The Stained Omega

Chapter 39

An Omegas job.

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I’m sitting in the kitchen, it’s dark outside the windows and I can hear a wolf howling in the distance.

No, he’s not howling, he’s crying.

I look down and, on the table is a blanket or what used to be a blanket. It’s ratty and worn with holes

destroying its once beautiful pattern. I walk to the sink and below it I open the cabinet to reveal a

beautiful ornate sewing box. It’s wooden with wolves of all different shapes and sizes carved into it. The

box itself is massive and when I pick it up, I have to readjust as it’s almost too heavy to lift. When I sit it

next to the blanket on the table, I notice an engraving on the side, Swiftmane Pack

961. 1961.

I open the box to reveal perfectly cut pieces of cloth, multiple colours. and thickness of thread and

dozens of sewing needles.

I sit in one of the chairs and get to work fixing the blanket. Each hole seems bigger than the last. Some

holes seem to have a crusty edge. almost like it’s been burned into the very fibres. I carefully scrape

the burnt pieces off and layer each section with padding before I put a fresh patch over it. Each patch

gets a second and third passing to ensure I haven’t left any holes. No point in fixing something if it’s

just going to break again.

Once I’m done the sun is shining through the windows and I can see a grey–haired woman sitting on

the porch. I pick up the blanket and walk outside. As soon as I open the door, she turns to look at me.

She has grey, almost white hair in a tight bun. Her red rimmed glasses hang from a chain around her

neck, her face is graced with lines that display a full life.

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“Ah, you fixed it. I knew you would.” The old lady says. She’s rocking. back and forth in the chair.

“The wolf…it stopped crying.” I say to the lady.

“Of course, he has. If you did a good job on the blanket, you won’t ever hear it again.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand.” I say to her,

“You will, my dear. Give Fraction my love.” She says taking the blanket from my hands.

The walls are made of fabric, and I can hear the wind howling outside. The tent I’m in isn’t big enough

to stand up in and barely big enough to lie down.

I start to panic when I realise there is water on the floor. I get on my hands and knees and start to feel

along the bottom seams of the tent. Eventually I find a hole in the fabric. It’s small but growing with

every splash of water that makes it through.

Turning in a circle to look for something to block the hole I see the wolf engraved sewing box. I quickly

swing it open; it has more stuff in it than before. There is a collection of buttons, some zips, more

threads. and more needles. The swatches of fabric are gone.

As I pull off some thread and a needle. I notice an engraving on the side of the box. This one is below

the other. It reads. Swiftmane Pack 1974. I trace my fingers over it, I can feel every groove and scratch

used to form the words.

I quickly turn back to the hole and start to steadily sew it up. The fabric is tough and it’s hard to get the

needle through. After a few passes with the needle, it snaps in my hand. I grab another needle.

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opting for a thicker one this time and start again. This time the needle. has no issue with the fabric.

Once I’m done, I run my fingers along the sewed area looking for any weaknesses.

“A fine repair.” I spin around to see the little old lady sitting next to the sewing box.

“Where did you come from?” I ask her.

“I come when I’m needed. Swiftmane Pack hasn’t needed me since I passed in 1974.” She pats the

sewing box.

“It’s your sewing box?” I see her smile.

“It was to be passed down from Omega to Omega. There was no other after me though. So, it has Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

been gathering dust and is unable to do its purpose.” She looks sad as she pushes the box towards

me. “Use it well, little wolf.”

“What’s its purpose?” I ask, I don’t hear her answer.

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