Disclaimer: I do not own any of the teen wolf charcaters.
The warning of the nemeton
Stiles was in the preserve again. This time his nightly strolls had led him straight to the nemeton, a powerful tree that they had found out, was bascially the life of Beacon Hills. Boy, had all of that been a shock when Scott and Kira had told them the story. At least it explained why Stiles had been possessed by a dark kitsune spirit, the Nogitsune. He could still remember everything he did. Watched as his own hands stabbed his best friend, knocked out said best friends sure-to-be-girlfreind, been the cause of best friends ex-girlfriend and the deaths of many in a freaking hospital. Anway, getting way off track here. So, here he was, standing on top of the freaking nemeton in nothing but his flannel pajama bottoms and baseball shirt and chattering so hard, he thinks his jaw is going push through the top of his skull and crush his brain.
Stiles...Stiles...Listen to me...you are the only one...to...save me...Help me Stiles...Help me!
His head whipped around, confused as to where the voice was coming from. There was nothing but clearing and trees, where the wind whipped around and made the sounds that commonly featured in a horror movie - and what ued to scare the shit out of Stiles. Now, not so much.
Stiles...Stiles...Over here...Look
Stiles looked around as asked and saw something in the corner of his eye. It was a woman. She had long brow, nearly black hir, that flowed down her back and looked more like knotted weeds than hair. Her eyes were a deep amber colour, like the moths that had started to come out of the nemeton and turn into the oni weeks earlier. He could still remember plunging his hand into one of the oni's chest and ripping it back out with one of them in the palm of his hand. Meanwhile, the woman had moved, almost glided, to in front of him and her arms had wrapped around his shoulders. She pulled him forward until hi head was resting in the crook of her collarbone. Her rough hands were running suprisingly smoothly through his hair and he leaned into the motion. In his ear she whispered:
You and I are connected Genim
We are one and I need you
You are my life source as I am yours and we are poisened
Go to the land of the Kistune
Seek out the man to tell you the cure
Do this and we will be healthy once more
But be wary, for their are forces at work to overthrow us
You may be victim to one of these but you must overcome it
Don't give up, Genim, my little red...
Suddenly he was alone and the wind was picking up. It travelled up his spine and back dow, settling at the base and leaving him with a cold and uneasy feeling. He went over her words that seemed to be embedded in his mind. We are poisened. Seek out the one to tell you the cure. Go to the land of the Kitsune. He was so confused and didn't know whether this was just another one of his crazy dreams again or something more.
A twig snapped and his head whipped up, only to come face to face with Isaac. He was standing off the the side, eyes wide with worry. In two quick strides, he was by Stiles side and sniffing him, scent marking every inch of Stiles. He tried to puh the wolf off him but only got a growl for his troubles. Sighing in defeat, he let Isaac take him by the hand and lead him off. When they had just come out of the preserve, he was attacked by his father and Scott's mam, Meliss. They were lectruing him. Again.
"Stiles! STILES!" his fathers shout brought him out of his mind and he saw all of the pack looking expectantly at him. "I'm sorry, What?" his dad sighed and asked, "I said, where were you? What were you doing in the preserve with nothing but your pajamas on?" He thought for a minute. Should he tell them what happened? No, they can't know. So he just settled with "Just sleepwalking"
To be continued...