[10 Year old Stiles]
Stiles had just gotten the news, had just heard the one thing he didn't want to hear in his whole life. His whole world shattered around him, sending him into a really deep panic attack, causing him to black out altogether. He was sitting in his bedroom, playing video games with Scott, when his dad came up and told him. He knew his father wasn't lying, the tears running down his cheeks, he told Stiles the one thing a little boy never wanted to hear. His mother was dead.
[2 Weeks after the funeral]
He walked over to a round circle of women on the side of the street in front of the voodoo shop, tapping one of them in the arm, he caught her attention. "Please bind my magic." He said tears already cascading down his cheeks.
The woman turned to him, unsure. "Why would you want your powers binded little one?"
Stiles wiped a tear off of his face, knowing it wouldn't be any good because more would be falling down his baby face soon enough as he told her. "Because, I couldn't do anything to save my mommy. Please, bind my magic." He pleaded, and the whole time, none around them except for the witches were paying attention.
"Ok little one, but if you want it unbound come find me. Alligant." The women took a step back, leaning over to whisper in one of the other witches ears, but Stiles still heard it. "He is very strong, just like his mother." Stiles walked away, knowing the magic was bound, he could feel the bind pressing down on the magic, suppressing it to the darker side of himself.
[Senior Year]
Stiles drives into the driveway to their house, crawling out of the jeep, and maybe hitting his head on something. He reaches into the back, grabbing his lacrosse and school bags, before walking to the mailbox and picking out the mail, while waving to the old crow of a women across the street.
He watched as she started to walk out of her house and towards him, and in his haste he almost dropped his keys in hopes to escape the never ending talkativeness of their neighbor. Its not that he doesn't like her, its just that she will talk and talk and go on and on about her cat, or her denchers. None needs to know how your cat likes to lick your dentures clean.
As he walked through the doorway he dropped his bag and hung up his favorite red hoodie, walking into the dining room with the mail. He picked up the first piece of mail, moving it to the back knowing it was a bill, and goes through the mail that way. Making sure nothing is someone elses or is his. When he is finished going through the huge mail pile he comes out with two items, one is a subscription to a magazine, and the other is hand written instead of printed.
He walked into his room, empty. He sighs a relief, almost every day Derek had been in his room, asking for more and more research. He sits down on his computer chair, tossing his magazine onto his bed and opening the hand written letter.
Pulling the card out and inspecting it, he reads the fine cursive.
Things are coming. You will need to unbind your powers.
Stiles flipped over the card, just in time to see the now moving rune, as it snaked up his arm. He quickly pulled off his shirt, watching as the Rune takes place in the middle of his chest, then like a squid, ink went out from the rune, he watches as the inticuit lines curve around his ribs, shoulders, back, and go lower down into his pants, and he can feel the ink stop at the back of his thighs. A searing red hot pain runs through his eyes, sending him to the floor yelling out for anyone that could save him.
Stiles yelled and yelled, the pain didn't seem to want to stop, he knows someone is next to him, but he cant open his eyes to see that person. He keeps screaming for what seems like hours, when the pain finally subsides. When he finally opens his eyes, he is seeing the world in a different light.
Stiles turns seeing Derek kneeling next to him, a concerned expression on his face. "Hey, Sourwolf." Stiles greeted.
"What the hell was that?" Derek asked, looking more mad than anything.
"Drop it you don't want to know." Stiles avoided the question, because if he answered it he would have to talk about his mother.
"Stiles, tell me." Derek insisted, but Stiles turned his head away, done with the conversation. "Tell me." Derek tried again, angry that Stiles won't tell him. "STILES! TELL ME NOW!"
Stiles head whips around, his eyes glowing a brownish gold color before turning back to the amber eyes Derek is used to be seeing on the younger man. "HOW DARE YOU YELL AT ME!" Stiles yells, his hand thrusting away from his body up towards the ceiling, and watches as Derek flies up, crashing into the top of the room. "You wanna know? Fine. My mother was a witch. After my mother was dying I tried to do everything in my power to save her, but I'm not a necromancer I don't deal with death. I couldn't save her, so I binded my magic. and now some person thought it would be funny to break the bond, I was a spark now that spark has grown, and you see this rune on my chest, it makes me a well of magic per se. Now please leave my room." Stiles said as he flung his hand towards the window, sending the mass of a man flying outside and into the ground, breaking a few of his bones.