Okay so part 2 of the official-unofficial 2-part chapter so aptly entitled 'The erdőben sárkány' for purposes that are obvious. Anyways I love all the support I'm getting for this story so far, love reading the reviews and stuff so keep going at it. I especially love Zeenath and Moiira's review who gave me the inspiration for the first line of this chapter! xD

So as I was saying in my last note, this would be a cute chapter and it will be at the end. So just as a note here, the phrase 'erdőben sárkány' describes both a single creature and more than one, just look for context clues to see which one is which.

Anyways… (I say anyways a lot guys, oh gosh)*like Mario* here we go!

-The Influence of One-

"A whaaaaa…" Stiles sounded. If they were in a cartoon his jaw would have hit the table.

"An erdőben sárkány." His father repeated in a near-perfect Hungarian accent; the sounds coming out from deep within the throat and all 'tongue' so to speak as he pronounced the words, the –ine part of the creature's name fading more into nothing, the 'n' barely being sounded.

"S-so you're saying that I, Stiles, meek, pathetic, puny Stiles, might be this…"

"Erdőben sárkány." His father provided as he glanced at the clock again, this time the clock reading ten zero two.

"Er-du-ben—"

"It's air-du-ben Stiles. Air…" His father corrected, rolling the 'r' in air.

"Air-du-ben shark-ine." Stiles said slowly, his accent not quite there, in fact, not at all there.

Glenn nodded though. "Don't worry about it Stiles. If you don't become the creature then you're free to live your life, just pass down the story to your kids when they turn seventeen to keep the knowledge alive but if—"

"Wait." Stiles interrupted, his mind going a billion miles per hours now as the information his father told him finally sunk into his brain. "Why would they need to know? Wouldn't the bloodline simply fade away due to breeding?"

The Sheriff laughed out loud with his son's choice of words. "Breeding?" Glenn chuckled again and Stiles raised his shoulders in a shrug, though a smile did crawl onto his face because of his word choosing. "No, no. The bloodline, the gene, of the sárkány is too strong. It's a completely dominant gene like oh…" Glenn searched his mind, trying to remember another creature that his son might be familiar about with the same gene. "Like lycanthropy… kind of."

Stiles tensed at the word and his smile grew into a nervous grin. "Oh is that so?"

"Yeah, except with lycanthropy it's more—a whole hell of a lot more—common than our gene. Though our bloodline is stronger and more… magical, it's harder for the human teenager to accept the gene and become the sárkány. It's—"

"You're calling it the sárkány now." Stiles interrupted again when he finally noticed the shortening of the creature's name.

"Yes it's—"Glenn began, his thoughts once again thrown off by his ADHD son. "Erdőben sárkány in Hungarian literally means 'woods dragon,' by just simply saying sárkány it is known that it is what it is because there is no other creature with the words as their breed. It's a shortening. As I was saying—"

"You said that uh, these sárkány succeeded from dragons?"

Glenn ran a hand over his face and groaned softly. "Yes, but right now that's not important Stiles. You were born at the right time and you might become the sárkány, I need you to understand ow the gene works, wither you do or do not become it."

Stiles blinked at his father and huffed a breath, leaning into his chair to get more comfortable. "Then fire away dad."

The Sheriff sighed heavily and continued once more. "As I was saying Stiles… That's why the sárkány is so rare. The gene itself demands a big enough gap between possible sárkány, hence the five hundred years between one sárkány and the next. One of these reasons is because these creatures are so influential that it takes, quite literally, five hundred years since the death of the last sárkány or twenty years after the Fated Time for another chance. The—"

"The Fated Time? Twenty years? Wha—"

"The Fated Time is the time for when a sárkány can form and it takes twenty years for the Fated Time to end because when the first sárkány succeeded it took twenty years for him to truly become the sárkány." His father interrupted in one long breath, gasping for breath quite comically before rising and going to the fridge for a well needed beer.

"Oh." Stiles sounded, smiling bashfully at his father as he sat back down. "So before you said not to worry about it."

"What?" His father sounded, honestly confused about what his son was referring to. He has been jumping all around this introductory history lesson on the sárkány that he completely had no idea where in the hell he was at the moment.

"Before… you said don't worry about the pronunciation because if not I would just need to pass on the story…" Stiles chuckled nervously then and grinned broadly at his father. "But then I interrupted and you were going to say something else."

Glenn blinked several times before shaking his head vigorously, glancing at the clock (it read ten thirteen) before continuing on what he was saying long ago. "Oh… I was going to say that if you do become the sárkány then all this information will be transuded into your brain."

"What? How?"

Glenn shrugged his shoulders, not completely understanding the facts of his family's bloodline. "It just happens. The explanation for it was always that it was the sárkány's magic; the same magic that make nature blossom, peace blossom, beauty radiate from its features…" Glenn smiled, remembering a story his great grandmother told him months before she died. "There was a story that a sárkány in its woods overheard some crying in the woods and it was drawn to the sound, feeling both empathy and disgust at the sound since it was sad and a disgusting sound in its woods. When it found the source of the crying it found a maiden and a bear that was shot by a hunter and the maiden and bear had fallen in love and her heart was broken. The sárkány, so moved by the tragic moment, brought back the bear as a human so that he and the maiden could truly be together."

Stiles watched his father closely. The man's facial expression looked at peace, more so than he had ever seen it, talking about the story, as if he truly and fully believed the tale, believed in the magic of the erdőben sárkány. "So I will know everything?"

Glenn nodded, his mind coming back down from the story that he had significantly shortened since the original was super long, getting more into a full length fairytale rather than a bedtime story. "Everything from the succession from dragons and the differences between the sárkány and the dragons, how you should act as a sárkány as well as how they move and work and all that, to history dealing with the sárkány, of course, and about how we were treated by humans, animals, and other beings; hunters, other supernatural beings, the works."

"Humans knew of the sárkány?"

The Sheriff nodded. "You have got to know Stiles, when the sárkány came to be it was back when creatures of mystery and illusion were very well known and thought to be alive. In fact, sárkány were treated as royalty, being called 'His Highness' or 'Her Highness' if the sárkány was female. Their families dropped everything they would do to become the sárkány's personal guards, servants, anything to ensure that their Highness was happy and well. Even humans outside the family would offer their services and bowed in the presence of a sárkány, I mean, after the first sárkány it became easy to recognize when there was in fact a sárkány in the area."

Stiles didn't know why, but at that moment his mouth blurted out a random word. "Atalik (Pronunciation: ah-ta-leek)."

Glenn straightened and looked at the clock. It screamed eleven o'clock, once again on the dot. Did that much time pass already? Glenn found his mind shooting the question at him. One more hour… and it looks that—Glenn interrupted his own thoughts and spoke aloud. "What did you say?"

Stiles shook his head, he very dumbfounded right now as he stared at the table much like his father did earlier. "I don't know… I… Atalik?"

The man sighed, his eyes slowly shutting closed. Sucks that our family isn't big. The thought came to pass once more in Glenn's head and when he opened his eyes he found his son's eyes, his eyes, staring back at him, his gaze questioning. "Atalik was the first sárkány, Stiles." Glenn provided and Stiles jumped back slightly, surprised that he knew that because he was sure he had never heard that name in his life. "Stiles, don't freak out, okay? It's just the…" Glenn's sentence faded off into nothing when his son started to physically change before him.

"Dad?" Stiles asked, questioning why the man had silenced himself. Without even thinking about it Stiles stood and went out into the hall to where that decorative mirror hung on the wall.

Stiles stood before the mirror and stared into the reflective glass with wide eyes. It was like the ending scene in Breaking Dawn part one (not that he ever watched it, oh no, not cool guy Stiles). His hair began to lighten up, going from dark brown to brown with near golden highlights. His eye brows perfected themselves, coming down to a neat point, not a single hair out of place or over grown or nothing. His skin began to brighten up as well, becoming not lighter, but somehow clearer, not like see-through clearer but just clean. His birthmarks remained but they lightened up just a bit, is if to not pop out and just distinct his face. His acne that was coming out due to all the stress disappeared within seconds. His lips became fuller-looking, and brighter, pinker, full of life. Stiles opened his mouth and saw his teeth turn white, straighten painlessly into perfect lines, his canines slowly extending to a blunt point to look more like fangs, and Stiles knew his fair share of fangs.

His mouth shut and Stiles glanced down at his hands. His hands became softer, he noticed, as he rubbed them together and as he witnessed blunt nails which were gray and unkempt, become pure white as his nail beds became healthier looking and turned a light pink. His nails also grew the more he thought about them, suddenly becoming sharp white claws. Stiles quickly dragged his nails upwards on his thumb, making a sliding noise that made Stiles smile, smile like this is what he always wanted, long girly looking nails. Suddenly his eyes began to cloud and Stiles groaned, his eyes moving back to the mirror.

Stiles focused in the mirror closely. His eyes were also becoming brighter, their chocolate brown-ness becoming almost like a dark honey color. Then he noticed it. Coming from his left, dark, clearer, more focused, pupil was a string of emerald-teal that was snaking out slowly, making its way to the outer rim of the brown in his eye. It then began to move along the border, going halfway around his eye before moving back towards his pupil in a broken line, jutting inwards suddenly and then back out before reaching the dark pupil once more.

The teen was enamored by this. He stayed glued in the mirror, his father still in the kitchen watching his son and drinking his beer, his mouth in a straight line as he tried to mentally settle himself. Stiles stayed in the mirror for a whole hour, watching as that green line continued the motion over and over along that first line before then moving inwards towards his pupil, filling that section of his eye with that emerald-teal color. Finally after that hour it was done, his left eye now with partial heterochromia of honey brown and emerald-teal.

"Dad!" Stiles yelled out excitedly before turning to run straight into his father who had stood and walked to his son as the process was being completed. "Dad, look!" Stiles practically cheered as he pointed to his eye. "It's cool!"

Glenn laughed softly at his son and with a heavy heart he confirmed what had just happened as the clock in the kitchen stuck midnight. "You became the erdőben sárkány… there hasn't been a sárkány in nearly fifteen hundred years."

"I know." Stiles answered truthfully. He turned back and stared in the mirror. "Atalik would have been proud of me if his soul was still here. He and his clan. Did you know that that was the only time there was more than one sárkány in the world?"

Glenn chuckled. "Yes, I knew that son." Stiles' eyes turned to the border of the mirror and Glenn noticed this for his son placed his nose against the wood frame. "You're going to become very attentive to things Stiles, and if I may say, more annoying, for at least a week, just until you get used to the sárkány."

"This wood frame is very old." Stiles said, seemingly ignoring his father when in fact he hadn't. "It's handmade, the wood from a hundred seventy eight year old tree in Hungary… mother brought this over didn't she? When she moved to the United States to live with you and become your wife?"

"…Yes…" Glenn answered, surprised of Stiles for being able to read that from the wood even though he knew that his son was now an erdőben sárkány and this creature could tell you anything as long as it had something to do with the woods.

"It's… pretty." Stiles drawled out, wondering if he should use the word to describe it. He then turned on his heels quickly and looked at his father, being distracted then by his father's shirt. Placing his nose against the shirt, much like what he did with the frame, he stared intently at the cloth. "This is a good shirt. Well made…" That was all he said before he turned back to his father, getting out of the Sheriff's personal space though the man truly did not mind Stiles' behavior since there was a very good reason for it. "Is there anything else I should know for now? I mean I think I know everything, well not everything, I'm not an über genius or whatnot, but I think I know just eno—oh my goodness!" Stiles yelled, interrupting himself as he ran to the light fixture that hung over the table. "That is disgusting! Look at the detail! I'm ashamed to be near it! I'll need to go out and get a new one—that is unacceptable."

Glenn shook his head and smiled to himself as he finished off the remainder of his their beer for the night; he had grabbed another one from the fridge as Stiles inspected the fixture. "If you would like to replace it you could Stiles." Glenn confirmed as he stared at the plain, rounded, plastic light fixture.

"I might just have to…" Stiles said, more to himself than to his father, before turning once again to him. "What was I saying? Oh, uh, how's this gonna work? I mean, it's only you and I? I can't very well turn to the Argents, they're hunters and they would kill me most likely—"Stiles shuddered at the thought of death before continuing, "—and the werewolves too, I'm not quite sure about them since Peter is the Alpha."

"There are werewolves in Beacon Hills?" Glenn asked, now interested. When he had said lycanthropy he was just saying it as an example, he never even thought that perhaps there were cases of lycanthropy so close to home. Come to think of it, it sure did explain a lot.

Stiles nodded, humming the confirmation. "Peter Hale, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes and Boyd Whatever-his-last-name-is, with Peter as the Alpha and Derek as second-in-command. The actual Alpha was actually Laura Hale, Derek's sister, but Peter—oh!" Stiles soon ran to the window on the kitchen, lifting the window up before sticking his head out of the window and sniffing loudly. "Do I smell woods? I think I smell woods. Are they my woods? Can I have it? Can I see it? Oh…" Stiles whined romantically before a slow rumbling sound, almost like a purr, came from his chest. Stiles hysterically flung his arms for a moment before he placed a still clawed hand on his chest. "That tickled."

Glenn couldn't help but laugh. He has heard stories at how easily distracted young sárkány were but he never expected it to be this bad. Then again Stiles did have ADHD and the sárkány can only partially take away medical conditions, its main focus on its beauty. Glenn then wonders if Stiles would still need his Adderall pills for when he truly can't seem to focus or sit still. "Yes that is your woods Stiles, and yes you can go see it."

Stiles laughed and Glenn's heart skipped a beat. Stiles' laugh was absolutely beautiful. Clear as a bell, hell a bell doesn't even begin to describe the laugh. It was like the perfect harp being gently strummed, like a melodious flute ringing softly through the silent air in a flowery garden, like just absolute perfection. "How long can I stay?"

The Sheriff looked at Stiles for a moment before sighing softly. "Stay until tomorrow night… I'll call the school tomorrow and say that you're sick or something. I want you to get familiar with your woods and let the inhabitants in there get comfortable with you. Just make sure to come home early tomorrow night to do homework and stuff…"

The teen giggled like a small child and moved to hug his father. "Thank you father." When Stiles pulled away after his father hugged him back, the emerald-teal part of his left eye was beginning to glow chartreuse. Stiles began to walk to the front door, pausing at the door when the Sheriff spoke to him.

"Why don't you run there? Have a feel for your new human form? Leave your things here so you don't accidentally lose them."

Stiles turned back and smiled at his father, his new beauty radiating. "That is a great idea dad." Stiles emptied his pockets and left, casting a 'goodbye' as the front door closed. Glenn stood in his spot in the hallway, staring at the door, his heart breaking for letting go of his only child but at the same time his heart soaring for his son was a sárkány, and that was the greatest honor any relation to it could ever experience.

-The Influence of One-

Stiles arrived at the edge of the reserve, panting more form adrenaline and excitement rather than being tired. He stared at the array of trees and leaves in the waning gibbous moonlight. He felt giddy, his heart beating faster, his stomach full of butterflies. He was jumping on his legs, his eyes moving quickly over the woods, taking it in. Stiles stepped forward when an owl called out loudly and flew out of the trees, wanting to get a closer look at the new sárkány. Stiles jumped after the owl, chasing it through the trees before it came to a small clearing between the trees. The owl landed on a low branch and stared at Stiles as he stared back. By this time Stiles' left eye was completely glowing with that chartreuse color and the glowing was slowly spreading to his right. Stiles moved in closer to the owl slowly, not wanting to alarm it—no her—with his closing proximity. "Hello, madam." Stiles spoke to the owl. The owl in turn called back a greeting and Stiles giggled, feeling shy and yet not really.

A snap of a twig sounded behind him and Stiles turned around quickly and saw a herd of deer staring at him in wonder. As soon as that happened it seemed that every animal in the woods was heading towards the small clearing for animals started to arrive, foxes, birds, squirrels, a few bears, raccoons, reptiles, all of them in one area, not even afraid of their predators or hunting their prey for all of them were looking onto Stiles with interest for they knew, they knew what he was.

Stiles was extremely shy now as he blushed under the increasing number of eyes. "Hello." He nearly stuttered. "I am your erdőben sárkány, this is my woods, and I vow to protect each and every one of you." Silently inside he cheered for having pronounced his breed correctly at first try.

The animals kept their distance but were becoming more accustomed to the sárkány's presence already. Stiles smiled at all of them, turning so he could see them all. "I must admit… I am a bit nervous." With that Stiles breathed in deeply for a calming breath when an interesting smell caught his nose. "What is that?" He suddenly asked a little bit loudly, surprising the animals. He feel to a crouch on the ground and sniffed the air deeply again. "What is that?" He asked again. A male deer, the leader of the herd, approached him bravely to question the sárkány's actions. "Do you smell that?" Stiles asked the deer, surprising him for the deer jumped backwards to put some distance between them. "Of course not—you're just a deer my senses are far more refined that yours will ever be." Stiles answered for the deer before literally placing his nose onto the dirt and sniffed loudly—the smell was coming from closer to the ground.

Stiles began to run again, this time on his fours, nearly gliding as he jumped-ran on his fours, the animals following behind him in interest and for some excitement. He periodically stopped to wait for the animals that were slower than him and to sniff the ground once more. Once most of them were close he began again, running through the trees until he finally found the source of the smell. He collapsed onto his side, half mooning a piece of earth that was beginning to be disturbed. Stiles gently, with blunt, white, human nails, began to move the earth and the leaves to reveal a good sized green bulb that will become a flower soon enough. Stiles gasped softly, the braver of the animals crowding around him, sniffing the air around the bulb. "Isn't it amazing?" Stiles asked them as he scooted closer as if he wanted to hug the bud. "It's far too early for flowers to come out, but because of me they will come sooner." He looked up at the deer leader. "The grass too, I will make sure of it. Your herd will no longer be hungry."

The deer looked stunned, he certainty never told the sárkány anything about his starving herd but let that pass, growing happier by the moment as he looked back down on the flower bud. The animals were making their respective noises, becoming excited to have their own early spring all thanks to their erdőben sárkány. Stiles remained there for a long time next to that sprouting flower, so long that soon most to all of the animals had left to continue their regular nighttime activities. Only the deer leader, a lot of the birds, the owl, and a few squirrels remained; the birds on the ground next to Stiles' legs, the squirrels climbing on his torso, the deer lying down beside his head and the owl on the other side of the flower on the ground. Stiles' eyes had mellowed out now, both eyes a fern green before the sárkány in him became restless.

Stiles stood slowly, waiting for the birds and squirrels to move away before standing completely. He stretched and looked down at the bud which, since he had been there, had grown a lot more to have a stem sprouting out of the ground. "This will be my flower." He said to no one in particular as he looked at the surrounding trees. He found a large pine tree and went to it, his claws extending as he clawed at the bark, marking the tree as his own. The animals that stayed crowded around him as Stiles suddenly jumped onto the tree, claws digging into the bark as he began to climb up like a salamander climbing up a vertical surface. The squirrels climbed the tree beside him, the birds and owl flew up higher with him as the deer stared up the tree in jealously for not being able to follow his new friend.

Stiles got almost to the top when he stopped and started to break the large branches with ease. The animals moved carefully, not wanting to interrupt the sárkány in his work. After minutes of work Stiles climbs up the tree some more to look down at his large nest, one that looked big enough to fit two horses in it with ease. Stiles shook his head. "It's not large enough but it'll have to do." Stile scanned the area, seeing that his tree was in fact the largest in the woods. "It's not like there's anywhere else."

The young sárkány continued his climb upwards until finally he reached the top, his legs wrapping around the tree top as his hands gripped the branches there, his arm straight to hold his body up there. The moon glowed behind him and Stiles looked out onto his woods, feeling pride suddenly bubble up in him. His woods were beautiful, and soon, they would be even more so. The birds flew around him as the squirrels took a seat beside him before soon getting bored and beginning their playtime. Stiles' eyes began to glow again and his arms began to shift into almost bird-like legs, his nails getting darker and his skin changing to that rough texture of birds' legs. Stiles raised his left arm up to inspect the change closely, watching in marvel as the shift only went up to his elbows.

Soon a smile crept onto his face, his inner sárkány glowing at how quickly the human had accepted the sárkány for him to start his shift so early.

Okay so not as cute as I had planned it to be (Stiles with the animals). In my head it was cuter but whatever. Use your imagination. I also couldn't put any Derek/Pack in this because this chapter turned out longer than expected. Oh well. The next chapter will definitely be Pack-centric starting off from the day Stiles missed school, to when Stiles goes back to school to something else that I will not even hint to because it is BIG! Well, at the very least I hope I get to fit it in next chapter… As for the change in nail color when Stiles was shifting, that will be explained later so don't ask me questions about that, anything else ask away.

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