Little Update: This is a very sad story. It mentions suicide and Self-harm. And a lot of character deaths as shown in the prologue. One thing I have to say beforehand is this gets dark. So JUST BE WARNED. But it has a happy ending so don't worry. And I believe it's worth the read. Just a few warnings. It is going to be rated M but for those who didn't check. Get ready to cry. But Enjoy!
It's been a week since everyone had passed. Stiles was about to be put back in Eichen House. They said because they were afraid he'd take his own life. Which is definitely a thought that has crossed Stiles' mind. More than once. But he wasn't going back there. Never again after what they did to Lydia. So he got out of bed. And pushed his emotions back. He only focused on one thing. Getting his friends back. And there was no easy way for this to happen. There were quite a few ways to do it. Making a deal with a nasty monster. Or trying his hand at witchcraft. Or traveling back in time. They all had downsides. But nothing as bad as what he was feeling right now.
After some deliberation. He set about gathering ingredients. He went to Deaton's. There was no one there. It was empty. Like everything else in Stiles' life. And just took what he needed. If things worked like Stiles had hoped they would he wouldn't need to worry about anything else.
The form in which he decided he was going to fix things was time travel. It apparently wasn't impossible, but extremely hard to do. It had many downsides. Like never returning to your own time or dying if it failed. But those were things Stiles was okay with. He'd already given up on his current time anyway.
He took his battered up Jeep and drove it into the preserve. He went off the trail as far as the jeep could take him. He eventually had to abandon it. He patted the hood. And grabbed a duffle bag inside his trunk and kept heading into the dense forest before him. Until he reached the Nemeton. It looked as big and creepy as the last time he saw it. But he trudged on and came to a halt at the base. He needed powerful magic for this to work. And even though he has a spark or whatever Deaton had said it was, He made sure to get an extra push by using the Nemeton as a conductor. He took out a large bowl from the bag he placed it in the center of the Nemeton. He then added the necessary ingredients for the spell. The last ingredient, Which was more for the Nemeton then the actual time traveling spell. Which was his own blood? And the instructions said he needed to use a lot of it. So he slit his wrist. He knows that he probably could've done it somewhere else. But if this failed, He didn't really want to come back here. To this state of being numb and empty. As he watched the blood pour into the bowl, he started to chant
"Tolle quod tuum cibus et sanguis et utuntur. Omnes rapiunt illud. Suscipe me, et tempus pacis. A diebus coram me est. Uti diximus propter magnitudinem ductum. Hoc corpus percurret tempore quo me figere omne malum."He opened his eyes and nothing happened. He waited and nothing happened. He failed. The moment he realized that this was it. He picked up the knife again and cut his other wrist. He cried as his mind slowly faded into nothingness.
