ωμέγα (Omega)

Chapter α

A/N: I just wanted to say that English isn't my first language. There will be a lot typos, but it gets better, I promise. This is my first real book on English, so yeah...
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus belongs to uncle Rick.

Omega POV:

I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. The nightmares were getting more vivid now that she wasn't with me anymore. Not that she would care. She would give me a cold glare, turn around and leave me shattered behind. I didn't notice the tears until someone wiped them away. I sniffled and looked up. Thunder knelt next to me on my bed. He smiled sadly at me and said, "Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head no. " I'm not going to push you, but someday you'll have to talk about it, or it will distroy you." I sighed. "I know, but I'm not ready yet." We both winced at how rapsy my voice sounded. Dry from the screams of the night. "Did anybody hear...?" I didn'd need to finish my sentence, Thunder understood. He always did. I didn't want anyone to hear my screams. To see me weak. "Just me. The others are on patrol," he answered. "I'm sorry I woke you up." He just smiled. "Don't be. You were always there for us, now we repay the favour." Tomorrow, Thunder would pretend that nothing of this ever happened, and I was thankful for that. He knew of my fear that the others would find out. I was always the one who took care of somebody, not the other way around. I didn't want anybody to worry about me.
"Go to sleep Perce."
"That is not my name. Not anymore."
"Fine." He sighted. "But Omega, sleep. Please."
"Will you stay?" He answered without hesitation. "Always."
I took a shaky breath. "Ok. I trust you." And with that I fell into another round of darkness.

Thunder POV:

If someone would have seen my face right now, he would have laught at how flabbergasted I looked. Per- no Omega hardly trusted anyone these days, and I couldn't blame him. He used to be so sarcasic, so open hearted and happy. Always there to crack a joke, to lighten up the mood. Most of the time he still was his old joking self, just a bit more serious, and he sometimes held this sad look in his sea green eyes. The eyes that should be filled with love, but all you could see was heartbreak.

My friends and I were doing a good job in putting the shattered pieces back together, but she would always leave a hole in his heart. A hole only she could fill again. In the night, or when something reminded him of his past, he had a total break-down. Not in front of the army, of course, but I could hear his soft cries and sobbing in the night. It was heart breaking. And every time I heared him, I wanted to tear those apart, who caused him so much pain. The Chaos army was his new family. I was his family. I never left his side through all the betrayel. Through all the good, and all the bad times. I sighed and looked down at the sleeping form in front of me. He looked so peaceful when he slept. Like nothing in the word could bother him, or break him apart piece by piece. His first dreamless sleep in ages. I was almost sure that these nigtmares weren't normal. Someone caused them, someone who wanted to see him suffer. He told me one time that the dreams weren't always memories, sometimes he would see something that had never happened. He wouldn't tell me what exactly he dreamed of, but it shocked him to the core, that's for sure. I was one oft he few poeple he had left, and I wasn't going to let him get hurt. Not again. As quiet as possible I drapped the blankets over Omega and went to the little sofa in the far left corner of the room, right next to the door. In the dark I could see the glowing and swirling Planets on the walls. They were a replica of the real universe. They were beautiful. There was a desk and a wardrobe. Weapons laid on wooden tabels along the wall to my right. One sword hung on the opposite wall. It was almost the same as his old sword Riptide, but instead of a trident, there was a rose. He named it τριαντάφυλλο. It means 'Rose' in greek. (A/N: I'M JUST GOING TO CALL IT ROSE) Chaos gave it to him after he joined the army. It belonged to Chaos's second in command, but she died a year before we came. The rest of his room was training area. Dummys stood in the corner, a few already distroyed. I sighed again. I did that a lot lately. I had to admit that I was worried about Omega. All he did was train. He pushed himself too hard. The worry was overwhelmimg, but slowly the tiredness took over, and I welcomed the world of dreams, so I could take my mind off of Omega. At least for a few hours.