Wordcount: 557 words
Summary: Omen gives the Elders a talking to. They are less than pleased.
NOTE: This is the first draft of a story, so it will most likely contain plot holes, retcons, and other inconsistencies. I’ll come back and fix things once the story (or arc) is complete!
The Enemy Unknown
“If this is war, then who is attacking us? We’ve been at peace with the other kingdoms for as long as we can remember. Which is not that long since they don’t live as old as humans do.”
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t know then how do you know this was an attack and not just a storm.”
“A really bad really targeted storm.”
“Bad luck happens.”
“Because I know. I was born for this” Oman objected. “I was born for this like you were born for your riders. You don’t have to ask who they are, you just know. I don’t know how I don’t know why, I just know that it’s coming and that this is part of it”
“Fat lot of good you will do us then”
May wanted to object, but she did not. All of them knew better than to talk about what had happened in the storm.
“I am not here for you.” Oman pointed out mildly.
That got a look of surprise.
“I am not here for you.” He sniffed. “you are not the only ones that have eaten from the tree, don’t think you are as special as that.”
“You’re here for us?” May looked down at the hatchling in confusion. “I thought you were here for everyone. We’re in this together are not we?”
“Ask them.” Oman looked at the elders. “Ask them who comes first when it comes time to run, who comes first when it comes to brass tacks and teeth.”
“Humans do the same thing.”
“I am not here for them either.” Omen snapped. “I am here for the war and for something that has not happened yet. something new”
“And you’d kill us to get to it?” May asked, remembering all of the futures that would not come to be now.
“If I have to.” He looked from her to the elders, “you’d throw her away to save yourselves, would you throw yourselves away to save your kin?”
“It will not come to that” the one elder said sternly. “You’re too young to understand, you need time–“
“We don’t have time, and I don’t need your Laws.” Omen snapped. “What would you teach me? I am no Mayshawk, not any longer. What you could have taught me is gone. Baron saw to that. I am Omen and you will not tell me what I am or am not, what I can do or cannot. This is what I am born for and what I will be.”
“Get with me or get out of my way”
The elders left and May was left alone with Omen.
“Did you mean that?”
“When you said you’d kill all of us if you had to to save whatever this thing is that you see coming.”
“If I have to”
“I don’t want to die”
“I don’t want you to either. He leaned against her I really really don’t I promise”
“Then find another way to be that thing you were meant to be”
“I had not thought of that”
“Then you need to try harder. I know your young, but you are not just a foxhawk are you”
“And you are not just a human– you’re an annoying human,” he said before she could get too alarmed “No let’s go back, I am hungry”