Echo, Echo, is Anybody out There? To: Arrow Tanner ArrowTanner Subject:Help. Scott called me up and let me know that they found Stiles; Deaton had poisoned the Nogisune. Stiles himself told me what he was doing, why he would want to go to a mental instituion where the fox could easily come out, I have no idea. The ritual is tommorow night and I don't know what I'm going to do considering Derek isn't answering his phone. I feel so useless, always paranoid and there is nothing I can do about it. Isaac, well he's still in the hospital, all I can do is hope that something will change for the better. My visions have become more painful and my magic is completely gone, I'm sending this to you because I'm hoping that you'll finally reply. You told me once that you would do anything to help family, I'm hoping that you still mean that. I know that I need magic for the ritual and with mine completely gone, I was doomed from the start. There's no one else that has the same amount of magic as me, except for you. I guess it's a twin thing, just know that I'll still be your sister no matter what. -Luna I hit send and shut my laptop, sighing heavily before rolling from the living room to the kitchen where I tried to call Derek again. Once again, no reply. I never needed my brother so badly and there was a good chance he wouldn't reply in time. As far as I knew, he was still living it up in England with his fiancee. Kaxx, my oldest brother, last time I spoke to him he was in New York. My sisters fell off the grid a few years ago, Nadia in Italy and Brianna in Brazil. I never bothered to track down my parents, they were the ones who didn't want me around. Once in the kitchen, I opened the screen door and remembered the years I spent here, all eleven of them came crashing down on me. Playing lacrosse with Scott and Stiles, making braided flower crowns with Lydia, climbing the large white oak with Isaac, Danny and I swinging on the tire swing. A genuine smile made its way to my face and I plucked a four leaf clover from the grass. "For good luck," I whispered, remembering when Peter gave me my first clover in Beacon Hills. For once, Beacon Hills looked peaceful and normal, something that oddly enough I didn't like. The strange things that happen here are what draws me back, what makes it home. This probably just sounds like a load of gibberish, but I don't really know what else to say, I mean would you? Turning around, I went back into the house and began to watch T.V. at what point I fell asleep is a mystery, but when I woke up, it was almost nightfall the next day. "Shit, shit, shit," I mumbled, "This is bad, so bad." I went back into the kitched and called Derek again. Once again he didn't pick up and I left an angry message before calling Peter. He picked up on the first ring, "Hello?" "Where the hell is your nephew?" I practically yelled. "He's at the police station," he stated. "Seriously," I shrieked. "What's wrong?" Peter worried. "The ritual, it's tonight and if we don't get him out, I'm dead," I blurted out. "I'll pick you up and we can go down to the station," he stated. "Okay, but hurry," I rushed. He hung up and appeared at my front door moments later. We rushed back to his car, almost leaving my wheelchair behind. The moon was rising quickly and a pain began in my head, just as we pulled up to the station. Peter sent me in by myself upon my request and I wheeled into the station. Just as I entered the pain got to strong and I blacked out, tippng my wheelchair over in the process. There was no bright light, but it wasn't darkness either. It was like my eyes were open but with everyone that died added into what I could see.