He ran he could not stop if he stopped they would catch him. Why, why couldn't this be a normal dream why couldn't he have normal dreams. Omen thought as he ran in this dream that wasn't a dream and as he ran thinking this a crackling, thunderous, and decaying voice as if the being that made this voice had just rose from a fresh grave called out to him. The booming dead sounding voice formed from everywhere and nowhere all at the same time calling out to omen by name as if it had always known him and watched over him his whole life. The voice screamed a warning to him as parent or loved one would scream a warning, "Run Omen my little one run away or they will catch you. They will catch you and take you and they mustn't or they will bind you, seal you, and take away what you are run and be wary they hunt your trail once more," boomed the dead sounding voice then a second similar voice joined the first and together they started to chant, " be swift and wary in this hunt for the hunted must make the hunter the hunted and the hunted must become the hunter. Be swift for you must find us to do so seek your name sake seek the great omen." At hearing these last words omen realized only to late he had stopped as the creatures that had been chasing him bit down one on each of his hands. Biting him, branding him, and marking him for what he was and as this happened Omen heard a voice in his head a voice similar yet different than the others tell him, "Omen, listen and listen well you are soon going to start to change and learn about what the world is really like all that you know will be tested and you shall learn much some will enchant you, some will frighten you, some you will know from your dreams, and some will make you wish it was all a dream but it isn't it is all very real and very dangerous so stay strong and search for us we all wait." At hearing this Omen sat bolt upright wide awake screaming in a cold sweat after starting to calm down Omen thought, "Ok it was just a dream," and then he looked at his hand and on the back of each one is a unique colorful symbol tattooed into his flesh and at seeing this a scream left omens throat that dwarfed every scream he had ever made before. Unknown to Omen at seeing the two symbols tattooed into his hands one on the right hand the blood red sun the symbol of vampires and strength and the left hand the sky blue moon the symbol of werewolves and steath had caused the third symbol to form turning his irises blood red symbol of the liche and wisdom and the begin of many more changes.
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