Heart Of The Omega

Under A Waning Star

Hey! I am so very excited to introduce my next piece of work!

The stress of my other stories really started to get to me, and because of this i began to write something off to the side for my pleasure. And this is what happened! Yay! It is not fully completed (Yea, im bad about that) but it is actively in progress and does hold my attention - for now lol.

Anyway, I do hope you really enjoy and as ALWAYS =

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My Child is dying

Emotion bites hard at my tired eyes, stinging with the tears that threaten.

Nimble teeth worry the skin of my trembling lip as a pounding headache roars to life, a constant companion these last few months. It is mercilessly accompanied by the ever present pull of fatigue. I reach to rub away the throb at my temples, unsuccessful in relieving even that and cursing the failure to surpass the tremble of my hand. Misery is nearly consuming and a shuddering breath escapes the tightness of my hollow chest as I just cut short an agonized sob attempting to break forth. Here, in this bleeding place, there harbors no sweet hopes or prayers. Here is only the harsh, raw truths of my failure. My Failure.

Of my Death.

"Good eve, Lena" A soft voice speaks, Breaking melancholy's daunting silence.

Though startled, I have no need to turn. I know Elder Amies has come and now stands nearby, maintaining a wealth of respectful distance. I am thankful to her for such instinctive insights, for I do not care for the closeness of others given the delicate state I find myself in these days.

Sister I acknowledge, working to stifle a brief flare of irritation.

Elder, or Omega Sister Superior Amies, is a wise, caring soul who wishes nothing but the best for the circumstance I find myself in. It is no fault of hers I am unable to protect the life within my womb. That my child desperately clings to life; a fight that is surely to be lost. No, my upset is wrongly directed in this. It is I who I find great disappointment with. It is my failure, my own weakness that now brings the innocent within me to the precipice of death.

And where I will dutifully join shortly there after.

Worthless Omega. What use are you but dried cunt?

A fresh bout of tears once again threaten, yet are held at bay as I look up into the face of the Omega who now stands before me where I lay in the cushioned, lounge solace of The Gardens. Comfortably tucked behind the protected sanctuary housing treasured Omegas fleeing abuse, there resides a large flourishing garden. The Sacred Mother Omega Sanctuary maintains The Gardens on a parcel of land where the physical sanctuary also dwells right before it, blocking the precious space from view and the prying eyes of outsiders.

Here, where gauze drapes shade piles of cushions, silk pillows, and lush woven blankets, comfort is provided for one to rest and get much needed fresh air. Leagues before me the scene is nothing but miles of rolling hills broken up by small, sprawling farms housing individual family cottages. Wispy smoke rises from rooftops, as if signaling the end of a long day, while the Brother sun sets to the south. A blossoming pang of hurt pierces throughout my chest at the view before me.

This is the vision I dreamed of for my life.

"Lena? Lena, dear, did you hear me?" Comes Sister Amies gentle, urging voice. I blink, realizing I entirely missed what has been said. Though, instead of her annoyance, I'm graced with a soft smile. Seating herself on a nearby tufted stool, Sister Amies takes in my appearance with a practiced eye. I can only imagine what it is that she sees when casting her gaze upon my form, although I can surmise a hearty guess. Never one of great beauty, my pallor is now sickly ashen in hue.