Verothrax’s recovery was so terribly slow, it was aggravating. Whereas, Xenon knew for some reason, it was his own healing ability that had grown swift and Xenon knew what the reason was.

Verothrax’s magic was even worse, unstable and constantly reacting with each use. At this rate, he would only make things worse if Xenon was to return with him.

Now, despite having to deal with all of this for a while already, why was Xenon so restless precisely at this moment? It was because he was finally healed enough to take dragon form.

Xenon could feel his strength had almost fully returned, he could fly overhead if only for a short time and scout the perimeter of the shadow tower, perhaps even fly farther, far enough to understand what exactly had happened at Dune City, but there was just one little trouble.

"Ida has said this is a constant occurrence. Oftentimes, the sun does not come up for days on end, we have already experienced it." Verothrax pointed out to Xenon, watching him from the door.

Verothrax had arrived just a moment ago and though Xenon had felt his presence, he did not acknowledge it until Verothrax spoke to him. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"The night has lasted for much longer than it ever had before this time. It has been at least five days, at most...I do not wish to think about it. Do you not find it aggravating? For as long as the sun stays hidden, I cannot take flight when the shadow beasts prowl." Xenon replied absentmindedly.

"Then we wait." Verothrax said simply.

Xenon passed Verothrax a nasty look, unable to understand how his kin could be so comfortable and at ease when they were in such a strange and disturbing place with an even more disturbing history.

’He doesn’t hear the voices...’ Xenon recalled, wincing as he tried to ignore the chattering in the background and focus on his reality.

The three spectral voices had been at it for a while already, telling yet another tale Xenon could not be bothered to listen to.

"Wait...that is all we have been doing. Wait and wait, for how long shall we have to wait? How much longer? This silence is hateful!" Xenon hissed, though his present situation could not exactly be described as silence.

"What would you rather do? Brave an army of shadow beasts? To whose benefit? She whom you wish to return to would rather have you back alive...in one piece." Verothrax reminded, surprisingly the voice of reason when he would usually be anything but that.

Xenon was about to respond but was interrupted by the loud sound of metal clanging against the floor.

Xenon glanced over at his door, not surprised to find Ida stood there, holding a tray. The jug of water she had been holding along with was now on the floor, the contents spilled all over.

"I had her bring you dinner...lunch, whatever it is meant to be. But it seems your countenance has startled the poor girl." Verothrax commented.

Xenon hissed lowly, the presence of the strange woman around never ceased to unsettle him, but for whatever reason, Verothrax seemed to have grown fond of her.

"I do not need food!" Xenon snarled harshly, turning away as he continued his pacing.

"Do not pay him heed...he worries for his dear woman. A woman who is to Xenon, the sun and the stars and everything beautiful. So dear, he contemplates disregarding his life." Verothrax said to Ida with a shake of his head.

"Veah is my life! Do not be mistaken about that." Xenon made clear.

With that said, he stormed out of his quarters, leaving behind a sympathetic looking Verothrax and Ida, in whose eyes a complicated look now reflected...a look that was suspiciously akin to rage.