[Stiles' Bedroom]
Stiles lays there in his bed, thinking. Thinking of all the times he had risked his life for the pack, had put himself in danger, to make their lives easier. Two weeks ago, They were fighting off the bad guy in the town, a succubus trying to kill or impregnate everyone. When Stiles was injured. The man cut down Stiles' neck, only barely missing his pulse point when Derek pulled the man off. One week, Stiles was kicked out of the pack. "We Don't need you." Derek had said. Now lying in bed, he just wants to know why. Why kick him out, Stiles could only come up with one reason.
He was weak.
Of course he was weak, he is human. Only a fragile little human in their eyes. Stiles was filled with rage upon coming to this conclusion. He wasn't weak, he could do almost everything they could. Except he would probably get squashed like a bug.
A knock on the door pulled Stiles from his thoughts. "Come in." His father came in, looking at him. "Stiles, your aunt wants you to come down and see her for a few weeks. Start packing, Were leaving in the morning." Stiles face palmed, of course she wanted to see him, he hasn't seen her in two years, and school had just ended. A Perfect time to take a trip to New Orleans.
Stiles jumped out of his bed, "Fine, but if she starts to read my palm i'm coming home." Stiles said with a smirk. His aunt always loved telling people they're fake fortunes, and reading their palms in the Quarter. Stiles pulled out a duffle, placing all of his clothes except for one change into his duffle bag. Stiles reached for his phone to tell Scott, but decided against it.
[The Next Morning]
Stiles woke up nice and early the next morning, it isn't that he doesn't like his aunt, its just that with all of the Supernatural shit he hasn't gotten to see her. Stiles always loved Beacon hills, but his second favorite place is and always will be New Orleans. Stiles walked down the stairs, his duffle in hand, and setting it by the door.
Stiles found his father in the kitchen, making breakfast. "Morning." Stiles said cheerfully as he poured himself a cup of coffee and took his adderall bottle down from the cabinet. "Morning Kiddo." John said as Stiles pulled out two pills and swallowed them.
Stiles sat down at the table, eating his breakfast quickly, he wanted to get there before everyone in the nation did. With the last piece of bacon down his throat and his coffee cup empty he hugged his father and walked outside.
It was sunny outside, he could see where the claws had held onto his window seal, trying and failing to get past the mountain ash barrier Stiles had set up when they kicked him out. Stiles shook his head, ridding the memory from his mind as he threw his buffle into the back seat and hopped in. With one last look at the house he drove down the road, towards the Airport.
Unknowing what will come of this trip, he headed on the Plane.
[New Orleans]
Stiles stepped out of the cab, Duffle in hand while he walked up the steps of the voodoo shop his aunt owned. He walked up to the counter, but his aunt wasn't suttung at the register. "Excuse me, Do you know where I can find Rose Stilinski?" Stiles asked the woman at the counter, she looked up from the magazine in her hand and pointed a manicured finger to the door at the back of the store that said 'Employees Only.' Stiles nodded his head in thanks and walked through the door.
Stiles stared at his Aunt, standing over a man, putting tattoos in his chest. "Rose." Stiles' aunt whirled around in her chair, her 100 watt smile on her face. "Stiles!" Stiles hugged his aunt, almost crying when he saw her, she looked exactly like his mom, but a little taller, more wrinkles and different cheekbones. Stiles looked over his sounder at the man, his face contorted in pain. "Can I watch you finish the tattoo's?" Stiles asked, in which he sat down next to his aunt. Once the needle hit the mans arm, Stiles saw the ink, it was black ink, but he could see the blue Wolfsbane in the ink. Stiles looked up at the mans face, When he did he saw a golden symbol of a wolf on his forehead. "Does the Wolfsbane keep it from disappearing?" Stiles asked his aunt, in which she turned around very quickly.
"Who are you and how do you know of the Supernatural?" Rose threatened, pointing the needle at Stiles' neck. Stiles held up his hand. "Genim Stiles Stilinski, there is a pack in Beacon Hills. Which I was rudely kicked out of a week ago." His aunt didn't stop her siege. "The Hales died years ago." Stiles laughed. "Except for Derek, Laura, and Peter. Derek came back after Laura had been killed by Petter, and I was included after my best friend ,or so i though, got bit." His aunt stepped back, "Scott was bit? I told your mother you should know."
Stiles was momentarily confused. "Told me what?" His aunt looked up from her puzzling, "Tell you later, But yes the wolfsbane does stop the healing, but how did you know he was were?" Stiles scoffed. "There is a tattoo of a wolf on his forehead." The man reached up and rubbed his head. "No there isn't." His aunt answered, smiling.
"Go up to the house, we'll talk after i'm done here Genim." Stiles walked up the stairs, confused. 'Why couldn't she see the tattoo? Am I going crazy?' He thought. Stiles opened the door to the house, but inside there was two realities. One was the house as he remembered it, exactly the same. But the other is faded, and is lined with books and bottles. Stiles stepped into the room, the second reality faded away. "You alright honey?" Stiles turned around, looking at his Aunt. "What was that?" His aunt looked puzzled, "What was what?" Stiles was very confused now.
"I was right where you're standing and looking in the room, but there was two rooms occupying the same space. One was lined with books and bottles. but the other was your living room." His aunt smiled at him, "Thats what your mother wanted to keep from you. Come." Stiles stepped out the doorway into the hall, watching as his aunt pulled out a key from her pocket and insert it into the door, now the book and bottle lined room was more prominent, and the living room was a faded mist.
"What is this place?" Stiles asked, running his hands on the spines of the books. "Your mother used to call it her den. She specialized in Wolf magic." Stiles turned around at that to stare at her. "Are you saying my mother was a mage?" His aunt smiled again. "Your mom, me, and you." She trailed on, walking over to a wooden table by the further wall. Stiles walked up, looking over her shoulder. "This was your mothers Grimoire. You can have it, maybe even make your own for your child." His aunt handed him a leather bound, red book. On the front there was a celtic 5 fold knot.
Stiles opened the first page, seeing his mother's handwriting. 'Book of Shadows.' Stiles turned a page, seeing a spell that looked fairly easy. Holding his arm up and his palm away from himself, he cast the spell. "Ishtandor.' The blue structure seemed to knit itself around Stiles, encasing him in a shield. Stiles looked down at the book, 'Heals the caster or target.' Stiles looked at the cut he had on his right arm, and watched as it knitted together. "Cool." He dropped his hand, the shield unknitting itself from where his palm was.
When Stiles looked up at his aunt, she was pale. "You just did a level 48 spell without breaking a sweat. I'm not even level 48!" Stiles face lit up, knowing he was sort of being praised. "Come now Genim, we're going to the council." Stiles placed the Grimoire in his duffle and followed his aunt out of the room, leaving his duffle behind. He followed his aunt outside to a car.
When Stiles stepped out of the car around twenty minutes later, they were standing in the most deserted part of the swamp possible. No cars came down the road, as Stiles stepped out. and as far as he could see there would be none coming. "Where are we?" Stiles asked his aunt. "Of no importance." She walked out towards the water. Waving a hand and whispering under her breath a door appeared out of thin air. She stepped through waiting for Stiles on the other side, which he reluctantly did step through.
The door slammed closed behind him, turning he saw it did it by itself. No shocker, these people are The Counsel right? They have magic. Stiles turned around, seeing three people. One of the people sat in the middle, looking down upon them, Stiles could see the purple 'W' tattooed on his forehead. On the right of him, there is a woman, her golden curly hair behind her ears, with a white dot tattooed on her forehead. to the left of the man was another man, his hair black, and his red wolf showed.
"Rose, Who is this?" The man said, his voice dripping with the command. Rose bowed her head and stood up. "This is my nephew, Genim Stiles Stilinski. We are here for Evaluation." The man nodded. The man disappeared, appearing before the two. "Come forth Genim." Stiles walked up to the man, taking the men's held out hand. "Tell me Genim, What one of us can you read?" Stiles looked confused. "What do you mean?" The man looked mad now, probably not very happy with the answer. "What one of us can you see the mark on our forehead." Stiles' eyebrows came together in confusion. "All." He stated, looking to each of the three heads in the room.
"Tell me what the tattoos are." The man commanded, sounding mad. "Your a purple 'W', The woman has a White Dot, and the man up there has a Red Wolf." The man in front of his opened his eyes for the first time, looking at Stiles with silver eyes. The man gasped. "I can't read you." Stiles looked at the man. "What? Arent you the head witch. All powerful and whatever." The man stepped back, closing his eyes. "Wait one minute." Stiles watched as the man disappeared, and in exactly sixty seconds came back, a laptop in his hands. "This is a copy of my Personal Grimoire, please take it, and use it wherever you go." Stiles took the laptop from the man, realising its not one that he has seen before. "What is this?" The man laughed. "A laptop that won't come out for another 100 years. It has the best software in the world on it. Take it as a welcome gift."
"Thanks." Stiles looked down at the laptop, or lack there of. Its just a white thin pad rolled up. Stiles just sticks it in his pocket. "We need to fill out a power report, so what would your nickname be in the witch community?" Stiles thought over the question, multiple times. There is so many possibilities, but he decided on something that would remind him of his past, to make sure he doesn't do it again, so he answers. "Little Red." The room dissipated around them, leaving him and his Aunt standing in water. They got in the car and drove off.
When they got home, Stiles walked up the stairs. He stood in front of the door, focusing on the book and bottle lined room. Upon opening the door, he could see his mothers den more prominent, so he stepped through and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. Stiles pulled out the white pad, or so called laptop, out of his pocket and unrolled it. He cleared off a place on the table and set the tablet on the table. It did nothing. "On." Nothing. "Start." Nothing. There was a knock on the door, and his aunt came in. "You have to say 'Search' then whatever spell you want to search. Like Search fireball." Stiles turned to the pad, "Search Nebaton." The white tablet lit with life, a holographic page of words filled the air over information about the Nebaton, along with pictures of them, also a spell to go to a nebaton incase of a need. "Cool." The page changed, scrolled down and highlighted the word cool.
"Search Teleport." The page came up within milliseconds, showing a chant for a teleport spell and how to use it, Along with who used it last, and examples. Stiles memorized the spell, trying to get to stick. "Search Invisible." Another page come up, but to Stiles' right, next to the Teleport page. "I believe you wanted both up correct?" Stiles whirled around looking for who said it, but once he stood there for a second he turned to the laptop. "You said that?" Stiles asked, looking over the two pages. "Yes. I am a supercomputer that can talk." The pages scrolled down as Stiles read, 'awesome.' Stiles thought. "What else can you do?" Stiles questioned as he moved the teleportation and the Invisible spell to the right. A new page opened to an instruction manual over the device.
"Read it to me." Stiles sat down next to the computer on the table. "Talk. read. When you use a Teleportation spell I will also go with you, rolling up and going into your pocket. I can run anything you want. Any game you need." Stiles stopped the computer, standing up. "List your games." a new page came up, replacing the manual. "Zal Tek, Ver Ko, Lazro, Frto." The computer stopped when it heard Stiles heart beat rocket up. "Is there a problem, Do I need to go into Defence mode?" A eye came up on the screen, watching Stiles. "No, but I don't recognize these games." Stiles stood there bummed. "They haven't come out yet." The computer answered. "Play Lazro." Stiles said and all of the screens closed, pulling up a jungle all around him. "Welcome to Lazro, You can use any supernatural power, as long as you do not actually kill anyone. This is a capture and trap game. BEGIN!"
Stiles could see the dart coming for him from miles away. "Search Shield." The page came up and Stiles quickly said the spell, the dart hitting the shield exploded. The shield was damaged, and a small portion of the fire got in and burnt Stiles' arm. "Search Healing Spirit." The page came up, and Stiles picked up a jug of water. "Spirto." The water came out of the jug, a spirit like golem formed in front of him. "You have summoned me, Who am I healing?" Stiles pointed to his arm. "Me." The woman stepped forward, placing a feather light touch to the burn and healing him instantly. "Thank you." The woman stepped back and bowed her head, Disappearing.
"Remember, this game is from the future, you're playing with people from the future. They are much more intelligent in 100 years. I will pull up spells for you to cast that will help you." Stiles' computer spoke as a list of transparent spells came around him. "Foretexius." Stiles spoke the spell with such finesse, and all around him, a circle of about twenty golems rose. "You have summoned me, How may I serve you?" The gomels all spoke, all made of earth. "Build me the best shelter EVER!" Stiles spoke and the golems got to work. Stiles walked over to a stream of water, bending down over it. "Spirto." The water spirits danced along the river, "You have summoned me, How may I serve you?" The Spirits were so beautiful that Stiles got off track. "Heal any soldiers without refuge and bring them here." The spirits walked away, or more flowed, and walked around the game looking for any wounded. "Fervexuim." Animals from about ten feet walked up to him, "Scout the area. If anyone not escorted by a water spirit comes, destroy them." The animals ran around, looking all over and commanding the same to other animals.
Stiles started to go through the spells, finding the ones that would be useful. "Bring up Runes for protection." Some new pages came up in front of him. He walked over to one of the golems and instructed him with ten runes to set up all over the house. The golem was off, carving while the rest build the house. "Close the runes. Bring up the native plants here that are edible." The page closed and the edible plants came up, along with the cast for a golem. Stiles walked over to a dead bird on the ground, placing his palm over it. "Pikrov." The bird hopped up, "You have summoned me, How may I serve you?" The bird chirped on the ground. "Find about twenty animals, and bring any edible to human food you can find." The bird flew away, doing its task.
A rock golem walked up to Stiles, "We are done with the house." The golem stated as he crumbled to dust and fell to the ground. Stiles looked up at the house, it was beautiful, the house was mostly granite, and the windows were actual glass, the architecture was wonderful, making the house look beautiful and like a bomb shelter. Stiles had no doubt in his mind that this would withstand a bomb. Stiles looked over to the water, seeing a man walking with one of his spirits. Stiles quickly cast a better shield spell over his body, and adding a little invisible spell in there to make the shield invisible to the eye. "Hello, I am Little Red. If you're looking for salvation you've found it." The man looked puzzled, just staring at Stiles. "in 100 years english is a dead language. He doesn't understand you." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Translate everything coming and going." The computer did as it was told and the man replied. "So you're creating a faction?" The man asked, looking hopeful. "I guess I am." The man nodded. "I am Stro." Stiles nodded again. "Welcome. could you move your hair please?" The man tentatively moved his hair out of his face, revealing a glowing blue cat. "Computer look up the cat symbol please." The page pulled up in front of Stiles, Showing him just exactly what the man is. "Ah, a Werecat. What does the blue mean?" The page scrolled down, "Blue means that he is a Frok a Beta as you better know it." Stiles nodded "Frok Stro, Would you like to join my faction?" Stro nodded. "Yes." And then a red mist went around the Blue wolf, symbolising a Alpha has claimed him.
"You may enter my house." Stro basically ran into the house, scared for his life. Another water spirit walked up to him, bowing before returning to the river and collapsing. Stiles turned to the woman. "Hello, I am Little Red. If you're looking for salvation you've found it." The woman looked scared more than anything. "I- I know who you are." Stiles looked at her puzzled. "How Exactly?" The woman looked down, afraid to look at Stiles in the eye. "You were a very important Mage, or will be. I am Kera." Stiles smiled at her. "Would you please move your bangs from your forehead." She did as asked, and Stiles saw a three headed beast on her forehead. "What is she?" He asked the computer, in which a page came up, showing him a Hellhound. The pictures of her transformation are horrible. "How much restraint do you have over your animal?" Stiles asked the woman, circling her. "I have never shifted without meaning to." Stiles nodded. "Would you like to join my Faction?" The woman nodded, "Yes." Her yellow mark, now had a red around it, showing she was owned. "You may go in the house now."
Stiles followed Kera into the house, watching her. The two sat down on the couch, watching Stiles. "Okay I'm going to leave the game, You two will watch the house alright?" The two nodded. Stiles turned, looking at the table in the kitchen, "Can one of you identify that mineral on the kitchen table please." The woman got up, walking in the kitchen. "Rare mineral, This is all Sfok. This mineral makes great warriors or protectors when used to make golems by Mages." Stiles walked up to the rock, placing his hand on it. "Wako." Stiles said under his breath, fixing his magic to the rock. The rocks came together, forming two souldures. "How are these?" Kera looked amazed. "Best I've ever seen!" Stiles nodded turning to the men. "Protect the house, If they are escorted by a Water Spirit let them inside the house." The two guards nodded, walking out of the house. "If anyone comes, page my laptop." Kera nodded. Bowing her head.
"Exit game." The forest game closed around him, and Stiles picked up the laptop. Stiles walked down the stairs to the shop, looking for his aunt. Stiles looked out the window, and saw that almost no time has passed. 'cool.' Stiles thought as he walked up to the counter. "Hi, have you seen Rose?" The employee, the same one from earlier pointed to the employees only door again. Stiles nodded, and walked in the room. His aunt was mixing up some new ink, when he stepped in the door. "Hi. I love this thing, Lazro is such a fun game." His aunt turned around and smiled at him. "Glad your having fun. But remember to Study." Stiles laughed, I am, The game has other supernatural people from the future, I can actually play with people in the future! I have my own faction also, with two members." Stiles turned to the man on the table He could remember the man, but he's not sure from where, "Could you move your hair please." The man reached up and moved his hair out of his eyes, revealing a cat on his forehead. "Ah, Never seen a Beta Werecat before." Stiles walked out of the room, and up into the den to research more supernatural creatures.