Note - They are fairies. This is a fairyverse mixed with an Omegaverse. I hope you like it.

The Omega Fairy

Come closer. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. We, fairies, aren't what they say.

Come, sit down, and my light will warm you.

There. Isn't that better? Isn't my light lovely? It'll keep the dark away.

Don't cry, young one. They'll find you soon. Just wait for sunrise.

How about I tell you a story? A fairy tale?

Get it?

…

You're too serious.

I know! How about I tell you the tale of the fairy, Alfred F. Jones. Ugh, yes that is a fairy name. What were you expecting? Tinkerbell.

Oh… you were.

Mortals.

I think I should explain some things about my kind first.

Fifteen is a crucial year for fairies. It is the year we discover if we are Alpha, Beta or Omega. Alphas tend to be the warrior class, Betas do the dull stuff, and Omegas belong to the religious class and deal with raising young ones. There's more to it of course. I'll get there.

On the first full moon after the winter solstice of our fifteenth year, every fairy goes to a Ceremony of Deciding. It is then our lifelong orientation is revealed by a Decider. We don't manifest signs of either until after that year. Sure, some fairy godmother tales' say things such as a cocky attitude is a sign of an Alpha. But those are just fairy tales.

Haha. Seriously, laugh. It's funny.

Never mind.

I should also mention: nineteen is an important year.

That is the year we become sexually mature. Oh, don't make that face. Yes, fairies have sex. Really, the things they say about us.

Anyhow, as I was saying, we become sexually mature. For example, Omegas have their first heat.

No.

Not like dogs. Don't interrupt.

It is also when a male Alpha must compete in a Selection Test, a barbaric ritual where the winners are allowed to stay intact and the losers, well, they get a choice between castration or banishment.

Harsh, I know. It's for the best. Too many Alphas cause problems. Society must be protected. So snip, snip.

It's rather funny. Everyone thinks of Alphas as the dangerous ones. They forget that the original meaning of Omega is "the end". Maybe that's why Omegas tend to be seen as so submissive. So we wouldn't suspect them?

Ah, Alfred was a good fairy. He didn't deserve… what happened. Then again, who does?

I knew him as well as anyone ever would. A lot of this story comes from other points of view, but much from his own. He shared a lot with me before… well, I'll get to that part.

No spoilers. Haha.

Let me tell you of Alfred. F. Jones and the War of the Wish…

It all started on the night of Alfred's Deciding.

Once upon a time…

"Race ya, Mattie!" Then Alfred rocketed up in a streak of fading red, white, and blue sparkles. There was a faint "H-hey" and then he was out of earshot of his brother.

He beat his dragon-fly like wings; the moist air whipped at his face, running invisible fingers through his golden hair. He never felt more alive then when he flew.

After a few barrel rolls and a corkscrew that left a disappearing residue of fairy dust, he soared through the lush, waxen leaves toward the uppermost branch of the Great Summer Oak, the tiny fig leaf with his assigned number clutched closet to his chest.

Silver moonlight shined over the smooth bark. A grinning Alfred burst through a patch of leaves and hovered for a moment over the thick branch on which four circles of torches burned. The largest was for his fellow Undecided and thirty or forty were gathered inside.

As he zipped over he spared a glanced up at the hollowed out hornet's nest that served as the Temple of Deciding. He couldn't wait to learn he was Alpha. He was sure he was. Everyone was. There was no way he was Beta, or worse Omega.

He glanced at the other circles to see the Beta one already had a dozen while the Omega and Alpha ones each had about four.

"The Hero is h—" He was cut off when the collar of his brown jacket — stitched together autumn pecan leaves that had been soaked in special oils — was grabbed at the back. He craned his head around, scowling at Berwald who had on his usual stern expression.

"Number," Berwald grunted. The tall muscular blond was clad in a breastplate of clam shells and an acorn helm. He held a shield of carved seashell.

"Ugh!" Alfred grumbled, waving his fig leaf around. "You know I'm supposed to be here. You better not have torn this. It took Mattie forever to stitch."

Berwald released him and began floating back down. Alfred flew off, shouting back, "You need to get a mate!"

In the distance appeared the dull orange glittery glow that was Matthew's fairy light. His brother was catching up. Alfred turned back, waving and giving thumbs to his peers as he passed overhead.

"Over here, Al!" With a widening grin, Alfred went to Gilbert at the edge of the Undecided circle. The rare albino fairy stood out with his white hair and crimson eyes. An extremely-annoyed Elizabeta and a nervous-looking Lili stood by him.

"You're Hero is here!" Alfred announced. "And what the hell are you wearing?"

"Awesome, right?" Gilbert said.

"Ugh… he found it in that Caravan of the Rogue," Elizabeta said, rolling her luminescent green eyes. She was clad in a dress of pink petals that stopped well short of her knees.

Lili, on the other hand, wore dark red rose petals that dragged on the ground and Gilbert…

"What is it for?" Alfred asked.

"Don't be jealous. This is more awesome that mess of leaves you have on. Let me guess that adorable brother of yours sewed it together."

"He may have helped," Alfred admitted, showing off his green-leaf tunic and brown-pecan leave jacket. He jerked his thumbs over his shoulders to emphasize the number fifty. "But the design is all mine, baby! Seriously, what is it for?"

"This," Gilbert said, puffing out his chest and planting fists on his sides. "Is a manly sock from the human world."

"A what?"

"This idiot bought it last night from that pervert Francis," Elizabeta said, tossing her pony tail over her shoulder. "He got drunk as can be off white clover nectar. Then that Caravan owner Francis offered some fermented grape juice. Well, one thing led to another. He even let Francis feel him up! Now he's wearing a sock — a human's stinky sock!"

"It's not stinky! And it was worth it!" He sniffed loudly, nostrils flaring. "You're just turned off by my manly scent!"

"More like gagging from it," she said, waving a slender hand in front of her crinkled nose. "I can't believe you! This is the Deciding!"

Lili was fiddling with the blue ribbon on the side of her bob-cut style blond hair. She seemed to not want to be involved in this conversation. She covered her mouth, hiding a very soft giggle.

"Dude, is that sock for a girl?" Alfred asked, studying the white sock. It had pink at the end where three holes were cut so that Gilbert's head could stick out and his arms from the sides. There were slits in the back for Gilbert's large moth-like wings.

"Of course not," he said, sounding offended. He beat a hand against the front where a rather cutesy unicorn was embroidered with pink sparkles. "It has a unicorn, one of the most vicious and powerful creatures in the Midsummer."

Alfred nodded in agreement at that. Nobody messed with unicorns. Ever.

"Let's go, Lili. Leave these two to their own silliness," Elizabeta said, fluttering upward. Lili followed, after a glance and they went to another group.

Gilbert cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, "You're just jealous because I make for a better boy than you ever did! See if I make you my Omega."

Elizabeta stuck her tongue out at him.

"Like you'll be an Alpha," she called back.

Gilbert laughed at that. "Like I wouldn't."

"Like we wouldn't," Alfred said, nudging him. "Speaking of Omegas."

"Y-you jerk!" An out-of-breath Matthew said, arriving and slumping to the ground. "How could you take off like that? This isn't a compet — why are you wearing a baby's sock?"

"Baby's sock!" Gilbert gasped in horror. "This is a man's sock."

As Matthew tucked in his wings under his tunic of burnt-orange sewn-together maple leaves, he said said, "That's not possible. The only humans small enough to wear that are babies."

Alfred cracked up, doubling over.

"Shut up! It's man's footwear and how would you know?" Gilbert said, scowling. "Have you ever seen a human?"

"No, but we human are said to be huge. We're only the size of their largest finger. So how something that goes on their feet fit us unless it was for an infant?" Matthew explained.

Gilbert turned red-faced and Alfred laughed harder, slapping his slides.

"Shut up!" Then Gilbert's cocky grin returned and he said. "I don't believe you. And I'll prove it one day when I go to the human world."

Alfred stopped laughing and looked up, blinking surprised. Even Matthew's violet-glowing eyes widened. "G-gilbert the human world is dangerous."

"I hear they can kill our kind just by saying 'I don't believe in fairies'," Alfred said.

"That's a rumor," Gilbert snorted. "I'm not scared."

"N-Nor am I!" Alfred said quickly. "I'll go there too! When I become Alpha!"

"We'll be manly Alphas!" Gilbert agreed, slinging an arm over Alfred who returned the gesture and gave Matthew a thumb's up.

Matthew rolled his eyes.

"You both have the intelligence to be Alphas," Matthew said sarcastically, groaning when they answered in unison, "Thank you!"

A number was shouted down and everyone turned to a nervous Lili who took off, heading toward the temple while a pink-glowing Seychelles floated down. Everyone watched Lili's ascent, slowly shifting to watch Seychelles descend into the Omega circle where she sobbed and was comforted by the others.

"What's she crying for?" Gilbert said.

"She wanted to be a Beta," Matthew said softly.

Waving a hand dismissively, Gilbert said, "So what? Her life will be easy as an Omega. Nothing to do but get people to pray and fart out kids and please her Alpha. Her life will be easy. Not like us, Alphas. I mean I'll be fine. It's Alfred here could lose his balls."

Gilbert winked as Alfred frowned.

"Yeah, right." Alfred jerked a thumb at his chest. "I'm gonna be King Alpha one day like Kiku. I'll rule the Summer Fairies with my great ideas."

"Heaven help us all if that happens," Matthew said quietly.

"You wait and see. There won't be any like me!"

"Mattie, don't fret," Gilbert said. "When you find out your Omega, I'll make you my mate."

Matthew scowled at him and Alfred scowled as well, stepping between them, he said, "Mattie's a beta."

"I-I could be Alpha," Matthew said.

Alfred and Gilbert both looked at him and then burst into laughter. His face turned redder and redder and he stamped a foot. "I could be! You could both be Omegas."

They laughed so hard one of the guardsmen came over to shush them and they finally quieted. Wiping tears out of his eyes, Alfred said, "Good one."

"I wonder," Matthew said nervously, "what it'll be like to have scents."

Gilbert looked over seriously, lost in thought. It was something all young fairies were curious about. Betas didn't really have a scent and didn't smell it in others, but Alphas and Omegas were famous for it. They could know each other's moods by it. It would only begin in the months after tonight.

"I bet you'll smell like maple syrup or something," Gilbert said.

"He already does!" Alfred said, looking around at the other fairies. The moonlight made them appear as fireflies in its silvery light.

"I'll miss you if you're sent away," Matthew said.

It was no secret that Alpha and Omegas were segregated from society until an Omega found a mate and Alphas after the Test of Selection. Only Betas could go home.

"Number fifty!" A voice called down and Alfred started.

He looked at his fig leaf: fifty.

"Bye, guys," he said with a sad wave as he floated up.

"Good luck!" Matthew called.

"Wait for me in the Alpha circle!" Gilbert hollered up. Other fairies cheered similar things.

As Alfred went up, Lili came down. She gave him an encouraging smile and pointed at herself, mouthing, "Beta". He grinned and gave her a thumbs up.

As he approached the Temple, he repeated in his head, I am an Alpha. I am an Alpha.

And gulped hard. Destiny awaited him.

TBC… "The Starlight Omega"

Note — Sorry I couldn't get it all out. I thought I'd get the ball rolling on this. Next up, is a kidnapping and Ivan.

And then the race is on for Alfred. A rare, one in a thousand year Omega, with mysterious powers.