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Wordcount: 201 words
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Omen has a choice he needs May to make.

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!

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We Need to Talk

Omen sought her out a few days later, finding her when she was with her hatching group, trading stories of the war and the wastes.

“I have something you need to see.” He said, without preamble, waiting for her to respond with the air of someone who does not expect disagreement.

“Now?” She asked, because they were having fun and she did not want to leave.

“Yes,” he turned and started walking away.

“Polite bastard is not he,” said Tom. “We’ll come with you, just in case.”

May nodded, thankful for the company. Omen had gotten distant and bitter for an unknown reason and she was not sure how to treat him anymore.

The whole group got up and followed. Omen noticed, but said nothing, so they assumed it was alright to come.

He lead them out into the forest and to an empty clearing that ended in a rocky hillside. Then turned with his back to the hill to address them.

“The time has come to make a choice,” he said, looking at May. “The war I was born for is over. The future I was born for never came to be. Things are broken and they must be mended.”

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