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1. Tyler
2. Kalistratos
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 1

TYLER

W eird visions.
I’d blamed the six months of barely any sleep, working graveyard security at the plant, being around all those weird
chemicals. Those were always just flashes, though, like when I put up the toilet seat and instead of a bowl of water I saw a
night sky with a fiery bird streaking across it like a comet, or the one time when my kitchen cupboard became a window to
what looked like a temple straight out of that one movie my boyfriend always wanted to watch. The one with the ripped-as-fuck
Spartans. Ridiculously hot.
Dammit, Tyler Blackwood, I tell myself. You really ought to call them what they were—hallucinations. And you really
need to stop referring to Jeff as your boyfriend.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’d fucked, or the secret kisses he gave me when none of our friends were looking. He
was always “not ready” for the commitment.
It doesn’t matter anymore, though, because I’ve gone crazy. It’s the only way to explain what’s happened over the past six
hours—at least, I’m guessing it’s been around that much time. I don’t have my phone, a watch, or anything on me.
I look around the dark cell, which is no bigger than the bathroom of my tiny one-bed apartment. An inch of murky water
covers the mud floor. The walls are made of thickly woven branches, with tiny spots of light poking through. It smells like a
swamp—because it is a swamp. A swamp populated by frogmen.
Yeah. Frogmen. Huge walking, talking frogs wearing clothes and swords.
The door is made of heavy wooden bars, and I slop my way through the mud to peer outside. It’s afternoon, and though the
cell is tucked in the back of a large structure, I have a view of the middle of the frogmen’s village. A few of them are gathered
there around a huge pile of wood. I don’t have a very good feeling about what it’s going to be used for. It reminds me of when I
used to go camping with my uncle back when I was a kid, and the huge bonfire we would cook s’mores over. I feel like I’m
about to become the marshmallow in this situation.
Frogmen, the swamp village, this cell… All of it feels so real.
A thought begins to fill my head, and I look down and see the nervous sweat on my arms.
Maybe I’m dead?
Is this the afterlife?
The last thing I can remember from before I found myself standing alone in the middle of a forest was stepping off the bus
to get to work. The doors had opened, and again I was greeted by that wild hallucination of the fire bird coming straight at me
in a starry night sky. It felt like I was being picked up, yanked into the atmosphere like a fish being plucked from a lake by an
eagle. Maybe I was hit by a car or something. It’d been the usual sound of traffic, of music being blasted from the guy on the
corner’s stereo, of car horns and a plane passing overhead, and then, quiet. The wind blowing through trees, the gurgle of
water, the whirring buzz of insects, and a moment later, the frogmen surrounding me with nets and ropes like something out of a
Halloween horror show.
I slip my hand through the bars and feel around for the lock. It’s a strangely cut block of wood with a round keyhole. Maybe
I can pick it. I’d once spent a night shift binge-watching eight hours’ worth of lockpicking videos on YouTube. The things you
can learn at a low-risk security guard job.

There’s nothing in my pockets I can use, though. I’d had a backpack with me when I’d left the house, and it’d been on me
when I’d stepped off the bus. All my shit was in that bag—keys, a pen, my phone, hand sanitizer, even a lighter. If I had been
run down by a car, maybe it’d been separated in the impact. Or maybe you don’t get to bring your belongings to heaven.
But this isn’t heaven, is it?

A centipede writhing across the woven stick wall is a sure sign that it isn’t.
It makes no sense, but something in my mind is telling me that I’m not dead, that this isn’t the afterlife, and that I’m not
hallucinating. I’ve been taken, just like those airplanes that disappear in the Bermuda Triangle. I’ve been transported to another
world.
“You aren’t gonna have much luck trying to finesse that lock if that’s what you’re thinking,” says a voice from somewhere.
I jump and somehow manage to bang my forehead against the door. “Ow, shit!”
The voice chuckles from the darkness, and I realize that there’s another cell next to mine. I hadn’t noticed it when the
frogmen locked me up—I’d been too busy trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.
“Who’s there?” I say.
“Just another idiot who managed to get themselves trapped by the Erpetosi.”
“The urpay-what?” I bring my face close to the gaps in the weave to try and see into the neighboring cell, and I can just
make out a figure sitting in the darkness of the opposite wall.
“Erpetosi,” he says again like it’s something I should know.
“The frog guys?” I ask.
There’s a pause.
“Yes,” he says. “You’re not from Circeana.”
“Uhh… No. Definitely not.”
“How the hell did you end up in the middle of Erpetosi clan territory?”
I fiddle with the lock, but nothing about it looks like anything I’d seen in my lockpicking videos.
“Told you. You’re not finessing it,” the mystery man says.
“Well, I’m not going to sit here and wait to get turned into lunch for a bunch of frogs.”
“Lunch?” he says in an amused voice. “Someone like yourself will fetch a high price on the breeder’s market.”
I must not have heard him right. “Say again? Breeder’s market?”
“How does a young omega wander into Erpetosi territory without knowing the frogs trade in slaves?”
“Slaves?” I repeat, shocked. I press my face up to the wall in panic, trying to get a better look at the man in the cell. It’s
dark, and I can just make out the silhouette of his form. Both of his arms are up against the wall like he’s holding an invisible
bar behind his head. He’s shackled, I realize.
“Slaves,” he says. “You’re gonna be put up for sale on some breeder’s slave line, sold, and impregnated by the highest
bidder.”
Now I don’t know what to believe. He must be insane.
“In case you can’t tell, I’m kind of, like, a man,” I say. “No one is getting me pregnant, alright? Unless… Oh, god.
Frogmen…”
 My mind goes to all the sci-fi horror movies I’d watched with Jeff, with alien creatures bursting out from chests.

Jeff.
My heart lurches. If this is all as real as I know it is, then I’m a long, long way from home. A long way from him.
“You’re not an omega?” the man in the cell says. “You sound like an omega.”
“What the fuck is an omega, dude?” I demand angrily. “What the hell are you talking about? One moment I’m getting off at
my bus stop and the next I’m being marched through a swamp by a bunch of anthropomorphic frogs like I’m some kind of
backwater furry convention.”
I’d been in a kind of shell-shocked daze this entire time, and now everything was hitting me all at once.
I hear a creaking sound as the man leans forward towards the wall separating us. The restraints holding his arms to the wall
are made of some kind of fiber, like a braided rope. The shadows move across his body as he enters a spot of pale light, and
my heart does a flip as I see that he’s completely naked.
“What are you?” he says in a low voice that sounds suddenly cautious, like saying the wrong thing might catch him on fire.
“You sound human, but… Are you a soul reaver?”
He can’t see me through the tiny gaps in the wall.
“A soul what? Of course I’m human.”
I quickly realize that in a world with frogmen, it isn’t such a silly question. And if it needs to be asked, then what other
kinds of weird shit are there in this place?
Even though the light is dim, I can tell his body is extremely shredded. My mind again goes back to Spartans. I hate that I’m
staring.
“You’re naked,” I say dumbly.
“Thank you for telling me.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m too dangerous, otherwise,” he says with a chuckle. “Or at least, that’s what our captors think about me.
Stripped me bare when they caught me. It happens sometimes.”
“Sometimes? How often does this happen to you?”
“In my line of work? Enough. What’s your name?”
“Tyler,” I said distractedly. “Tyler Blackwood.” My brain is spinning with everything being dropped on me, and peeping
through a hole at this gorgeous naked criminal splayed out against the wall like Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man isn’t making things
any easier.
“Tai…lar…” he says, like it’s the most exotic thing he’s ever said. “A very odd name.”
“Yeah? And what’s yours?”
“Kalistratos.” It sparkles on his tongue.
“Talk about odd names,” I say.
Kalistratos sinks back into the shadows, and before he can reply, a dark shape slinks past the front of my cage. I gasp. First
giant frogs, now giant rats? No—it’s not a rat. I relax as I see the two green eyes staring back at me, the pointed ears, the long,
swishing tail.
“A cat!” I say. “Hey, kitty. What are you doing here?”
The black cat turns away from me, and I see it’s carrying something in its mouth—a stick with its end twisted into a spiral.
 “Finally,” Kalistratos says. “Alyx, where the hell have you been?”

Through the gaps in the wall, I watch as the cat shimmies through the bars of Kalistratos’s cell, pads through the muddy
water to him, and scales his body like a mountain goat. It perches on his shoulder, and to my amazement, pushes the spiral stick
into the lock holding Kalistratos’s left wrist against the wall. It pops open, and Kalistratos quickly frees himself from the other
binds.
“Apologies,” a voice says. “I was delayed.”

I jerk my head back and forth, expecting to see someone else outside of the cell, a young man by the sound of it. But there’s
no one else here.
“Don’t tell me you were chasing birds,” says Kalistratos, rubbing his wrist. He steps forward into the light. Oh, he’s naked,
alright.
Then it dawns on me—it’s the cat. The fucking cat is talking.
“It’s not easy getting past a group of Erpetosi in the middle of broad daylight, thank you very much,” he says as he flicks
muddy water from his paws with disgust.

“Do you know where the map is?” Kalistratos asks.

“They have it held in a chest, along with their other plunder. Including your gear.”
“By the gods, I might make it to the phoenix temple after all.” He quietly unlocks his door. “Let’s go.”
“What about the omega?” the cat asks.
“What about the omega? We’ve got no time to waste.”
“H-hey! You can’t just leave me locked up in here,” I protest.
Kalistratos pauses with his back to me. His body is framed in the light. It’s the kind of physique that only men who do real
hands-on work have—cut, practical, and incredibly powerful. A guy who spends his day swinging around a hammer or an ax…
or maybe a sword. Just what does this guy do?
“Dammit,” he groans. “Alyx, keep watch.”
He sloshes through the mud to my door, and I do my best not to stare at what he’s packing down below. I immediately feel
guilty for thinking he’s hot, like I’m being unfaithful to Jeff. But, dammit, I need to remember that Jeff and I are not together, no
matter how badly I want us to be.
But I can’t help it… Even here, in this insane fever dream of a situation with talking cats and frog monsters and naked buff
guys, I’m still thinking about how much I want to be in a relationship with Jeff.
Kalistratos thrusts the key into the lock and frowns as he wiggles it back and forth. “It’s not opening.”
“Did you put it in the right way?” I ask.
“I know how to put in a key,” he mutters. “Must be a different one for your cage. Alyx, were there other keys?”
“Not that I saw.”
“Let me try it,” I said. “I’m a security guard, I know my way around a key.”
“Be my guest.”

I take the stick from him and push it into the hole. What the hell? This lock is truly unlike anything I’ve ever used. The key
doesn’t even seem to fit in like a normal key.
I jab it with the stick in frustration with absolutely no luck.
“Incoming,” warns Alyx.
 “Good luck,” Kalistratos says, and before I can say a word the two of them are gone.

I’m left there, staring blankly, all alone. The sound of large amphibian feet slapping through water echoes from outside, and
I can hear the croaky, guttural rasps of the frogmen’s speech.
They’re coming for me.

The frogmen are all about five feet tall, walk on two legs, and wear brightly colored clothing made from a fabric that looks
like burlap. Some of them have whiskers sticking out from their upper lip, kind of like a catfish. It makes them look like they
have mustaches. A few have swords hanging from their belts. There’s something about seeing my reflection in their huge, black
domed eyes that reinforces the reality of my situation. This isn’t a dream. You can’t see your reflection in dreams.
I blink blearily in the sunlight as I’m put into shackles and led along a marshy path out of their little settlement. I stealthily
slip the key out from where I’d hidden it in my waistband. No way am I going to be turned into some frog’s sex slave.
What the hell was Kalistratos talking about, anyway? I hadn’t misheard him. He’d clearly said that I was going to be
impregnated on a breeding line. I can’t get my head around it. Is that how these creatures work? Do they implant their young
into other beings like some kind of parasite? God. It’s too horrible to think about.
I have to get out of here.
“Faster,” the frog behind me croaks, jabbing me in the back with the hilt of his sword.
“Alright, calm down. It’s not easy to walk when your shoes are full of mud.” Right as I say this, the ground swallows my
leg up to the shin. I fall forward and get a face full of swampy muck, and the stick key falls out of my grip as the frog guards
haul me up to my armpits. I look down in a panic and watch as it gets trampled into the swamp as they pull me forward, and the
thick, sticky mud sucks one of my shoes off my feet.
Oh god, I’m fucked! I’m not ready to be a frog’s baby daddy!
A frog hops quickly through the mud, splattering me as it passes, and the procession stops. It’s speaking urgently to the
guard at the front.
“The other prisoner escaped,” I hear it say. “The cage was unlocked.”

“Secure the horde. Track him down. We promised delivery of an omega and an alpha, we cannot turn up with just one.”
“Yes, sir.”

I’m shoved from behind as we start again down the trail. The panic is really starting to set in now.
“Look,” I say to the frog behind me. “There’s been a mistake. I don’t belong here. I’m not an, uh, omega, or whatever they
just said. I’m an American. And I’m, like, late for work.” I feel like an idiot, but the words are kind of just tumbling out of my
mouth.
“Shut it, omega,” the guard snaps.
“You know what? Fuck you, Kermit!”
Panic has turned to a flash of anger, and what do I have to lose by getting the hell out of here? I jump out of the line and lose
my other shoe in the process, hopping through the mud like a deranged lunatic trying not to step on broken glass. It’s a dumb
idea, of course, but I can’t just do nothing. The frogs are on me in seconds, unhindered by the mud. Something smacks my
shoulder and sends me staggering forward, but before I fall, it yanks me by the shirt and nearly rips it from my body. I fall onto
my ass and realize one of the guard frogs just nabbed me with his fucking tongue. There’s a patch of slime dripping down my
back, and several stubby leaf-shaped blades are out and leveled at my face. I put up my palms.
“Easy now,” I say. “You need me, remember? You’ve already lost one prize.”
 “The traders don’t require limbs, do they boys?” the lead guard says to a cacophony of croaking laughter. “Just a working
womb.”

“You guys seriously need some glasses, or anatomy lessons, or something,” I say. “I’m. A. Man. I’ve got a dick and balls,
alright? And unless in this world a guy can get pregnant from his asshole, you’re making a big mistake and whoever is buying is
gonna be really disappointed.”
The frogs stare. One of them croaks loudly and his throat inflates like a green balloon. It’s odd that I’m able to read the
expressions on their faces, but I can. I see the smirks.
“This one forget he’s an omega?” the croaker says.
“He’s just talking nonsense thinking it’ll buy him time,” says another. “He’s trying to confuse us.”
“Or,” the lead guard says, “perhaps he’s not from this world.” A muted chatter goes out through the group. “He appeared in
the forest the day after the great firefly crossed the sky, did he not? And look at his clothes! They’re not like any I’ve ever seen
before.”
I try to throw my hands into the air, but they’re shackled together. “Exactly! That’s what I was saying! I’m not from here, I
shouldn’t be here, so you all should just let me go.”

None of them pay attention to me.

Suddenly, a very alarming thought crosses my mind.
What if men can get pregnant here?
“Sent by the heavens?” one of them says. “By one of the Great Lords?”
More murmuring.
The leader strokes his whiskers. “If that’s the case… He’s worth even more money!”
They all cheer. Slimy hands grab me and pull me back in line. I shout in surprise as someone pokes me in the ass with the
tip of their sword.
“Get walking, star man,” they say.
Star man. A David Bowie song starts playing in my head. Things are getting real. There’s no getting out of this. Terror
creeps up my spine, and there’s only one thing that I can think of at that moment—Jeff. God, I can’t believe I’m never going to
see him again. Never going to feel his hugs or laugh over stupid memes, or talk about the movies we hate… I miss him, that
idiot who isn’t even my fucking boyfriend. I want nothing more for him to somehow just appear and save me from this
nightmare.
“Oy, look!” one of the frogs near the front says, pointing up at a tree. “There’s a cat up on the branch.”
Sure enough, I see Alyx perched like a raven watching the procession with his green eyes, his tail swishing back and forth
below him.
“A snack.” The frog rears his head back, readying to unleash his tongue and snatch Alyx right off the branch.
Before I can shout a warning, the frog snaps forward. I wince as his tongue blurs through the air. It strikes the branch where
Alyx was just a moment ago, sending leaves fluttering down from the tree. Alyx has hopped away. The frog struggles—his
tongue is stuck to the branch.
The attack happens so quickly I don’t even register what’s going on until three of the guard frogs standing around me drop
to the ground with knives jutting from their backs. The rest of the group breaks into a panic, and the lead guard is shouting to get
them under control. The stuck frog is pulling on his tongue, eyes wide in panic. I shout in surprise as something bright flashes
past my face and severs the frog’s tongue in the middle. He stumbles and falls over one of his pals, croaking in pain. There’s a
knife stuck into the tree. I fall to my knees in the mud and try to make myself as small as possible.
Get me the fuck out of here!
 I know I should be running for it, but I’m terrified that whoever this new threat is will send a knife into my back the moment
I try to escape.

But then I turn and see Alyx is still perched on the branch. He’s licking his paw and watching all of this go down without a
care in the world. Kalistratos, I realize. That’s who’s kicking these slaver frogs’ asses.
Another one drops lifeless into the mud with a wet smack, and the rest scatter quickly. Only the leader is left. He spins
around, holding his sword out in front of him like a microphone. My heart jumps when he spots me crumpled in the mud. I try to
get up and out of his reach, but his tongue snags my arm and hauls me to him with shocking force. The edge of the sword is
pressed against my neck.

“Show yourself!” he croaks. “Or I’ll kill him!”

“Put down the blade,” I hear Kalistratos say, and then he appears in front of us out of the forest like a lion coming out of tall
grass. He’s no longer naked. Bummer. If I’m going to die here, having an eyeful of hot naked man would be the way to go. His
body is wrapped in a faded orange tunic that comes down to his knees and is bound up at the waist with a belt, and there’s a
kind of leather bandolier or satchel tied across his chest. How he managed to stay hidden in the intense green of the forest is
beyond me. It seems impossible.

“How about a deal?” says the frog.

“I don’t make deals with slave traders,” Kalistratos replies, and without slowing his pace, he draws another knife from the
bandolier.
Jesus Christ! The guy is going to get me killed. “Hold on!” I stammer. “I should get some say in this, right?”
“Fuck you!” the frog bellows, and he shoves me forward at Kalistratos—or where Kalistratos was.

But he’s gone. Vanished.

As I stagger around, I see the footprints impressed into the mud and Kalistratos appearing in front of the frog in what looks
like a plume of fire that appears and vanishes faster than I can blink. The frog doesn’t even have time to react. It all happens
even before I hit the ground. The cold flash of Kalistratos’s knife, a grunt of pain, and the sword falling from the frog’s hand.
“Phoenix…” the frog wheezes. Then it falls face first into the mud.

Kalistratos wipes his knife on the back of the frog’s tunic and sheaths it before coming over to me. He holds out his hand,
and I stare dumbstruck up at him. His eyes are startlingly bright, like the color of new pennies. This guy… He’s not human. It’s
not just the eye color or the teleportation shit, there’s just something about him. Like, an aura. I can’t explain it; I just know.
And there’s something more, a strange feeling I’ve never experienced before. He’s hot. But it goes so much deeper, and it
confuses the hell out of me. Where is this feeling coming from, and how is it something I didn’t even feel with Jeff?
I try to put words to it but come up short. I grab his hand, and he pulls me up. I’m suddenly aware of how absolutely filthy
with mud I am.
“T-thank you,” I stammer.
“Are you alright?” he said.
I touch the side of my neck where the frog’s blade was. There’s a thin scratch, but nothing worse. My heart is pounding, but
I find I’m able to get it under control. This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a life-or-death situation—I used to work security at a
gas station and had to deal with my fair share of armed robberies.
“I’m fine,” I say.
Alyx hops over, using the dead frogs as stepping stones. “We should leave, Kalistratos. Before more show up.”
 “Right.” He gives me a salute with his fingers. “Well, good luck.”

The two of them leave the path and start into the forest, and I hurry after them, slopping barefoot through the sticky mud.
“Wait, you’re not leaving me behind,” I protest.
“Well, you’re certainly not coming with me,” Kalistratos says.
“But you rescued me.”
He gestures to the cat. “It was more his idea. Just go back whichever way you came from.”

“Oh, okay, real easy,” I say. “I’ll just ask the damn fiery bird hallucination to come and haul me back to planet Earth.” I throw
my hands into the air. “Take me now!”
Kalistratos and Alyx both stop.
“What did you just say?” Kalistratos asks, looking at me. “Fiery bird?”
“I’ve been seeing this flaming chicken for weeks,” I say. “I had one more big hallucination and boom, I was here.”

The way he’s staring at me makes me feel like I just admitted my insanity, and I guess I did.
“Coincidence?” Kalistratos says to Alyx.
“When it comes to the Great Phoenix, nothing is ever a coincidence,” he replies. “The question is why.”
“Phoenix?” I say. “That’s what the frog called you, isn’t it?”
They ignore me.
“Better bring him to the hideout,” Alyx says. “I’ll go on ahead.”
“You’re leaving me with him?!” Kalistratos exclaims. “What if he’s a soul reaver in disguise?”
“You know you’ll just slow me down, Kalistratos,” Alyx says. Then he looks at me again like I’m the weird one here and
bounds away into the forest.

Kalistratos sighs and glances at me from the corner of his eye. He’s keeping his distance from me. What am I, radioactive?
“Mind throwing me a bone here?” I say. “What just happened? What the hell is a Great Phoenix and what the hell is an
omega?”
“Gods,” he mutters. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Not a fucking clue.”
“We’ve got a long walk ahead of us and plenty of time to explain. But first, we’d better get you some sandals.”
I’m still barefoot, ankle-deep in the mud. I’ve almost gotten used to it. Kalistratos backtracks to the dead frogs, and I watch
as he gathers materials off of their bodies. Soon he has several strips of leather and long laces cut from their clothes and
belongings, and using a thorn plucked from a nearby plant, he stitches it all together into a pair of sandals very similar to the
ones he has on. It all takes him less than ten minutes. I’m stunned. It’s a level of casual handiwork and craftsmanship that I’ve
never seen before. I put them on, but Kalistratos has to show me how to tie the laces. He kneels in front of me to do it, and I
feel like a dumb kid instead of a grown-ass twenty-five-year-old man.
As we walk, Kalistratos gives me a crash course on the differences between alphas and omegas, and it leaves my head
spinning. Gay relationships here are the norm, and what really breaks my brain is learning that alphas can impregnate omegas.
Yeah. Men can get pregnant. So the whole thing with the breeding line had nothing to do with some weird frog biology and
everything to do with weird biology in general.
Kalistratos insists I’m an omega. I ask him how he can tell, and he looks at me like I’ve asked how he knows the sky is
blue.

“Can you not see with your eyes that I’m an alpha?” he asks.
“I have no idea what I’m looking for, dude.”
“Dude? What is ‘dude’?”
I sigh. “Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“It should be obvious,” he says.
“Well, it’s not for me. We don’t have anything like it where I’m from. Not for humans, anyway.”
The strange thing is that I do feel something that I can’t explain. It feels like developing extra taste buds or a sixth sense, or
like going to the gym for the first time and discovering the muscles you never knew you had. And it’s more than just finding
Kalistratos to be attractive. It’s that aura I’d noticed before. I guess I’m able to put a word to it now—he’s an alpha, I’m an
omega. It’s biology in this world Kalistratos calls Circeana.
He can get me pregnant.
 2

KALISTRATOS

C ould this strange omega truly have been brought here by the Great Phoenix? His talk of visions of a flaming bird seems to
say so. So do his strange clothing, manner of speech, and clueless nature. But the most glaring sign is the comet that flashed
across the sky last night.
It’s all very bizarre to be happening right now, just as Alyx and I had finally managed to track down a map to the Great
Phoenix’s temple. And though I’m certainly no stranger to unexplainable encounters through my travels around the continent,
I’ve never met anyone like this human named Tyler.
Is he fully human, though?
He’s not one of the other clans, that’s for certain. He’s not of the Phoenikos, and yet…there is something about him that
feels like he does belong to our clan. Like there is a phoenix flame inside of him. He must be here because of the Great
Phoenix. His magic must’ve summoned Tyler to our realm. But why?
“What is this Great Phoenix?” he asks.
If he was brought here with phoenix magic, how can he not know this?
“All of the clans have a patron deity,” I say. “The Erpetosi have the Great Frog, the Hulaiosi the Great Wolf, and so on. The
Great Phoenix belongs to the Phoenikos clan. A grand bird of flames, the arbiter of rebirth and rejuvenation. His magic is the
most powerful of all the clans.”
“Wait,” Tyler says as he trudges along beside me. The ground is becoming less muddy—we’re coming close to the forest's
edge. “So those frog guys back there are part of the Erpetosi clan. You’re part of the Phoenikos clan.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, then why do they look like frogs and you don’t look like a bird?”
“Because they don’t have to worry about staying hidden,” I tell him.
“And you do?”
“There aren’t many of us left. From what I know…none to bear the next generation, to regenerate us. Just a few scattered
alphas, threatened to die out. Our abilities have always been sought after, especially by those who believe we can grant eternal
life. It’s all bullshit. Some of us can manipulate time, but only in short amounts. We can’t turn back the seasons or reincarnate
the dead like the myths say. But that didn’t stop generations of hunters from trying to harness our powers… even at the expense
of our lives.”
“Jesus,” he says. Another one of his strange words. “So you stay in human form to hide? That’s awful.”
“Eh, it’s not so bad. Life is more enjoyable when you have thumbs.”
Tyler is silent for a while as we walk. I can feel him digesting all of this new information. It must be a lot for him.

“So, what about Alyx?” he says. “Is he from some kind of cat clan? Or do all cats here know how to talk?”
 “He’s Phoenikos, too. His abilities allow him to shapeshift into all manner of small creatures. Cat is his form of choice, for
some reason. Probably some kind of weird fetish, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

“And your abilities…” He trails off, thinking about it for a moment. “The thing you did with the frog. Teleporting. You can
play with time?”
“Very keen of you. I can alter time, but not for very long, and not frequently.”
“Awesome! Then you can spin back the clock and send me back to Earth!”
It takes me a moment to decipher his vocabulary. “I told you, I can’t turn back the seasons. If you were brought here by the
Great Phoenix, then we need to find out why.”
“Yeah, some explanations would be real nice,” he says as he waves away a fly buzzing around his face.
Tyler has mud caked into his rye-colored hair and his face is smeared with dried dark earth, which makes the gray of his
eyes shine like the moon on a cold night. Beneath the grime, his skin is a creamy white, and if not for his experienced physique,
I would’ve imagined him a noble person or someone who’d never picked up a heavy object in his life. I can’t pretend it’s not
alluring to me. There aren’t many who share Tyler’s ethereal features.

It all seems to be more evidence that he’s from a realm beyond ours. My mind goes to the old myths of gods and demigods sent
to Circeana from Mount Gaia.
“So where are we going?” he asks. “I hope nowhere important, not unless I’m good walking around in a muddy t-shirt and
jeans.”
“Muddy is good,” I say. “We don’t want to draw attention. It’s better if you look like a beggar.”
He tugs on the front of his garment unhappily. “What attention? We’re the only people out here. Aside from the frogs…”
“Not for long.”
The path winds back and forth up a hill. Nestled in the trees to our left is a small altar made of worn marble, draped in a
tattered purple cloth with a scattering of offerings set upon it. I stop in front of it.
“What’s this?” Tyler asks.
“A shrine to the god of travelers,” I say before grabbing a corner of the cloth and yanking it off the altar, sending the
offering bowls clattering across the cracked marble surface. I wrap it around Tyler’s shoulders like a cloak. “We move with
cover. If you’re here because of the Great Phoenix, then we don’t want anyone to find out. And your clothing is anything but
discreet, muddy or not.”
Tyler pulls the cloak tight across his chest, completely obscuring his garb beneath it. “Is desecrating a shrine to the god of
travelers really such a good idea?” he asks.
I shrug. “They won’t mind. They’re also the god of thieves.”
“That makes absolutely no sense,” he says.
“Come on, this way.”
We ascend the path to the rocky crest of the hill where a tall oak tree shades a view of the bustling town nestled in the river
valley below.
Tyler’s mouth drops open when he sees it. “Ho-ly shit. This is real. This is really real.”
“Aelonos,” I say. “Central trading hub of the region. Everything comes through here. You would’ve too if I hadn’t rescued
you from those frogs.”
“So now you’re taking credit for it?” he asks with a laugh, and we head down to the town.
 3

TYLER

T his place is a fever dream, and every minute that passes takes me further down the rabbit hole. I stare at the terracotta roofs
of the town bathed in afternoon sunlight and feel the warm breeze rushing through the valley. The smell of the town drifts on
it—a potent mixture of cooking, smoke, dust, and manure.

I suddenly remember a book on Greek history I used to love borrowing from the local library when I was a kid, filled with
incredible paintings imagining and recreating life in ancient Greek cities. That’s exactly what this place reminds me of. There’s
a large building at the center of the town lined with wooden columns that’s probably a temple, beside it is a spread of red and
blue canopies forming the marketplace, and clustered all around are smaller buildings and even what looks like a running track
with bleachers.
We go down the path that connects to the main road, busy with traffic. Kalistratos pulls the loose wrap of his tunic up over
his head like a hood and indicates for me to do the same. He grabs my arm and pulls me against him.
“Don’t stray from my side,” he warns.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I say. My heart is pounding. I peer out from beneath the hood and inhale sharply as a group of men
in wolf masks passes by us. Then I realize they’re not masks at all, it’s their actual faces. They’re seven-foot-tall werewolves
dressed in long tunics and equipped with curved swords on their belts. What are those called? Scimitars? Two of them are
carrying large packs and one of them gulps liquid from an earthenware jug. Some of it dribbles down the side of his jaw, and
he laps it up with a long tongue. But not all of them are so beast-like. I notice that two of their group look almost completely
human, except for a pair of wolf ears and bushy tails.
Alphas, I think to myself. They’re all alphas. Again, I don’t know how I can tell, but that muscle is getting stronger.
Kalistratos still has my arm in a tight grip.
“You wanna hold my hand while you’re at it?” I grunt at him.

He quickly lets me go. “Remember,” he says, “you’re an omega. And in case you still don’t fully comprehend how things work,
there are alphas in this town who won’t think twice about trying to take you. And for some, even an old cloak and mud to mask
your scent won’t keep your allure concealed.”
“Allure?” I say with a scoff. It’s not a word I’ve ever heard used to describe me. “You make it sound like I’m a piece of
ass that everyone wants a bite out of.”
But then one of the wolves snorts at the air, and he suddenly turns his head and looks right at me with piercing eyes. That
long tongue swings across his fangs, and I find myself grabbing onto Kalistratos’s arm.
I’m not a small guy. I’ve always felt pretty confident about handling myself. But here, I can feel with certainty that I am out
of my depth.
We walk faster ahead of the wolf pack and pass by a whole zoo of other creatures. There are plenty of humans, or at least
people who look like humans. Selling trinkets on the side of the road are giant ox-looking people with huge horns, silver nose
rings and long fur falling across their eyes like highland cattle. A group of tiger people in flowy togas bicker as they pass us in
the opposite direction. They seem to be arguing over something written on a long scroll. Then a baby’s cry cuts the air. A
family is organizing their baggage, and a pregnant mother is trying to soothe her baby. But wait, no. That’s not a woman at all.
It’s a man. A pregnant omega.
I can’t help but stare. He makes eye contact with me for a brief second before turning back to bouncing the baby.
“What, you thought I was lying?” Kalistratos says.
I don’t even have an answer. I’m just too shocked. Another alpha and omega couple passes us, and now I’m noticing all the
families around us.
I’m suddenly emotional, and for the dumbest reasons. I’m thinking about Jeff again and the life I’d dreamed up for us. A
wedding, a house, a family, a future together. I could always picture him as being a great dad. But the hardest lesson I’d ever
had to learn was the realization that just because something felt perfect didn’t mean it was perfect. My dream isn’t Jeff’s
dream, and it never was. He says he loves me, but he can’t commit. He just needs to work his shit out. That’s what I want to
believe. It feels too comfortable to give it up, and if there’s a chance I can get that future I’ve imagined, then I want to hold on
to that. And the sex… Phew. How could I possibly find someone better than Jeff?
I watch as an alpha picks up his giggling daughter and puts her on his shoulders, then leans over and gives his partner a
smiling kiss. The omega has a baby swaddled onto his back, and his belly is swollen with a child to come. The scene makes
my heart ache. How am I going to get back home?
Hooves pound the ground, and people make way as two gigantic horses stamp past us in the center of the road pulling a
wagon. The drivers are more of those Erpetosi frogs, and there are two rows of passengers seated in the back facing each
other, all with their hands clasped in front of them like they’re praying. Then I notice the chains.
“An Erpetosi slave wagon,” Kalistratos mutters from beneath his hood. “You might’ve ended up on one like it.”
As the wagon clatters away to the town’s entrance, I catch one last glimpse of the people imprisoned in the back. A few of
them are omegas, and one of them is pregnant.
“We’ve gotta do something,” I say angrily.
“What are we going to do, exactly?” Kalistratos says.
What can I do? It’s not like I can call 911. A cart full of slaves is normal here, and I have nothing—no weapons, no powers.
I’m just a guy.
A guy who knows a guy.
“You can do something,” I say “Stop time, throw your knives. You fucked them up back there in the swamp.”
“And this isn’t the swamp.” Kalistratos points ahead where there are two stone platforms on either side of the road, and I
can see there are armed guards standing watch.
I stew in my frustration. “This is just terrible. What kind of place is this that lets this sort of thing happen? Your world
sucks.”
Kalistratos’s bronze eyes gleam as he looks at me. “I admire your heart.”
We approach the town’s entrance and pass the guard platforms and two tall stone statues facing each other on either side of
the road, one of a human man holding a tray and the other a tiger man gripping balanced scales. Both are colorfully painted and
draped with blue and red fabric that ripples in the breeze. I stare up at the tiger statue as we pass, and a bird lands on top of his
head and drops a shit on it.

Aelonos is an overwhelming amount of stimulation. It’s not even that crowded of a place—I’ve worked security at county
fairs with more people walking about—but everything here is new. It’s like I’m being hit with a shotgun blast of different
smells every five seconds. There are spices and aromatics, incense, animal dung, grilling meats, and sewage. From somewhere
I hear a woman singing and playing a stringed instrument. Up ahead is a raised platform adorned with two columns and a green
banner strung between them, and up on top of it, a tiger man is in the middle of giving a passionate speech to a small crowd
below. What surprises me most, though, is the wolfman guiding a metal platform that looks like a small rowboat down the
street. It’s piled up with vegetables and is magically hovering three feet above the ground. I stop and stare.
How the hell?
I bend down and look beneath it. Yeah, it’s definitely floating. As it passes, I can hear a low repetitive popping sound
coming from inside of it, kind of like an engine.

“What is that thing?” I ask, glancing back.

“What? The flyer? Do you not have those where you come from either?”
“I’ve been waiting for flying cars since I was a kid and we still don’t have them yet.”
The smell of the most delicious barbeque in the world drifts over us, and my stomach rumbles so loud that I wouldn’t be
surprised if Kalistratos could hear it. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, and I have no idea how long ago that was. It’s late
afternoon here, judging by the sun. I’ve been running on straight adrenaline since the moment I found myself in that forest, and
it’s all catching up now. I can see the vendors cooking a huge, glistening slab of meat on a rotating spit. Next to it is a charcoal
grill lined with vegetable skewers, and loaves of freshly baked bread are being pulled from a stone oven.
“Hungry?” Kalistratos asks.
“Starving,” I reply.
“Me too. This way.”
He pulls me in the opposite direction of the vendors.
“Uh, Kalistratos,” I say. “Food is that direction?”
“We can’t get food without coin,” he says. “First things first.”
Up ahead is a tall marble building fronted by two large columns that stand like an imposing barrier, and though I have no
clue what the building is, I immediately get a bad feeling that we’re about to do something stupid.
 4

KALISTRATOS

T yler is clutching at my arm. It’s rather cute.

“What did you say?” he hisses, throwing back the hood. “The treasury?”
I pull the fabric back over his head. “Those Erpetosi emptied my purse when they captured me. I’ve got to refill it before
we go to meet Alyx.”
“So you’re just going to steal?”
“That’s right, and you’re going to help me,” I say.
Tyler stiffens nervously as we pass two armed guards, members of the Hulaiosi wolf clan who are posted at the front of the
treasury storehouse. They glare at us. One of them bares his fangs and snarls. I keep my head down so that the hood shades my
eyes. There’s a dirt path that goes up a hill next to the storehouse and I turn to follow it.
“I’m not going to help you steal,” Tyler says under his breath.
“You want to eat? Then you’d better help pay your way. Anyway, it’s better to take from the treasury than snagging food off
a vendor’s table. Trust me, they won’t miss it.”
“I was a security guard where I came from,” he says. “It was my job to arrest people like you.”
I grin and spread my arms. “Then arrest me!”

Tyler frowns at me, and I duck off the path behind a large rock.
“H-hey, where are you going?” he says, coming after me.
We’re on a hill above the storehouse covered in low brush, oak trees and large pillar-like rocks. I stay low, moving close
to the rocks, then check to make sure we’re out of sight from the guards and anyone up on the path.
“Up this tree,” I say, quickly ascending the trunk of an old oak. Tyler stands at the bottom, staring up at me.
“I’m not doing this,” he says.
“Hurry up, before someone sees you.”
“I’m not doing this,” he mutters, as he attempts to scale the tree. It’s slightly alarming how bad he is at doing it. I grab his
hands and pull him up.
“By the gods, even snakes climb better than you. Do you not have trees in your world?”
“Give me a break. I’m a city boy.”
“This explains nothing,” I say as I shuffle along the tree branch until I’m directly over the storehouse’s perimeter wall. I
grip the branch and hang, then drop past the wall and roll when I hit the ground.
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Eartepûlen van Spannum, 36

Easge, 258

Easge Sikkes, 273

Eastbourne, 117
Easterboarn, 117

Eatse, 215

Eauwe (Eeuwe), 212

Ebbele, 214

Ebbing, 216

Ebe, 176, 212

Ebke, 215

Eckington, 105

Edam, 63, 88

Ede, Edo, 211, 212, 229, 230

Ede Kremer, 269

Ede Wagenaer, 269

Edel, Edele, 101, 219

Edelmar, 212

Edgar, Edger, 201, 233

Edington, 105

Edleff, 201

Edou, Edouw, 202, 277

Edse, 214

Edser, 200

Edsert, 200

Edsard, Edzard, 200, 227

Eduard, 211

Edwer, Eedwer, 201

Edzard, Edsard, 200, 227

Ee, 121

Eeckman, 134

Eecloo, 77

van Eeke, 134

Eekje, 250

Eelck, 262

Eelck Onsta, 260

Eelco, Eelke, 101

Eelcoma, 101

Eelke, Eelco, 101, 205, 215, 218, 220, 226, 230, 232, 249

Eelkema, 101

Eelkje, 101, 217, 218, 220, 226, 232, 250

Eelse, 101, 214

Eelsma, 101

Eelsma-state, 101

Eelswert, 101

Eeltjes, 101

Eeltse, 101, 215

Eeltsje (Eeltje), 101, 214, 215, 218, 220, 226, 230, 232
Eendepullen van Oostzaan, 63

Eente, Eento, 214

Eernewoude, 7, 35

Eestrum, 36

Egbert, Eibert, 200, 212, 232

Egbert Kuper, 269

Egbrecht, Ekbrecht, 232

Egga Jellazoen, 273

Egge, Eggo, 132, 212, 229

Egilbald, 201

Egmond aan Zee, 63, 64

Ehlingen, 101

Eidse, 214

Eilard, Eilert, Eilhart, Agilhart, 200, 232

Eilbrand, 201

Eilof, Agilolf, 200

Eise, Eiso, 132, 214, 229, 239

Eisinga, 239

Eisselsdorf, 166

Eite, 214

Eitse, 215

Ek, 60