Golden Omegas [Now rewritten as Aureate Perennials]

Chapter Five: Praying to the heavens

He prays for help and a bird greets him. The omegas bond. The Golden Omegas plan a rescue.

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Alluring scent wafting over the mountaintop.

He sat atop the boulder.

Black curly short hair dancing with the soft breeze.

"We have to take you away. Your condition is like a curse! If we don't, the whole village is going to collapse! Even the omegas of the village are acting crazy!" His father shouted at him, panting, meters away from his son sitting atop the boulder, lonely.

He didn't speak, he only smiled and nodded to his father whose face then was soft and kind, but now has a reddish bag under his eyes, stress clearly shown at his face.

"Good... good son... that's right, obey," he said and backed away.

That was his father's words as he left the mountain where all the beta villagers set traps around to ward off the alphas and omegas of the village and passerby's.

He was alone.

He went to a small spring and bathed himself in the water. He had food every day because of the trees.

Other omegas weren't like this, why was he like this?

He went to the area of the woods where the boulder was, surrounding it were tall bamboos. But overhead the boulder was clear. He loved the place it was his daily calming spot. He brought books from the small house and sat there, reading.

Until he couldn't take it anymore, his worried thoughts rushed in. Where was his father going to take him? What are they planning?

His tears started to drip and he clasped his hands.

'Please help me. Why is it like this? I cannot disobey my father, I have seen what my scent does to the others, I have to stay away. Will I be alright? Do not abandon me please.'

He just closed his eyes and said a small prayer to the guardian gods of Fukuroudani.

He sat down his book and pulled his knees to his chest, wept at the sleeves of his purple with flower designs kimono.

A flapping sound was heard, he turned his eyes to his shoulder where a small bird rested.

It had grey and black feathers, golden yellow eyes. Its claws were resting on his shoulder. It was a baby owl.

He wiped his tears and reached out his right the owl flapped its wing to re-land on his hand.

"What are you doing here little owl?" He asked the bird and scratched its neck, it closed its eyes and nuzzled against his fingers.