Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, dark thoughts, alpha beta Omega, Omega Oliver, Oliver/Al Owal, good Ras, slow burn

...

"Do you think that he will return? It's been eight years since he last stepped into the seeker's world."

The speaker was a woman who looked to be in her eighties. Few would know it but she looked far younger than her actual age. Time had been kind to her. Unlike some of her predecessors. At least in her time as guardian there had never been an attack on the island she safeguarded. Thus she never had to use her life force to protect it.

Her companion was man in his late thirties. He had brown hair and bright blue eyes that held more knowledge than his years could possibly possess. An unkempt beard made him look slightly older but not by much. Though the two had only met recently current events had forced a bond of trust.

The two companions were in a cavern a pool with a small island in the center. The cave walls were lined with crystals of varying sizes. Power exuded from the room and only someone who was deaf to their world wouldn't feel it.

The man answered with a shake of his head, "I don't know. Even as a boy he was unpredictable. The only one he remotely trusted was Alec and that was before the man had taken a sabbatical in the Amazon."

The old woman glanced at her companion her grey eyes showing compassion. He ignored the look instead focusing on the object in his hands. It was a brown leather bound journal. The clasp was gold and locked so that only select few could open it. It held everything he had been working on for the last decade and within the page was a silver amulet with a purple stone. When his friend decided to leave their lifesthle behind he had returned it. His way of renouncing who he was and everything he had done. All so he could return to a father who hated him. Then he disappeared. It was by the luck of the Gods he had seen him just in the briefest of glimpses in London. The grin so feral yet so much like the boy he known all those years ago.

"Will he come though? He renounced the Seeker life, Eathon."

Eathon with the barest hint of a smile, "Nimue you know as well as I do. One cannot just renounce the life of a seeker. The call will always be there. He will simply need a push and that push will lead him here. Eventually."

"And your journal?"

"I'm going after Simon. If I fail I need someone to be able to follow in my footsteps. Without the journal they will have a poor chance at that."

Nimue sighed, "Be careful, Eathon Lambert. You are a good man that the world would be a darker place without."

Eathon grinned the tiredness leaving his stance, "I'm always careful."

Then he turned away leaving Nimue on her own to stare after him. She was afraid he would say that. Silently she sent a prayer that he would have safe passage on his journey and that they might meet again.

...

Running a hand down his face Oliver strode purposely towards the Great Hall. He wore a dark tunic and black pants. Over the tunic was a jacket that showed he was a member of the League. At his hip a sword was belted and a bow was across his back. The only thing he was missing was his quiver left behind in the armory. It wasn't necessary since he was called before the Demon's Head.

At the door Oliver paused giving a look towards one of the guards. There was a spark in the green eyes that told him it was Al Namir. Al Namir was a member of Ra's personal guard. The two had been good friends since Oliver joined the League two years ago. Namir had joined two years before Oliver. He had been something of a mentor to the omega.

Namir greeted his voice gravelly made by his mask, "Al Sahim."

"Namir," Oliver returned the greeting with a nod, "The Demon's Head has requested my presence."

Namir looked at his fellow guard. Oliver couldn't tell who they were by the mask and hood. Their scent was being masked as well. Silent communication passed between the two personal guards.

Then Namir nodded, "Go ahead, Al Sahim. The Demon's Head is waiting for you."

Oliver didn't say anything else as he entered the Great Hall. A new set of initiates were in the middle of a training session. There were only six new initiates this time. When Oliver had come in there were twelve. It made him curious about how many they usually had in new initiate groups.

Ra's Al Ghul stood to one side watching the initiates. The man was an alpha and gave off power in every fiber of his being. Oliver had several inches on the man but knew he could easily be put down by the man. It had nothing to do with his designation as omega. After all, in the League designation meant nothing as long as they were willing to learn and obey.

Approaching the Demon's Head dropped to a knee and said lowly, "Master, you asked for my presence."

Ra's didn't look at him or say anything for a moment. His eyes were watching the initiates with dark eyes. Oliver did not interrupt the alpha's thoughts. He would answer Oliver when he was ready. The clashing of steel rang in the background.

Finally Ra's said his eyes were still on the initiates, "Al Sahim I have a mission for you."

Oliver did not stiffen. Missions were a regular occurrence even with status as a new member. It had only been a few months since he received his name from the Demon's Head. It was rare that he named an initiate himself. However he was looking forward to making himself useful.

Ra's continued in a low voice, "Your mission will be with Sayad. Both of you will going to a site in Prague. A trafficker we have been hunting for is thought to be there. If he is there make it look like an accident. The plane is fueled and waiting for you."

Sayad. He was an interesting man to say the least and Oliver respected him. He had been one of the members who took a special interest in him during his year. Ra's, Sayad, and Sayaf, all took a personal interest in his training. Al Sayaf becoming something more than a mentor to him.

Oliver bent his head in acknowledgement, "As you command, my lord."

Oliver shifted back and was about to stand to leave when Ra's said, "Al Sahim," Oliver froze, "Be wary. You are the third to be sent after him."

Two of his brothers or sisters had been killed by this man. Oliver would make sure neither he nor Sayad were the fourth.

...

Prague had not changed much since Oliver's last visit. It was crowded and made his skin crawl. Too many people. Too easy for someone to stick a knife in his ribs. The last time he was here, it was with Alec and Dante. They were searching for the Golem. The mission had been a failure all that time ago. Now he wondered if the hidden secret was still out there. Or if the Foundation had come back for it.

Oliver had to force himself to focus. They were here for a reason. That reason did not have anything to do with his previous life.

From his position he could see several men and women in suits hanging around the local cemetery. It made him frown. There should be nothing of interest in that cemetery. He had personally searched when he was fifteen. Unless this was a meeting point for the trafficker. But that didn't make sense either. There weren't any cars suited for that kind of job. What was going on?

Oliver was going to move closer when Sayad appeared. The older blond said sounding mildly miffed, "I couldn't get close to whatever they are doing in there."

Oliver hummed but didn't say anything. He was trying to judge his own chances at getting through. They both had similar capabilities when it came to stealth. It was likely that he would fail just as Sayad had.

Sayad held out his phone to Oliver and ordered, "Look at this."

Doing as he was told he looked at the phone. It was a seemingly innocuous photo. Without the background of his past. The man in the picture was nothing special. He was of average height in a dark suit without a tie. Sunglasses kept his eye color from being too obvious but from experience Oliver knew they were yellow. No what caught his attention was the silver necklace that lay around the man's neck. A red gemstone lay in the center of it.

Fuck! That was a seeker's amulet. Which meant this was a seeker operation. Was it the Foundation? Somehow he doubted it. Now what to tell Sayad?