The Aradath Tribune

"The Madness of the Flame"

As he turned his head and glanced at his lifelong home, he knew this would be the last time his dark, white eyes would ever see this place again. The 20 plus years of torment in this place, most of which was self inflicted, flooded through his head, as he shivered from the memories.

"Yes... Yes... Time for a new beginning... A new start... Time to show the world what I see.... Time for a change... The time has come..."

He let out a deep long sigh and chuckled. The conversations with himself that occurred deep within his mind had been growing more and more in depth over the past few years.... Now becoming almost uncontrollable. The madness ran thick in his family. All of them were now dead from or because of it. None of the cures readily available that stop the disease from overtaking your mind seemed to have much of an effect on him or his family. Along with the strong madness, came an unusually strong magick force. His kind had always been adept at their magickal weaving abilities, but in his line of ancestors, himself seeming even more so, were overly powerful with their abilities.. Much of his family had died from the combination of the uncontrollable madness mixed with this unusual magick potency.

He felt both forces flowing strong throughout his body at all times... It was almost as if they fought each other, and making each other stronger at the same time.

He shook his head clear of the thoughts with a frown. Too many times had he dwelled on the forces raging inside of him. Too many times he had gotten lost inside of his head searching for answers. All of those sleepless nights, the unstoppable breakouts of hysteria, and the uncontrollable fits of rage had taken it's toll.

Nearby, a small, hair spider scuttled by stopping only for a second to bare its fangs and continue on it's way. Omega'Xai... As short tempered as he is, called to the runes of fire that surged through him so strongly, and gestured at the little creature. Within seconds the bug burst into a giant ball of flames, then exploded into pieces. All that was left was a few charred, twitching legs that ceased to move after a few moments. He laughed at the ease in which he was able to destroy the creature. He had spent many days and nights searching through the silver mines near Rathan for creatures to destroy in very much the same manner. No matter how many times he had done it, it always brought the same feeling of contentment.... almost soothing his soul. He smiled slyly at the memories... The only ones that seemed to bring him satisfaction.

Omega was never an evil person. He never went out of his way to cause trouble. More or less because He didn't like most people in general, and would only deal with them when the situation called for it. If anything, he was even soft-spoken. He made friends with a select few people... ones who's minds he felt were strong enough to be able to share the same air space as him.

He hated simple-minded creatures.... Pitied them in their blind, dumbfounded ignorance. Yet he believed in every race there was a very few with strong minds. Not as strong as his or his kind of course, but enough to where he could call them friends.

Yet no matter how close he would become with his friends, he always kept one eye on them watching their every move. He didn't care who or what you are. If you cross or annoy him, he wouldn't think twice about throwing balls of flame in your direction. And his powers were great enough to put even the most feared creatures of the lands on their backs.

What he hates even more so in this world is ignorance. And through the lands, tales of ignorance have been spreading like wildfire. Whether it be random killings with no motive, thievery, or just plain stupidity.... Wherever you went, you were surrounded by it.

Omega wasn't an innocent, by far, but when he killed, he had a good reason. Never an innocent everyday person. He believes the weak will die off in time, because nature works that way, and he doesn't feel the need to help things out... too much anyways. Only fools acting foolishly or people that had a dislike for him did he ever do harm to.

In the booming city of Spur, he knew that fools were running loose everywhere. It angered him even more to know that after all the years of war his race went through, and the madness that followed because of it, that there were still fools walking on the same land as he does. He licked his lips and he could almost taste the foul taint in the air from them. He spit and grunted at the foulness, breaking the silence in the air as he worked his way down the path towards the city. He startled a bird sitting in an old, dead tree. As it flew away squawking, that same desire.... the adrenaline rush screamed throughout his body... the same feelings he had when the spider ran by him earlier that day. He snickered and decided against it. He knew he needed to save his strength for when he arrived at Spur. He knew his magickal powers needed to be at full strength when he got there. If it was half as bad as the stories he had heard, he didn't think he'd be able to control himself as he did with the bird.

He had never been much of a people person, made a bit reclusive more or less because of the madness. He dwelled on what the simple minded ones might think of his personal quest against the world. Not that he really cared what they thought... But then his thoughts shifted to the dreams he's always had of power and total control over their clouded minds when he was able to sleep. Power a God could only possess. He looked up at the sky and scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking of the Gods that exist in this day, and the power each one possess'. As he thought about that power, the same tingling feeling deep inside of his soul pulsed stronger as it always does when thinking about the powers of the gods. The feeling was almost calling to him... reaching to him to grab hold of it. But he was afraid... He knew in the deepest corners of his mind what the feeling was, but was afraid of it. Afraid he couldn't control it and it would destroy him. Just the thought of the power he felt he could possess dropped him to his knees... Exhausting him. "One day... One day.... But for now...." he chuckled. Standing up, feeling very fatigued, he staggered to a nearby lake, grabbing some water creatures scurring about, draining every last drop of energy from them, sucking it into his being. he let out a sigh with a smile... He loves doing that. As he continued on his journey to the city called Spur, his heart started to race... the closer he got, the faster it raced with excitement and anticipation of what he knew was in store. And with a big, sly grin, and an almost possessed look in his eye, he strutted down the path humming to himself,

"I wish I was a fire bomb that... Never stopped exploding...."

-Omega'Xai TracerBlaze