Author's note: I forgot to say that in the first chapter. SPOILERS from ToG to EoS! Nothing for KoA(I haven't read it yet.)

A little shorter chapter this time. Also, I want to tell you that I am going to mix the events from QoS and EoS and pull the freeing of the magic a little earlier than in QoS so it fits the story. There won't be Morat, everything will happen in Omega. That doesn't mean that I am going to skip all the events.

Giza collapsed in bed immediately after she closed the door of her room. Just now the fatigue from the whole day came and almost crashed her. She curled on a ball and fell asleep. And dreamed.

She was standing on a green glade at a forest. She could hear shouts in the distance. Angry shouts.

Suddenly a dark haired woman, holding a child, ran out of the woods and stopped next to a big oak tree. She put the sleeping child, a little girl that looked around three, next to the tree and kneeled beside her. Giza heard her words:

-"I am sorry I can't stay with you. But it is better for you to grow away from this world. Your father knows the beings in this forest. They will protect you, because he couldn't."

The shouts grew closer. The woman stood up and turned towards them.

-"I will have to go now. They will be here soon."- She whispered and then shook her hands. Iron claws came out of them. She turned to the child once more. Giza could see the tears in her eyes. Then she ran at the directions of the shouts.

Giza woke up and stood straight in her bed. Something in that dream has shaken her. She didn't even know what. She didn't know the woman, who had been a witch, or the child. She just felt strange.

Probably just all the stress from yesterday had taken over her dreams, she thought. Pushing the dream at the back of her mind, she got out of bed. While dressing up, Giza caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror put on the wall. She looked up and got closer to it, starring at the reflection. Her hair looked like it has been attacked by a wild squirrel, her lips were cracked from the coldness of the yesterday flight, and there were red marks on the place where she had pressed her face against her hand while sleeping. With a few words, she looked awful. But it was not her face that had caught her attention. But her ears. Which were pointy.

Of course, she had known that they were pointy from long ago, but she had never paid much attention. She thought that it was a common witch feature. Now, after seeing other witches, whose ears were perfectly round, hers have started to worry her. She also had those weird canine teeth, which were longer and sharper than it was normal.

Some Silverstorm feature, nothing more, she thought, but that hardly calmed her feelings. So she focused on putting her leather flying suit on and braiding her hair, that hardly reached under her shoulders, on the back of her head. Then she got out of the room and to the hall Aradace was sleeping in. She decided to start calling it the Dragon hall.

She had to wake Aradace up. He wasn't really fond of that, but they had to catch some breakfast and today was the day the witches were going to choose their Wyverns, so they couldn't be late. Giza wanted to be there and see the Wyverns together with the others, even though she wasn't going to choose one.

Her first tries to get the dragon up were failure. He perfectly knew what he had to get up, he just didn't want to.

-"Alright, then…"-Giza said finally. She was starting to get very angry and annoyed-"If you are not coming, I am going to go and choose a Wyvern. Then you would be able to sleep as long as you want."

That seemed to work. Dragons were very intelligent creatures even though they couldn't talk, but Aradace still decided that she was serious. He got up and looked at her like a kicked puppy.

-"Oh, come on. Don't be such a baby. Of course I am not serious."-Giza said while putting his saddle on. She wouldn't leave her dragon even if they offered her all the gold in the world. They say that witches are born without hearts, but Giza knew she had one. And unlike the other witches, she could smile. And laugh. And love. And she loved her dragon, he was the only family she knew.

As they flew out of Omega, the cold air cleared Giza's mind. She watched as the Sun rouse up at the horizon, colouring the sky in soft pink. Then they turned to the long rocky canyon, surrounding Omega, and soon arrived to the rock site where the clans were gathering together.

Giza could just land on a distant rock and watch quietly from there. But where was the fun in that?

-"Let's give them a good show"-she told Aradace. Then directed him to the rock site.

He made a dive and flew close enough to the witches so they could see the rider on his back. Then he riced back in the sky, doing loopings. Then, after a few minutes, Giza decided that it had been enough and he landed on the rock site. She slid down from the saddle and on the ground. Where the witches were looking at her with amazement, shock and….could that be fear?

-"Giza Silverstorm."-she presented herself to the witches that hadn't been on the meeting.-"Nice to meet you."

During the whole choosing, she kept a mask of full neutralism on her face, except the sharp smile that was there. It sent a clear message.-"Don't annoy me and you won't have problems"

A roar shook the mountain as the biggest Wyvern to now came out of the iron gate. He was almost as big as Aradace, which was huge for a Wyvern.

Giza stood at the edge of the rock site, next to a white haired witch, who she recognized as the Blackbeak hairess. The beast got closer to the lure, a small Wyvern chained to the wall. Giza felt pity for the poor animal. It wasn't his fault that he had been born tiny.

The giant male attacked the lure and hit the old wound on its hip. He knew where to hit so he could enjoy the pain. And while the other witches looked at the picture with pleasure, Giza closed her eyes. Not from fear-she wasn't scared. She just knew that if she kept watching she was going to draw her sword and go to kill the beast, because she just couldn't watch how animals were tortured for fun. She had never liked it. Spending her whole life in the forests, Giza had grown attached to the animals.

-"If you want him"-a voice whispered behind her-" why don't you go and get him?"

Giza opened her eyes just in time to see Iskra pushing the Blackbeak witch in the pit. She accidently caught Giza's cloak while trying to hold on place. And they both fell down.

Dear gods, the pain. That was the first thing Giza felt as she first hit a rock site that slowed her falling, and then the bottom of the pit. She didn't feel like she had something broken, but she couldn't take a closer look. One of the reasons was the giant Wyvern starring at her with hungry eyes.

The first time he attacked she was able to escape. The second she wasn't that lucky. He slammed her with his tale and she hit the rocky wall. Seconds separated her from death. And then the lure attacked the giant Wyvern, pushing it aside.

They both have survived. She and the Blackbeak heiress, whose name Giza learned was Manon. And Manon choose the lure as her Wyvern. "A warrior". That was she had called him. She was probably right.

Giza needed to relax. And by it she meant to go and train. It had always calmed her.

After she entered the training grounds, she noticed a few things. First, the gathering there were the Thirteen, Manon's gathering. Second, the few younger gatherings where being taught by two red haired witches, who were laughing maniacally while tossing knives around.

Giza wasn't exactly in the mood for swords or daggers, so she took her bow off her back and went to the side of the hall where there where targets.

Shooting was a useful skill to have. No one had tough Giza how to do it-she had learned alone, with a lot of training. The bow she got from a crafter in exchange for three wild rabbits.

She started. Most arrows were hitting the center, but she missed a few times. Far from best, she taught. In a battle, you had no chance to miss. If you did, you died. That was the reality. Hard and cruel.

Finishing with the bow she looked at the red haired witches, now tossing knives at the ones who they had to train. That had to teach them to be fast and swift, but it didn't work so well. Most of them were bleeding and didn't look happy. But Giza taught "Well, why not?" and went closer.

-"May I join?"-she asked. One of the witches jumped and dropped her knives.

Giza had accidently sneaked behind someone again. From the years of hunting she had learned to walk soundless. That sometimes played bad jokes on her, especially when the "someone" she scared was a witch holding knives.

But the redhead just gave her an iron teeth grin and tilted her head in the direction of the young gatherings. Giza went there, not paying attention to the glares she got, and stood on the front. Then the training started again.

Manon POV

Manon had never seen such speed. The Silverstorm, Giza, she remembered, was now just a blurred spot escaping from the knives with such ease as if she had been born doing it. Then she catched on of them, turned around and tossed it back into the demon twins' direction, almost hitting Falon.

After the training finished, Giza stretched up and was ready to go. She said goodbye to the twins, who answered her with the same, which they did rarely.

-"She is pretty good for a child."-someone said from behind. Manon turned to see Asterin, her cousin and second in her command behind her.

-"We will see about that soon. Is she going to fight in the Military games?"

-"Not alone. She will be given the choice to decide if she wants to fight as a member of one of the clans. My advice is to try to draw her at our part. If she really has a piece of The Dark crystal, she must be a fighter. Her dragon would also be a big advantage."

-"I would think on that. "

-"Except that"-Asterin continued-"I don't remember the last time Falin and Falon have been so, well….nice to someone."

Manon also didn't .