All Chapters of The Omega Prophecy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IanTraining Archer was something of a mission impossible.He was a novice in every sense of the word, so much so that I wondered if he actually took the librarian course. I didn't want to judge him, but he wasn't giving me anything good to report to Rob; all I was seeing was one disaster after another.“I'm sorry,” Archer said again as he realized he had miscategorized a book in the system. “I know I sound stupid at the moment, but—”“Relax,” I said calmly. “You're very stressed and on edge; you need to calm down. It's your first day.”“I'm looking like an idiot in front of you,” Archer said as if that really bothered him.His reaction surprised me, so I was honest.“Why do you want to be a librarian?” I asked him seriously.Archer frowned and then looked at me as if he too was questioning the answer, which was a bad sign.“You can be honest,” I said and Archer sighed.“I'm here because they helped me get in,” Archer said and I nodded. “I need a steady job and a friend from the gover

A whole week passed since Archer started working at my side.The first three days were total chaos, then Archer picked up the pace and took care of all the tedious part of digital categorization. He was fast at it, so because of that I was able to arrange the new library shelving properly without falling behind.We reached a point of good efficiency and my days were quiet next to Archer as he told me stories about the Reserve and avoided anything about his life. Although I understood that he was a private person, I felt that his avoidance of the subject was unusual. However, it was nice to know him; he was not as quiet as I was, he had an opinion for everything and he was always cooperative with everyone.He was a perfect gentleman, to the point that Carol was ecstatic to have him in the library.“The He-Man is a visual spectacle and he's divine as a person,” my best friend said that Tuesday while we were having lunch and Archer had gone to buy some candy she liked. “He's nice; he loo

IanI looked at Archer in bewilderment.A flash of lucidity went through my head and I got out of his pickup truck.“God, if you exist, please make me wake up from this nightmare,” I whispered in disbelief.I felt like I was inside the dream of a dream and it was the strangest situation I had ever experienced in my life up to that point. I really doubted my mental health, so I shook my head hard in a vain attempt to bring myself back to reality.Archer disagreed with that.“It's not a nightmare; it's reality,” Archer said once he got out of his pickup truck and approached me.“You can't come and talk to me about my so-called biological parents,” I said angrily.It seemed easy for him to say things, but in my head, I couldn't process it. I should have been running away from him, understanding that he was a beast, but there I was, standing before him with no clear idea why I was humoring him.“You have a biological family that loved you and never abandoned you,” Archer said firmly. “I k

Ian“Have you guys lied to me my whole life?” I asked my father in horror.“Mare and I protected you, Ian,” my father said with embarrassment. “We were waiting for the moment when the seal retaining your power would break so we could converse with you and properly instruct you on your powers.”I laughed in disbelief.I felt like the rug had been pulled out from under my feet and the earth had shaken.“Was it necessary to wait until that point instead of telling me something as basic as my origin?” I asked angrily. “You witnessed the nightmares that haunted me as I tried to remember everything before I was abandoned; you saw me have those horrible headaches and the discomfort I felt knowing why I was left hurt. You supported me in a false search for my past, but now I see that maybe you had the therapist stimulate a rejection reaction and discourage me from searching any further. Right?”My father pursed his lips and I cursed through my teeth because I had made a correct deduction.It

IanI felt like I was going to die until the black wolf of my dreams drove the killer wolf away from me.In horror, I watched the fight of my vision unfold in front of my eyes.The brown wolf was trying, unsuccessfully, to bite Archer's paws but found it impossible due to the fact that Archer was not only larger in size but seemed to be much more practical and violent.I decided I wasn't going to stand idly by, so I carefully got up and looked for something I could hit the brown wolf with to help Archer. I walked to the edge of the river and found a piece of rotten trammel.“I hope this one will do,” I said with trepidation.I was not aggressive; I avoided fights at all costs; however, when bullying began to brew at the high school where I studied, my father took me to self-defense classes when he saw that I did not react.In that class, I learned that the rule of life is to attack to defend yourself.The problem with that philosophy is that not only was I at a disadvantage, but when