The Omega’s Secret

Chapter 5 - Dream Memories

* * * Amy's POV * * *

I’m a young girl, maybe five years old. I’m sitting on a man's knee, and he is reading me the Wizard of Oz. I giggle as he sings in a squeaky voice “follow the yellow road, follow the yellow brick road. Follow. Follow. Follow the yellow brick road,”. I am happy.

The scene begins to blur and then I am in a pool. There is a party going on around me. The birthday banners say, ‘Happy 6th Birthday’. There is music and laughter all around. There are children and adults playing games. A man walks out with a cake, candles lit. Everyone turns to me and begins to sing Happy Birthday. I know him, this man is my father. He looks at me like I’m the most special girl in the world. He loves me. Just as I spot my mother, the scene again begins to blur.

I’m walking down a dim corridor holding my father's hand. “Now that you are six and clever enough to understand, it is time we visited the special library,” he says.

“Does it have more fairy tales, Daddy?” I ask him, eager for more stories about flying houses, magic slippers, glass slippers and princes.

“No sweetheart. This is a special library. It contains legends and prophecies that are true fairy-tales,” he explains so that I will understand.

“True fairytalesfairy-tales?” I ask.

“Yes, come sit at this table with me sweetheart,” he says kindly. I do as he asks.

“I need to listen very carefully. We will visit here often to make sure you know all of this. You are a very incredibly special young lady, more special than your mother and I.me. The wolves in our family are sometimes granted special extraordinary gifts. My gift is uniting people together and influencing their feelings. Your mother has the ability to connect with nature and help the land grow,” he begins to explain.

“Is that why our land makes good harvests?” I ask, wondering if my mother was the reason, we always grew large amountscopious amounts of food.

“Yes sweetheart, there was a prophecy made a long time ago by your great-great-great grandmothergrand white witch that a young girl would be born at the harvest moon, born to two wolves each with a gift. This girl would have special extraordinary gifts that have never been seen before. Her wolf would be the daughter of the moon goddess. Together they will unite all wolves and all the species within the world. She will be the queen. The alpha of all alphas. You are that girl, my little love, You will be the Alpha Queen,” he explains.

“So, I’ll be in charge like you daddy?” I question.

“Even more in charge than me. You would be my boss,” he smiles.

“That sounds like a big job, daddy. The whole entire world,” I say in awe.

“All in plenty of time. It will be an excessively big job. But not easy. Not all alpha wolves will want an alpha to them. So, for now, until you are ready, you must hide your gifts and only use them at home with your mother and me.”

My little self is confused at this. As I watch my father cuddling my smaller self, the scene again begins to blur.

I’m still a young girl, maybe seven years of age. I’m in a studio, trying to paint the dream I had seen. But I can’t get the fire right. I’m becoming more and more increasingly frustrated each time the brush strokes don’t make the image I want. I can feel myself getting warmer, the angrier I become. “Baby girl, what are you doing?” my papa shouts in shock.

I zone in on the canvass to see that I’m painting with real fire. I drop the brush. Shocked that it is on fire. When the brush leaves my hand, the fire fizzles out. “Papa, did I make that fire?” I ask.

“I think you did, sweetheart. It must be one of your gifts. What were you doing?”

“I was trying to paint my dream and I couldn’t get it right. Then I was angry because I kept doing it wrong,”, I explain.

“Was the fire in your dream like the fire you made?” He asks me.

“No papa, the fire in my dream was like real fire, not blue fire. Did I do it wrong?”

“No sweetheart, your gift needs time to develop, I think. We will have to visit the special library. But we need to control your temper, so people don’t see your gifts,” he replies.

On and on, these memories return to me. There are so many happy memories, I was well loved.

I’m sitting in a large car, looking down at my hands. I’m a child. I look around the car. No, I look around the limo. The interior is expensive, leather seats, a drinks cabinet, a TV, and low lighting. There’s a lady sitting near the window. She is beautiful beyond compare. Her ash blonde hair is styled in a bun, with whispywispy tendrils framing her face. She turns and looks in my direction. Who is she?

“Amethyst, could you come sit over here please,” says the lady. Am I Amethyst?

My body moves to the lady, and she scoops me up and sits me on her knee.

“My little love, we are almost there. We must be ready to greet them. Remember we are there to set order and give hope for a better future, but no gifts.”

“But Mama, if Papa is already there, why do we need to leave home? What if they don’t like me? If Papa has saved them, will they know about the gifts already," I ask Mama nervously.

This is the first time I’ve seen my mother close up, my first time remembering her face clearly. Her face now enters the other memories clearly. I feel my heart hurt.

“The Silver Lake Pack have had a hard time; they are a peaceful pack and other packs want their land. Your Papa has helped to make their lands safe. But now we must help them build their future. Your Papa’s gift is discreet, mine my little love is not,” Mama explains.

“Because Papa saves the packs, but you save the people, Mama. You’re a special Queen,” I say.

“That’s right, my little love. In this pack I would be a Luna. A Luna is the heart of the pack, and we need to teach the Luna of Silver Lake to shine.”

“Mama, if Silver Lake needs a future, why can’t we take them home with us?”

“My dear, our land is small, we would have to hide our gifts and there are just too many wolves, so we rule with mercy and lead them to live peacefully. We are here, little one. Remember not to display our gifts.”

When the car pulls up, I follow Mama out of the car. I look around the Silver Lake pack. Buildings are smouldering, it doesn’t look like papa has saved much.

It’s dark and raining, and I’m following Mama into the woods. Everybody is asleep and I get to see mama’s gift. She sits on the ground with her legs crossed and her palms on the soil. She begins to sing and hum. This goes on and on and on. My tired eyes want to sleep. “ OK Amethyst, let’s go to bed.”

“But mama, nothing happened,” I say, confused. The land still looks the same.

“If you want to stay awake all night watching it work, you can, but otherwise let’s sleep and see what we can see tomorrow,” she says, smiling at me.

When I wake up and leave our tent, I stand with my mouth gaping. Where there had been charred ground, there is bright green luscious grass. Mama's song has healed the ground.

Silver Lake Pack wolves stand around the packland, thanking the moon goddess for the miracle she has bestowed upon them. Mama looks at me and winks, holding her finger to her lips.

My memories of playing with auntAunt Dotty and Uncle Walt return. They loved me so very much. It is very clear. Aunt Dotty has come to Silver Lake to visit.

I can’t sleep, so I get up from bed and leave the tent. I can hear hushed voices in the distance.

“Alpha Ron, I know it is you and your Luna who have birthed the child of prophecy. We must mate her to my son when she comes of age. It will make a strong alliance,” says a voice I don’t know.

“No Alpha James. The moon goddess will pair our daughter with a mate worthy of her. When she is born, I think any future child of mine will be very incredibly special indeed,” my papa answers, as though I’m not already born.

“Do not take me for a fool, Alpha Ron. I know the child is born. Are you saying my son would be unworthy?” Alpha James says angrily.

“Not at all. I have never met your son,” my papa replies.

“You will regret this, Alpha Ron,” the man says angrily and walks away from papa.

Papa walks back towards the tents. I follow this strange man. He pulls a phone from his pocket: “Beta, summon my warriors and come to the Silver Lake pack. Alpha Ron has challenged me” the man says.

I can smell fire; I can hear screams of the wounded and angry roars and snarls of wolves fighting. “Amethyst, Amethyst, I need you to run, my dear,” my mama says quickly.

“But mama, I don’t want to leave you,” I cry.

“You must, baby girl, you must. Aunt Dotty is going to hide you and then come back for your papa and I," mama says quickly.

I'm running with Aunt Dotty, away from the fighting. “Why can’t I ride your wolf, aunt Dotty?” I ask.

“I'm a member of the Mountain Shadow pack. If I turn into a wolf, my Alpha will know I am here. He will command me and know where you are.”

“Why is it bad that your Alpha knows where I am?” I ask, thinking he can save us.

“He wants you for your gifts, my dear. We must hide you. And when you hide you must stay until your parents, or I come to get you,” she explains.

I was alone, sitting within an opening of a willow tree. I hear footsteps. “Amethyst, it’s Aunt Dotty. Please come out. There's no time to lose,” she says urgently.

“Where’s my mama and papa?” I cry.

“I’m sorry child, Alpha James has killed them,” she begins to explain. When I scream, she puts her hand over my mouth to silence me.

“Hush child. We must be quiet. I have to save you. I need to perform a small spell on you, it’ll remove your memories of who you are until I can make you safe again,” Aunt Dotty says urgently.

Aunt Dotty places an empty sage bowl from her bag onto the ground directly in front of her. She places some rosemary on the bottom of the bowl. She then lights a stick of sage and, without blowing out the flame, chanting the following words.

“Fire bright, Sage Light. What was made wrong is being made right. The memory is gone, what is done is done. All will be well by morning sun.”

Aunt Dotty blows out the flame and lets the smoke smoulder into the air. And then she begins to chant:

“This memory hurts me yesterday and today, but not tomorrow. I will soon be healed of this harmful sorrow after this cruel memory out aloud is said, erase this painful memory from my head, as I will it, so mote it be.”

I begin to feel funny, as I hear Dotty talking about my childhood and that night. My head is feeling fuzzy. I fall to the ground.

I open my eyes and there’s a strange lady in front of me crying, she is sprinkling black pepper into a smoking bowl and then what appears to be sea salt on top of that.

She starts speaking strange words:

“I release all things from the past that have caused any negative attachments. I prepare and welcome new changes, new lessons, and new adventures. I welcome new opportunities to grow emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.

I call the past to meet the present, that the future may be bright. I bring myself forth from the dark, and hold myself in the light. Let not the past control my present, let not my future be dark as night. Meet and greet me with open arms and move back into the light.

My heart is now at peace with my soul, so mote it be.”

She then puts out the fire, her body trembling.

She staggers towards me and places her hands on my shoulders.

“Your name is Amy. You are six years old. Your Mother was an omega. You are an orphan. Keep repeating that until you remember it,” she tells me while crying, and staggers away.

I sit in the dirt crying. “My name is Amy. I am six years old. I am an orphan. My Mother was an omega,” I say over and over again.

The sun begins to rise, and I am still repeating “My name is Amy. I am six years old. I am an orphan; my Mother was an omega," and then I hear footsteps approaching.

I wake up startled, jumping from bed. I’m looking around the room wildly screaming. A body tackles me to the floor. “Shhhh Amy, Shhhh it's OK. I'm here. It’s just your memories returning. It’s ok. Amy, I don’t know what you are doing but you are burning me. Please stop. Keera, please help me,” she says.

Amy. My dear Amethyst, I am sorry for your pain. You were so loved. You are still loved.

I see images of my parents and the happy times in my mind, and I feel myself begin to calm. Looking around and actually taking the room in, I see Amber rubbing her hands and arms.

“s**t Amber, did I hurt you?” I ask, mortified that I could hurt a friend.

“It’s OK princess, I’ll survive, I promise. That looked really intense. Are you OK?” She asks.

“He wanted to make an alliance; he wanted me to marry his son. He murdered my parents,” I cry.

“Do you need a hug?” Amber asks.

I nod in reply.

“Well, come here, just promise you won’t burn me,” she says. I can’t help but laugh as I lean into her embrace.

“It’s going to be OK Amy. I’ll ask Dotty what the plan is and then we will make our move. But for now, we need to act normally, sweetie. Let’s go back to sleep. We have a lot of acting to do tomorrow,” Amber says while stroking my hair.

I climb into her bed and hold on tight to her embrace, feeling Keera pouring a calming essence into me. I fall asleep heartbroken.