A week after the Alpha back and Mrs. Blake Stiles is really bored. Normally Stiles would go annoy his friends, but they're all busy, Scott is looking for new people to turn, Allison and Isaac are together, Jackson decided to come back, so he's spending time with Lydia. And Stile? Yeah, He's alone. Stiles decides to go to the library after taking a shower, and cleaning his room. Stiles walks outside, his spot were his jeep would normally be, void of car. Stiles forgot all about crashing. Stiles started to walk towards the Library, it wasn't that far away, only about ten minutes. While walking Stiles kept imagining things.
"I will never like you." Imaginary Derek said. Stiles moved his hand over, swiping the air, making the image of Derek dissipate. Stiles kept walking, every few minutes another Derek came to haunt him. Stiles really was getting tired of the darkness around his heart. He felt like he was always drowning, like he needed to just open his mouth and breath in. But when he did, he felt like to fire surrounding him went inside of his body and burned him from the inside out. When Stiles got to the library tears were staining his cheeks. Stiles walked into the bathroom, wiping at his face with paper towels. When Stiles left the bathroom he got a few sympathetic looks from a few of the librarians. Stiles walked to the back of the Library, going through the 50 cent bin. Stiles pulled out an ancient tomb of a book and looked on the spine of the book. He swiped at the spine, trying to see if he could read the side. After a few minutes of standing there he could make out one word. 'Magika.' Stiles decided it wouldn't be a horrible book and it was only fifty cents, he walked to the front of the library, paying the woman at the desk, before walking back out. The cold air was welcoming, he wore his red hoodie, which he knew Derek Loved, and walked back to his house.
When Stiles got back to his house he opened the book to the first page. The page described how to get an Familiar, and how to treat it. Stiles told himself that he didn't believe in the spell, but somewhere deep inside, something told him to do the spell, and to believe. Stiles didn't have anything else to do and he was bored, he pulled out a piece of chalk and walked into the basement of his house. Stiles moved around the boxes of his mothers old stuff before drawling a big circle out on the floor. He pressed his index and middle finger to the edge of the circle with his right hand and held the book in his left hand. He started to chant low, in tong, that really sounded like gibberish. Stiles felt like the room had a static charge to it, but kept chanting. As his voice got louder the Static got stronger. There was a burst of light and a gust of wind that knocked Stiles onto his back. In the middle of the Circle was a woman. The woman is wearing a black cloak, her face hidden by a hood and the lack of the light in the basement. Stiles scram before picking himself up. "Who in the HELL are you?" Stiles asked the hooded figure. The woman walked around the inside of the chalk circle, before turning to Stiles. "I am Ἀνάγκη, but you can call me Ananke. I am the goddess of inevitability, compulsion, and necessity. Who are you mortal?" Stiles was confused by the name. "You're the Premorial Ananke?" Stiles aksed, sounding unsure of his voice. The woman stared at him. "This is correct, and again, you are?" Stiles quickly bowed before leaning up again and reciting, "I am Stiles Stilinski. Ima just call you Ana."
"Why am I here?" The woman, Ana, asked. "I did a spell, for a Familiar. So I guess your my familiar for the time being." Stiles said as he placed the book on a stack of boxed next to him. The woman started to glow. "Impossible." She said in a tone that didn't sound pleasant. Stiles raised his hands, showing that he means no harm. "imbecile, you did the spell wrong." She raised her right hand, before closing her eyes, the book near Stiles dissipated into nothing before reanimating on the flat of Ana's hand. She read the page clearly, before turning to Stiles. "You're a million percent sure you did this exact spell correctly?" She asked, while fixing Stiles with a glare, her eyes glowing. Stiles swallowed before nodding his head. The woman looked pleased with the answer before slamming the book shut and looking down at the ring of chalk. "Break this." She said, pointing to the ring. Stiles was about to run a finger through it when he paused. "Your not going to take over the world are you?" The woman only chuckled before answering. "Cant, The Olympians have claim to this planet. Don't want to break the treaty" Stiles moved his hand over the chalk, breaking the circle. About three seconds after the circle was broken Stiles could feel the power radiating off of her.
"Normal to feel the power, don't over react. You're a very strong Warlock Stiles. Did your mother, Claudia not teach you?" The woman asked. Stiles looked up at the woman. Before shaking his head while answering, "No, she died when I was six." The woman looked sympathetic. "Sorry about your loss. Even her power surprised the Primordial." Stiles nodded before sitting on a stack of boxes. "So, my power is to strong, that only a Primordial can be my Familiar?" Stiles asked, genuinely wanting to know. Ana nodded before placing her hand on the ground in front of her. She closed her eyes, before raising her hand up, about chest level. A throne like chair came into existence, coming out of the ground. Stiles started. "Whoa." Stiles breathed, looking at the Throne. Ana smiled at Stiles before handing him his spell book back. "This is yours."
When Stiles opened his book to a random page a spell caught his eye. "What's a Nexus?" Ana smiled at him, "It's a place were we can communicate with the dead. You can go and talk to whomever, but in return a part of your power is lost. We can get around that though. Turn to page 57." Stiles turned to the designated page, a spell for a Hyperion Crystal. Stiles read the description before looking up at the woman. "I don't have a crystal." Ana smiled. "Place your hand out, palm up." Stiles did as he was told. "Now believe there is a crystal in your hand." Stiles again did what was asked of him and soon he could feel a new weight in his hand, along with a slight static charge in the air. Stiles opened his eyes to see a very clear, and very shiny bright white crystal. Stiles started, eyes wide, in awe. Stiles looked back at the book, holding the crystal to his chest he recited the gibberish on the page. The crystal glowed, a dark red color emitting from it. When Stiles was done with the spell, the static charge in the air was heavy, but he was more confused by the dark red crystal in his hand. He looked at Ana. "Did I do it right?" Stiles asked. Ana was smiling. "Read the next page." She instructed. Stiles turned the page, sliding his hand down the page, looking for what red meant. 'Red, A very powerful, old, and rare sort of magic. Comes from the magic of the magical creatures.' Stiles looked up. "Does that mean I can call for the magical creatures, including Werewolf's?" Stiles asked, hope in his voice. Ana nodded to him although a little skeptical. "This crystal will bind your magic. Be careful though, if broken, you will die." Stiles nodded before turning to the front of the book. He looked down the contents page, finding the spell he needed. He turned to page 48, a spell for unbreakable objects. Stiles chanted the spell, feeling the electrical charge. Stiles could smell Ozone, but kept chanting. When he opened his eyes the smile on Ana's face was bright and when he looked to his crystal, there was a faint blue shield over it. Stiles stood up, before walking to a corner in the attic and setting the crystal on its side. The crystal instead stood itself upright and started to spin. Stiles waved his hand over the crystal, believing it was cloaked. When he opened his eyes the feel of the static was a lot more than before, and the smell of ozone was overpowering. But he was glad to see, or not to see, the crystal.
When Stiles stood back up he felt lightheaded, like he was going to pass out. Ana walked over to his, pulling him flush with her body, "Using a lot of magic takes a lot of energy, you need rest." She said as she lead Stiles to his room.
