When I woke up, birds were singing somewhere in the distance. Faint sunlight filtered through the drawn curtains and straight into my eyes. I groaned and tried to get up. It felt as though I'd spent the entire night running through the desert. Every bone hurt, and I felt dry inside and out.
I reached for the bedside table and someone handed me a skin. I grabbed it hastily and brought it to my withered lips. The sweet and sour taste of wine chilled me to the bones. I gulped the entire skin in one go. It was refreshing. It felt as though I was drinking life in liquid form. When I drained the skin to the last drop, I turned to look at who handed it to me.
Omega was sitting on a wooden chair near the bed. His eyebrows were arched, and his forehead heavily creased. He seemed troubled, and angry.
"You're an idiot," he said as he took the skin back from me. "You can't tell the difference in power between you and the others, can you?"
I shook my head.
