An hour after Stiles had left the tent to show the German members around, they already found themselves walking back to their starting point. Admittedly, the brotherhood was quite big but aside from large tents where people lived and met, there wasn't many things that were worth sightseeing. The infirmary, the forge, the bonfire and another few things. Not a very fun tour.
Hauke turned out to be the friendliest of all. The red-headed, overly tall 17-year-old had listened to Stiles as he told them what the different places were and sometimes even asked for more information. Also, he hadn't held back himself, telling Stiles about the brotherhood in Germany and how they lived in wooden huts instead of tents due to the cold weather. But aside from that, there weren't many differences between the two brotherhoods.
For a reason unknown to Stiles, Fritz had seemed to be upset during the entire time. Whatever it was, Stiles decided to ignore it since Amadala pointed at the blonde and rolled her eyes in resignation. It was probably related to something Stiles didn't even know about.
The girl, Amadala, hadn't spoken much, but she reminded Stiles of Erica. Because of her clothes, the confidence she wore them with and the iron in her eyes, Stiles would've been surprised if he hadn't noticed the resemblance immediately.
Now, they were a couple of tents behind the main tent, where Cedric and the convoys were having a meeting. As they walked, Hauke told Stiles about the demons in Germany.
"And there are these dwarfs that have these axes or big hammers" he explained smiling "The masters have usually a difficult time around them, but mages can fight them more easily"
Stiles rose his eyebrows "Why is it so hard to fight them?"
"Well, they really know well how to fight with the axes, and they are short. It is sometimes hard to aim at them" Hauke explained "And then, there are dark elves, but they are not like in TV, they're much worse"
Stiles couldn't help but think about Thor, the comic-book hero that had once fought against vicious, terrifyingly symmetrical elves. If that wasn't bad enough for Hauke, he really didn't want to meet the real ones.
Hauke saw his confused expression "I know, it's hard to believe" he continued "But they are completely white, and they have perfect faces. They've got claws instead of fingers and they're teeth are all pointy. The creepy thing is that they move the plants. That's how thy kill you. A while back a lot of them attacked our brotherhood and they used sprouts to tie people and kill them. It was bad."
Stiles was about to ask what had exactly happened, when, for the first time, Fritz decided to speak up in a dark and molested tone.
"It wasn't only elves" he said, ignoring the heads that snapped at his direction "There were vampires, dwarfs, hellhounds. It was the worst attack our brotherhood had ever faced"
Something crept up Stiles' mind, an idea that he really, really wanted to be false. Their brotherhood had been attacked by an army of demons, they had been organized and the demons had tried to debilitate the members before killing them.
That sounded awfully familiar.
Stiles clenched his fists. He hoped it hadn't been what he was thinking. However, deep down he knew it was the only explanation.
Amadala looked up at Fritz, her eyes digging their way into his in a way that said this wasn't the first time they had had this discussion.
"It lasted a while, but the demons fell back eventually. We weren't prepared but that won't happen again" she told more Fritz than Stiles.
Fritz scoffed "There is more to that day, they just don't want to tell us"
Now, Stiles really got worried. This was bad. Really bad. They didn't know about Walter and his demons and his plans. Stiles only wanted them to change the topic and keep walking. He wanted to get them back to the main tent. Fast.
"That's why they asked you to `show us around'" he turned to look coldly at Stiles "Because they are discussing it and don't want us to be there"
That was not good.
Stiles suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable in his own skin. Hoping none of them would notice, he started walking faster.
The other two didn't seem to want his conversation to end, Stiles soon noticed and smiled sourly at his own luck.
Amadala ran in front of Fritz and started walking backwards while facing him "Just because you read that book, doesn't mean that it is true"
Stiles didn't want to know what book she was talking about.
Fritz rolled his eyes "A prophecy is a prophecy"
Stiles considered whether running away would be a fitting option.
Probably not.
"Have you heard of it?" Hauke decided to involve Stiles in the conversation "The prophecy about the Swords' Master? Do you think that's why Uwe decided to bring the brotherhood's psionic here?"
Stiles gulped with his own saliva.
"There's a psionic here?" he asked not managing to hide the fear certain memories arose in his mind.
Fritz smiled satisfied and glanced at Amadala "You see, there's your prove"
The girl stared at Stiles and frowned while she inspected him carefully. That moment, Stiles realized he had done something really stupid. They would want to get answers about his behaviour, and he wouldn't, couldn't tell them the entire story. Not the part that could get him killed if his secret got out of the brotherhood.
"We had a psionic" Stiles slowly started to explain "He… went rogue. Rumour is… that he never learned properly to control his powers. There was no one that could teach him and because of all the things he heard, he…"
"Went crazy?" Amadala ended his sentence for him.
Stiles nodded.
She smiled warmly at him "Well, don't worry" she told Stiles "Johann, our psionic, is one of the best. He knows perfectly well how to use his powers. In fact, when there is a problem in another brotherhood in Europe, he is the one that leaves to teach other psionics how to use their powers."
Fritz didn't seem too concerned about psionics going crazy. He eyed Stiles with interest for the first time since they had met.
"What happened with Walter?"
Stiles took a deep breath "He summoned demons, made them attack the brotherhood, tried to kill a lot of people"
"So, there is a chance the attacks were linked?" Fritz inquired, fire in his eyes "Maybe Walter organized the…"
Stiles thought that stopping this now would be the best thing to do.
"I don't know" he interrupted, trying to not be too disrespectful "The only thing I do know is that Walter did a lot of harm"
Luckily, they arrived at the tent in that moment, cutting all other questions in the German's tongue. In front of the large, purple tent was Cedric, talking to other three persons who Stiles assumed to be members of the German brotherhood.
Cedric's eyes soon found Stiles and the three visitors. He smiled at them and waved them to come closer.
Honestly, Stiles didn't feel in the mood to talk to Cedric and meet the other German members. Knowing his luck, the first person that would try to talk to him would be the damn psionic and he really wasn't feeling up to that. He had enough bad memories involving a certain psionic, he didn't need any more.
So, after greeting the other two members and kindly listening to Cedric tell him about the things they were going to do, Stiles wished all of them a nice day and walked into the tent. None of them noticed how he wanted to distance himself and also wished him a nice day. Hauke thanked him for the tour and Amadala said she looked forward to talking to him again.
Cedric soon returned to his conversation with the other tow members who were (luckily) two masters. It didn't take long, and Stiles was again inside the purple tent, heading for Arya's room.
As he stepped between the two purple curtains, he saw Arya sitting on her bed but still covered in sheets. She was listening with a somewhat painful expression at Quinn, who was sitting on the foot of the bed with a book in his hands.
When her eyes looked up to find Stiles, she scrunched her face pleadingly.
"Please, make him stop" she asked, interrupting Quinn "He's been telling me about entropy and enthalpy and affinity and I can't make it stop"
Before he knew it, Stiles laughed. And as he laughed a rock fell off his chest. That was exactly what he had needed.
Smiling, Stiles sat down on the bed next to Arya and swung his arm over her shoulders "Look at the bright side, maybe you'll fall asleep and when you wake up he'll be done talking"
Arya rose an eyebrow "Not even the end of the world could shut him up"
Again, laughter escaped Stiles' lips. Quinn stared at them offended, but soon, a smile also appeared on his face.
That moment, Stiles looked at them. Quinn had lost his memories, Arya had been stabbed, and he was scared of a psionic being near him but still, there was more to their life than that. Maybe it was just the distraction he needed, but that moment, he felt that the world was okay. In that moment, their demons didn't seem to matter. Their friendship was far stronger than the darkness in their life.
Teen Wolf
It wasn't until a few hours later, when the stars were already gleaming above their heads, that Stiles decided it was time to go home. They had listened to Quinn for a while, Stiles mostly understanding what he was saying while Arya just laid by Stiles' side and commented how much she didn't understand or care for that matter.
Their conversation had moved to various topics, reaching from Arya's bribed dagger to the German brotherhood. For a moment, Stiles actually felt like he was a normal teenager.
Luckily, the German brotherhood had also brought a healer, Diana, who took a look at Arya's wound and helped a bit to make it heal much quicker. Arya hadn't done nothing to hide her joy because of it. She couldn't wait to be up on her feet again and train.
When Stiles had seen it was already past 8 o'clock, he had decided to drive home. His dad's shift ended at 9 o'clock and he still had planned to cook something healthy for him to eat. That's how good of a son he was, always willing to cook a vegie burger for his dad.
So, after giving Arya a brief kiss and saying goodbye to everyone, he walked out of the brotherhood towards the clearing where he usually parked his jeep. His hand was hovering above the door's handle, when he heard a voice behind him.
Surprised, Stiles turned around and found a man, walking rapidly towards him.
As he crossed the clearing, the man smiled at him "Hello Stiles, Cedric and I thought it would be best for us to talk alone where no one could hear us"
With quite a few questions on his mind, Stiles only frowned at the man.
"Who are you?"
The man stopped walking a few steps in front of him.
"I'm Johann, son of Peter. Cedric told me you have had problems with your powers. I can help you" he said.
The psionic.
Stiles stared at the man, Johann, for a second. His heart sped up in his chest and without being able to stop it, Stiles found himself comparing the two mind-readers he had met.
Johann was tall, almost like Walter. However, his hair wasn't black, it was light brown and he also had no beard. His eyes were blue and besides them were small wrinkles, almost as if he smiled too much. Another difference was his age, Johann was younger than Walter. Stiles estimated him to be in his early thirties, whereas Walter had been late forties or early fifties.
Although there were clear differences between them, Stiles suddenly felt the need to get into his jeep and drive far, far away. Just thinking of what that man could do, the things he could say, the pain he could cause…
Stiles wanted to get away from him.
Apparently, his silent staring told Johann enough to understand the situation.
The man tried to smile comfortingly at him but to Stiles it just felt wrong.
"Cedric also told me you could have some difficulty trusting me" he continued "But believe me, I only want to help you, Stiles"
Johann made a step forward to come closer, but Stiles' body reacted before he knew it. Immediately, he stepped back, trying to recover the distance between them.
For a second, Stiles saw the hurt in Johann's eyes, in the way his eyebrows knitted together. And he knew. He knew this man wasn't Walter because Walter could not be hurt. Not emotionally. That man had lacked a soul to feel anything.
Stiles shook his head and ran his hands over his face, trying to clear his mind.
"I'm sorry" he finally managed to say as his hands fell back to his sides "It's just a lot to… I didn't expect…"
Johann smiled again and this time it didn't feel as wrong.
"It's okay" he answered and tried again to get closer. Stiles didn't step back, ignoring the small voice in the back of his mind.
Johann's smile brightened "You have had trouble controlling your powers?"
Stiles was about to reply when he suddenly realized Johann knew he was a psionic. Confused, he stopped himself before a word slipped off his tongue. Cedric and he had come up with a cover-up story to tell everyone, to hide his identity. But in that story, he was a mage, not a psionic.
Had Cedric told Johann a different story? Or had Cedric told Johann the truth?
Also, why hadn't Cedric told him about the psionic? About his plans to train him?
Johann again, seemed to understand what had made Stiles hesitate after a few seconds of silence.
"I mean your powers as a psionic" he specified "I suppose all the other abilities are affected because of that but the root is the psionic part"
So, he knew.
Taking in a deep breath, Stiles nodded.
When he opened his mouth to speak, his throat felt rarely dry "Every time I try to enter the magic dimension, I… I hear the voices. It's getting harder to ignore them"
Johann nodded. "You need to train and learn how to control them"
That didn't sound bad at first. But Stiles knew what training meant. It meant opening up, going willingly into the magic dimension and listening to the voices on purpose. That was something he wasn't very eager to do.
"I'll help you" Johann told Stiles "Being a psionic is one of the hardest abilities to bear. Believe me, I've helped many people with our abilities. It is important to learn to handle them properly, else..."
"I'll end up like Walter" Stiles completed the sentence.
Johann nodded again.
"Apparently, no one noticed how much help he needed until it was too late" Johann explained "The sooner we start training, the sooner you'll be able to control your powers. All of them"
Teen Wolf
Scott watched as Stiles walked up and down for what felt like the thousandth time. The clicking of his soles on the wooden door weas accompanied by the sound of his hands rubbing against each other. If Scott had been anything near normal, he wouldn't have noticed or cared about these things. However, his heightened sensed made him all too aware of Stiles' nervousness, almost passing it on to him.
After another few minutes of sitting on his friend's bed and watching it, Scott couldn't take it anymore. He put his math book down next to him on the bed and got on his feet.
"What is going on?" he asked.
Stiles' pacing immediately halted.
"What?" he asked perplexed.
"You've been acting… weird. For quite a while now and I'm really starting to think something's wrong" he explained, his eyes softened "You can tell me"
Standing in the middle of his room, Stiles stared at Scott for a moment. The werewolf had decided to collect extra credits for school and was thus studying for the following year, even though they were already on vacation. Stiles had offered to help him which was why Scott had come to his house.
It took Stiles some time to react, Scott knew he was thinking about what he should say and how to say it. Stiles had gotten a lot more careful with his choice of words lately.
Finally, Stiles shook his head. Having walked over to his desk, Stiles sat down on the chair next to it and directed his eyes at Scott.
Slowly, Scott sat down on the bed where he had been, facing Stiles.
Said person opened his mouth once before closing it again. He looked up at the ceiling, thinking again.
"There's a brotherhood in Germany" Stiles started when he decided to speak "And some of their members came here to visit"
Scott nodded, wanting Stiles' to keep talking after having closed up a few days ago. For that reason, he supressed the surprise in his muscles when he heard there was more than one brotherhood. Never in his life had he imagined that there was much more to magic than the tents he already knew. However, it did make sense. His pack wasn't the only pack after all.
Trying his best, Scott pushed these thoughts aside and returned his full concentration to Stiles.
"I met some of them and they are nice" Stiles tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace "But… we talked, and they said some things, things about… you know…"
But Scott didn't.
Stiles sighed after seeing Scott wasn't understanding "The whole prophecy stuff" he confessed "Apparently, it made it all to Germany."
Now, Scott wasn't able to hide his surprise.
"What did they say?" he asked.
Stiles shrugged "It's not like they know much" he replied "But there are rumours. Some of them don't believe that there was such a huge battle and that…."
Stiles eyes looked down at his hands, playing with his own fingers "Cedric and I agreed that it would be best if no one found out about me. Something like keeping my identity a secret. Like, I'm just a mage until things return to normal"
Scott frowned. Why would Stiles feel bad about that? Having known Stiles for his entire life, Scott knew Stiles wanted a lot of things but not attention. If someone had asked him, Scott would've said Stiles would be glad to be able to go under and pass unnoticed.
There had to be something more.
"There's more" he spoke his thoughts aloud.
Stiles nodded and looked out of the window "Cedric decided there was one person that should know about me" he took in a deep breath. Then, he hesitated, and Scott could immediately see this was it. This was what was really bothering him. And it was clear to see that it was hard for Stiles to get it over his lips.
Finally, Stiles sighed "There's a psionic and… and part of the reason why the members came… it was because Cedric asked him to train me"
"And you don't want to?"
Stiles shrugged "I don't know. It just always reminds me of… him."
There was no need to name him. Scott immediately knew he was talking about Walter. After so long, Scott hated to see his friend still haunted by that man. It wasn't like it had been with the Nogitsune. Stiles didn't have panic attacks or nightmares. In fact, Scott doubted Stiles even thought of Walter on any normal day.
But when he was mentioned, Stiles still wasn't able to simply shrug it off. It was clearly something he preferred not thinking about.
Still, there was the memory in Scott's mind, of Stiles not being able to do what he had once done with complete calm. He remembered when he had seen Stiles use his powers for the first time, when he had found out there was such thing as magic.
When the demons had attacked, Stiles had acted. Lightning and fire flowing out of his hands, trash-cans moving at full speed. Stiles' magic had come so natural to him, so easily and without a burden.
Then, it had started slowly. Stiles was scared of his own powers, there was no doubt. Maybe Stiles wasn't aware of it himself, but Scott knew him to well.
And if training offered a solution, then why shouldn't Stiles at least try?
Before he could think about the situation more, the words left his mouth.
"I think you should do it"
Stiles' head snapped up, his eyes digging into his and seeking an answer.
Scott was quick to speak.
"If it helps you control your abilities" Scott explained "…it can be good. You could start with that and then move on to the other things you can't control. Maybe…"
Scott trailed off, not really daring to speak out what he was thinking.
Stiles seemed more intrigued than terrified. The insecurity and fright in his face had shifted into confusion and maybe, maybe even curiosity.
"Maybe…?" Stiles asked.
Scott took in a deep breath "Maybe you are kind of stuck" he finally said and leaned forward "You stopped training as much as you used to. Maybe this is what you need. You'll have to learn to use your abilities eventually, right? Why not get it over with quickly?"
Stiles leaned back on his chair. It wasn't easy to read his posture. His brows were furrowed, his hands thrown over his lap and his blazed eyes staring blankly out of the window.
Hoping he hadn't said anything wrong, Scott observed his friend silently. He didn't dare to speak up. If he had said something wrong, Scott didn't want to make it worse.
"I think you are right" Stiles said but his voice was quiet. He turned around to look at Scott "Thank you"
It took one moment for Scott to take in what he had just heard. Then, when his brain understood what was behind Stiles' words, he couldn't help but smile.
He had helped Stiles.
He had been a good friend.
Scott didn't bother pushing the smile down "You'll learn fast"
Stiles smiled back, not as wide as Scott would have wished. Not as relieved and not as confident. But it was a start.
Suddenly, Stiles frowned "What did you want to tell me?" he asked "In the text you said you wanted to talk about something?"
Scott's mouth hung open for a while. He wanted to tell Stiles everything that had happened yesterday when he had talked to Peter. He wanted to tell him about Thalia, the disappearances and the fact that Peter called him a fairy.
But Stiles had enough on his plate right now.
A voice in the back of his mind knew it wasn't the best thing to do. Stiles had been honest, which should encourage him to be honest too. But he just wanted to protect him. Eventually, Stiles would find out. Scott and Derek would tell him about everything and together they would be able to get answers.
However, that story wasn't relevant at the moment. Peter was locked up in Eichen House and whatever had happened in the past wouldn't help them solve any problems right now.
That could wait.
There were other things Stiles should know.
"I went to Eichen House with Derek and Liam" he started explaining. When Stiles was about to raise his voice and probably ask him why the hell he had done that, Scott raised his hand to make him stop.
"We talked to Peter" he explained with haste "And asked him what we should do about the werewolves that attacked the brotherhood"
Stiles leaned forward on his chair. Judging by his concerned eyes, Scott guessed he still wasn't pleased with the idea of them going to Eichen House.
"What did he say?" he asked.
"We should find them and try to talk first, see if they see any reason." Scott shrugged "If they don't…, we'll have to act"
Stiles nodded "Let's hope it doesn't come to that"
Teen Wolf
At the same time, Cedric was standing in his tent. Not the one where he lived in, but the one he used to work. It was more of a compartment behind the main tent, where official meetings were held.
The tent had a large desk with a large number of drawers and compartments. But no matter how big that space was, it still wasn't enough to store all the knowledge the brotherhood had accumulated over its long existence. Therefore, there were shelves and cupboards behind and next to the desk, filled with every kind of book and scripture one could think of.
To Cedric's misfortune so many delicate antiquities needed to be taken care of. Standing in front of one of the many shelves, he was pulling one leather bound book after another and looking for any signs of damage. Luckily, most of them were only covered by a thick layer of dust.
When he was pulling the third book from the second shelf, the man that had been sitting in front of his desk and accompanying him, decided to speak up.
"Is there anything about a psionic?" Johann asked, and Cedric wasn't surprised at all by his question.
Without turning around, Cedric quickly let his eyes travel through the furniture in front him.
"I don't think so" he replied, still examining the books "I suppose Walter took everything"
Cedric heard a book close behind him and fall on the table with care. "Was it that bad?" Johann asked "What he did?"
Looking down at a purple cover in his hands, Cedric sighed "Are you thinking about Stiles?"
"Yes" the psionic replied behind him "Training him won't be easy"
Just the moment when Cedric was about to open his mouth and tell Johann that he was one of the best teachers in the entire world, Arthur's silhouette burst into the room.
Breathing heavily, he leaned his entire weight on his knees and tried to recover his composure for a second. After what felt like the second before a bomb going off, he looked up at Cedric.
"You have to see this" he forcefully got out "The clearing… our cars…"
Cedric had already reacted before Arthur had a chance to finish his sentence. The mage let the violet book fall on the desk and strode to the outside as fast as he could. When his face met the fresh air, he spotted the members gathering at the tree line, all of them trying to get to said clearing.
As Cedric quickly made its way to the crowd, whispers and mumbles made their way into his ears. When he raised his voice, asking the people to let him through, members moved aside and cleared a path for him. Soon, he had made his way into the tree line and only needed to jog a few minutes to get to the clearing. A part of him was aware of Arthur and Johann following him but that wasn't important enough for his mind to waste much energy thinking about it.
Soon, Cedric arrived at the clearing and halted next to Godiva and Uwe. The representative of the masters and the German ambassador were frozen in their place, both of them staring at the scene before them.
Ignoring all the other members hushing in the background, Cedric stepped forward. No one had dared t get closer than Godiva. Out of the corner of his eye, Cedric spotted Amadala and Hauke. Luckily, Arya and Quinn were nowhere to be seen.
Because Cedric knew they would've been outraged, they would've made keeping Stiles' identity safe more than difficult.
"When did this happen?" Cedric asked Godiva, not parting his eyes from the image.
She took in a deep breath "No one knows" she answered, her voice was hollow "The German kids were planning to go into town and found the cars like this"
Cedric would've nodded but he knew she wasn't looking at him. Slowly, he stepped forward. The already shattered glass clattered beneath his boots as he got closer. When he reached one of the car's side, the thick grey smoke rising from the hood made him cough.
Stepping around the car, Cedric let his hand fall on the cold metal. His fingers soon found the thing he had been looking for. Slowly, his fingers traced the rough form jagged in the metal. One moment, Cedric's eyes were glued to the form, wondering what it meant.
When his eyes finally were able to turn away, they wondered up, taking all of the other cars in. It was when he noticed that the same spiral had been pierced in every possible spot in all cars like a plague, that he realized it couldn't mean anything good.
But the hundreds of symbols weren't the only message they had left. Forcing back the utter disgust in his stomach, Cedric looked down at the killed animal laying on front of a blue car. The squirrel's eyes were wide open, almost like it knew what atrocities had happened to it after its death. Its stomach was gahsed opened, three long slashed bathed in blood just like the grass beneath the animal.
Then, there was the message. Cedric was really hoping what he was thinking was wrong, but there wasn't a shadow of a doubt that the squirrel's blood had been used to do the job.
On the only windshield that hadn't been shattered to pieces, bloody hands had smeared words.
Our people were slaughtered because of you.
We came to return the favour.
We'll tear every fairy its wings out if it stands in our way
and our claws will slit you Swords' Masters throat.
How many suffer
is up to you.
The time of peace is over.
Teen Wolf
There was a man inside Eichen House, leaning on a chair with his legs swung over the desk in front of him. Holding a cigarette between the middle and index finger of his left hand, the man set his eyes on the smeared and dusty papers in front of him. The notes and drawings had been rotting in his cupboard for too long.
Apparently, the time had come to continue his crusade.
He pushed the red button of the recording device his ally had given him. The man had been reluctant at first to approach his kind, but it had proven useful. And now, the ally had played right into his hands. The man had something the ally wanted. So, whether he liked it or not, he was going to do whatever he wanted.
"…Say there were some werewolves in our territory without our knowledge…"
"…They are targeting a specific… group…"
"…Well, only if the ones being attacked aren't the ones I think they are…"
"…How long have you known about them? When did the two realms meet? ..."
"Couple of months"
A satisfied grin appeared on the man's face as he listened to the recording for the fourth time. That was exactly what he had waited for. That was exactly what he needed. History was going to repeat itself and so would his doings.
A wide door had opened for him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. The man looked down at his hand. A tiny flame started to dance between his fingers, illuminating the dark office. Soon, he would end what had started 40 years ago.
Thanks for reading!
I really want to apologize for the long wait, I honestly had planned to update sooner. I won't come up with excuses and I won't promise anything because I don't want to be a liar. I can, however, say that I will try my best and that I will really work on improving these long waits.
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Answering the question of a mysterious guest who asked whether Quinn and Benedict would be reunited, I can say that there is a high probability. :) I won't say how, why or when but I think their relationship offers a lot and I am not planning to let Benedict fall into the void of forgetness. In fact, I've already got some plans for him. :)
But I don't want to spoil anything, which is why I won't say anymore. However, your curiousity really warms my heart.
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