The man wearing a black cloak waited for his servants to come back with good news. His face was hidden by his hood and his body by dark cloth. No one would recognize him even if that someone stood in front of him.

That was good. He had to keep his identity hidden.

At least for now.

Finally, his plans had taken a step further.

It would happen soon.

But he should not rush things. There was still a problem. Someone who was still standing in his way.

The boy.

Or how the stupid brotherhood called him; The Swords´ Master.

The man observed the green landscape of the woods below him, standing on a hill, only a tree by his side. The boy would die soon, leaving no one able to stop him. The prophecy of the oracle had not been fulfilled yet. There was still hope for the man.

But he had to be careful. Decades of planning would be ruined if he made one wrong decision. He had almost been caught a month ago. In one moment of foolishness, he had underestimated the seer´s abilities, believing no one would notice his little parasite in the boy´s brain. If he had had a few more nights, he would have succeeded. The boy would have died, if not in his sleep, from exhaustion.

But he shouldn´t stay caught up in the past.

Time advanced, just like his plans.

Hopefully, everything had happened as planned and there was no more life coursing through the boy´s veins.

A dark figure appeared in the skies, flying towards him. The man frowned. Why was it alone? There were supposed to be five of them carrying a dead body.

But the body wasn´t there.

The half-human, half-bird demon landed, and immediatly fell to its knees before him, its head humbly lowered.

"I see your kind has failed me once more" stated the man, letting contempt slide into his tone.

The harpy shook its head "He´s getting stronger" it answered "And he´s got those two masters by his side"

"Masters?!" asked the man furiously "Those are nothing more than children! You ought to have defeated them!"

The harpy shook its trembling head "I apologize, milord" it answered with frightened voice "We didn´t intend to disappoint you"

The man sighed "Stand and tell me what happened"

It did as told and got on its feet but its head stayed lowered. Looking the man in the eyes was something his servants knew to avoid.

"We surprised him as intended" explained the demon "But his abilities are greater than we thought, he killed two of us and his friends another two. I wanted to attack him, but, milord, he would have defeated me and I didn´t want to leave you without tidings"

The man´s body shook in anger "That´s all that mage´s fault, Cedric" said the man to himself, spitting the last word as if it were trash "He wanted to train the boy himself to keep his progress hidden, he knows I´m planning something"

"But, milord, how will you kill the boy?" asked the harpy.

The man laughed and looked up at the sky "I´ll try a different approach" he replied "We can´t assess the boy´s abilities but there´s one thing we still haven´t tried"

"What is it, milord? What can I do to help you?"

"Nothing" he answered "Your kind have disappointed me enough. I´ll take care of the boy myself"

Teen Wolf

Scott watched the dagger laying on the vet´s metallic table. Deaton had cleaned the blade with alcohol the moment Lydia had given it to him. He said the inscription could give them a hint regarding the owner.

But those three letters, BoP, had never been seen before by any member of the pack.

Malia had just ended telling the whole pack what the little boy had said. They all stood surrounding the table silently, the dagger in front of them.

"Lightnings came out of his hands?" asked Kira, breaking the silence "What if it´s some kind of kitsune? Like me?"

Liam slowly nodded "It makes sense, you´ve got a sword and the superhero a dagger, aside from the superpowers"

Lydia shook her head and curled a strand of hair around her finger "That´s a bollock dagger. They were used during the late middle ages in Europe, mostly England. Later, in Victorian times, it became known as kidney dagger, because of its shape. That´s not Japanese at all"

Everyone looked at her with wide eyes and open jaws. After a moment, Lydia noticed the silence and looked at the faces of her friends, completly indifferent and calm.

She shrugged "I read"

"That´s something!" suddenly said Scott as an idea came to his mind "That means it has to belong to a shapeshifter with European origins! We can start with that!"

"I don´t think we´re talking about a shapeshifter" interrupted Malia, making a step forward and taking the dagger in her hands "The kid didn´t say anything about glowing eyes or a change in the appearance of the hero"

"Then what is it?" asked Liam with crossed arms "It has to be something. And that something is able to stop the thing killing innocent people"

Liam was right. If what the boy had said was true, there was somebody able to kill that strange creature. This would take the investigation of the bodies far further. If they managed to find that person who could kill those kind of demons...

Demons.

Suddenly, Scott´s eyes widened "Demons and vampires!" he said, looking from one pack member to another, enlightened "Like Stiles said, that superhero was fighting a demon! And he is one of the people I heard Stiles talking about!"

Lydia gasped for air, also realizing something "That´s why the sheriff said he knew the superhero!"

"But why would Stiles know them?" asked Malia, playing with the dagger in her hands "Why should they come to him and not us? We are able to help, he´s not"

"Because they saved him!" replied Liam "Scott told us Stiles said they had saved his life! That´s how he met them!"

"But why should they stay in contact with him?" asked Malia again, not giving in "He can´t do anything to help, he´ll just…"

"What did the boy say?" suddenly interrupted Deaton, closing his forefinger and thumb around his chin thoughtfully "What did the superhero do? Exactly"

Malia looked at him surprised, just like the other members of the pack. They hadn´t noticed Deaton´s silence. But now, out of a sudden, they realized he hadn´t spoken for quite a while, being lost in thoughts.

Malia opened her mouth slowly "He… er..." she started "He raised his hand and the demon was thrown back and then… then he fought with the dagger and he got wounded but kept fighting… and then came the two lightnings out of his hands"

Deaton nodded, his brows furrowed. The whole pack knew he was thinking hard, looking for answers in the supernatural encyclopaedia that was his mind.

"Do you know what it was?" asked Scott slowly, daring to interrupt the vet´s thoughts.

Deaton looked at him "I´ve got an idea" he answered "Something Thalia mentioned once or twice but I can´t be entirely sure"

"What is it?" asked Malia brashly.

The doctor shook his head "I´m not sure" he replied "Thalia never explained anything. It´s some kind of human pack but they like to stay hidden. I honestly don´t know more than that"

"And they have superpowers?" questioned Liam surprised.

"I don´t know" repeated the veterinarian "Thalia said they had something, some kind of `gifts´ but nothing further"

"Kinda mysterious, these folks" commented Kira, looking down at her feet.

"They are" responded Deaton "I´ll have to call somebody to get extra information but I can´t make any promises"

Teen Wolf

Stiles clenched his teeth and tried to hold back the pain in his back.

"Almost done" spoke Eustace behind him "Man, these are some nasty cuts, how did you get them again?"

Arya, sitting on the lounger in front of the one Stiles sat, replied: "It was a harpy. It attacked him from the back"

Stiles felt the cold fingers of the healer rubbing some kind of ointment on his three gashes. It hurt each time the man touched his skin, no matter how lightly.

"Well, it´s nothing I can´t heal" said Eustace "Your bandage was pretty good, Quinn. Maybe you could come by and let me give you some lessons"

Quinn, standing next to the entrance with crossed arms, frowned "I´m not a healer"

"But you can learn some basics, nonetheless" replied Eustace "Make yourself usefull now; why don´t you get me some bandages from the cupboard over there?"

Quinn seemed a bit surprised. Stiles knew the boy was not particularly liked because of his constant science-loving comments. Having someone invite him to learn something new or simply being there and help was quite exciting for the boy.

Suddenly he realized that the pain was gone. Eustace wasn´t touching his wounds anymore. His back felt kind of numb, tingling. He tried to turn his head and see what the healer had done but the only thing he was able to see was his bare back covered in a greenish salve mixed with red. His blood.

"They always look worse than they really are" said Eustace, noticing Stiles´ surprised look.

"What is that?" asked Stiles, his eyes still on his back "I feel nothing. The pain´s gone"

Eustace chuckled "I´m a great healer, am I not?" he asked smiling "I made it myself, boy. I´ve also got my gifts"

Quinn finally came nearer, handing some white bandages over Stiles´ head to Eustace. The healer gave him a thankful nod and took them.

"Wait!" said suddenly Stiles, remembering how Melissa treated wounds like this "What about stiches?"

Arya smiled at him "Nah, we don´t need them. Eustace´s magic will heal you soon enough"

Stiles frowned, remembering the first time he had come to the barracks "That´s how you healed so quickly, right?" he asked Arya "When you appeared in front of my jeep and wanted me to bring you here"

"Right again, genius"

Eustace started to bandage him up, similar to the way Quinn had done it a few hours ago before they had hidden behind a car standing near the entrance of the shopping-centre. But Eustace´s bandage was far tighter and more comfortable. Stiles was also wearing no shirt now, compared to the jacket he had worn in the mall.

Finally, Eustace ended his job and made a step backwards, rubbing his hands together "Done" he said and came over in front of Stiles "In a week you´ll have no reminder of the wound, well, maybe scars, but almost invisible"

Stiles looked up at him "Thanks"

A wide smile spread across the man´s face "Glad I could help" replied Eustace "Now, I have to go get Cedric, I´m sure he is anxious to know what happened"

The healer walked to the exit of his tent but halted before exiting. He turned back and looked at the three teenagers "You should stay here for a while. Stiles needs some rest for the potion to take effect" he said and then looked directly at Stiles "Maybe you can stay here for the night. Just to make sure. Try to lay down on your stomach"

And with those words he left the tent. It was dark outside by now. Stiles had no idea what time it was but surely after 8 pm. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. After so many weeks of training, he had finally had his first battle. The first time he really had had the necessity to use his gifts. And he had done it. He had fought and killed two harpies (Quinn had told him everything about them by now) and he had saved a kid.

Suddenly something started to buzz in his pocket. He got the phone out of his pants, slowly, trying not to disturb his wounds and bandages. He looked at the screensaver.

His dad.

Stiles slid his thumb on the screen and brought the phone to his right ear. He felt Arya and Quinn´s stare on him, both masters knowing who was calling and expecting to hear some family quarrel.

"Hello?" asked Stiles on the phone.

"Please, tell me it wasn´t you at the mall" replied his father without greeting his son "Tell me you weren´t the alien the little boy keeps talking about"

"You want me to lie or…?"

The sheriff sighed frustrated "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" replied Stiles immediately "There was just this explosion and then that harpy was attacking the boy and Arya had given me a dagger and I couldn´t let the boy…"

"Wait, wait, wait" interrupted the sheriff "A harpy? A dagger? Stiles, you have a lot of explaining to do…"

"I know, dad, I know" he answered. Then he remembered Eustace´s words and mentally cursed the healer "Uhm…, listen dad…, I think maybe I should..., maybe ahm… stay here at Arya´s. I´ll come home first thing in the…"

"You just got some wounds treated, am I right?" asked the sheriff, his voice completely calm.

Stiles´ mouth hung open "Uh… Yeah… How… How do you know?"

"The little boy told me everything" replied his dad "He says you and your friends are superheroes"

"Well, seems like I don´t have to explain anymore. See? Everything fine"

His dad sighed on the end of the line "Is it bad?"

"Nah, just a scratch. Like a cat´s" he replied "Nothing to worry about"

"I´ll take a good look at it when you come home and decide myself" responded the sheriff "Be careful, son and stay out of trouble, at least for the night"

"Yeah, dad, no worry, I´ll manage to stay alive"

"Stay safe, son"

"Night, dad"

Stiles hung up and looked at Arya and Quinn. "I´m allowed to stay the night" he said "Wanna have a pyjama-party?"

Arya rolled her eyes "You need to sleep"

"But we can talk about our crushes and giggle"

"It´s not funny. You got injured, that´s no joke"

"You sound like my dad"

Quinn frowned and smiled "Not like your mum?"

Arya gave Quinn a reproaching look, clearly telling him to shut up. But the damage had already been done. Stiles eyes became dull and a blanket of sadness covered his features.

"My mum died when I was a kid" he said "She had dementia and, well, you know…"

"I´m really sorry Stiles, I didn´t mean to…"

"It wasn´t your fault" replied Stiles, shaking his head and forcing a smile "You didn´t know"

They stayed a few moments in silence, sitting in front of each other, no one daring to speak. Finally, Stiles looked up at Arya, determined to bring back the good mood.

"You never really explained why you scratched my jeep" he said.

Quinn looked at Arya and raised an eyebrow "I thought it only worked on humans"

"Cars work too" she answered smiling "I really didn´t know by then but…"

"What doesn´t work on humans?" interrupted Stiles "Scratching jeeps? Humans? No relation. Am I missing something?"

Arya shook her head "You remember my sword, Joyeuse, don´t you?" she asked. After Stiles nodded, she continued "It´s one of the four magical swords; Joyeuse, Curtana, Durendal and Excalibur. You´ve probably heard about them"

"Yes, no, no and yes" answered Stiles "But why only four? Is not every sword in this camp magical? What about Quinn´s sword?"

"It´s a normal sword" answered Quinn "But it becomes magical when I touch it"

Stiles eyes widened "The harpy said something like that" he told them "That I had to be touching the dagger to kill her"

"That´s right" replied Arya "Whenever you touch a sword it is able to penetrate the magic dimension. Energy then flows through the bade into your body, giving you speed and agility to fight. I´m sure you´ve felt it"

"Well…, yeah…, I thought it was adrenaline" answered Stiles thoughtfully "But, again; magical swords?"

Quinn took a deep breath "Those swords have magic on their own without needing a master" he told Stiles "Legend says they were forged with steel that came from the very heart of the continent Pangea. That gave them unique magical abilities, like Joyeuse glows whenever it is touched by a master"

"Joyeuse also establishes a kind of bond between the wielder and the person that has been wounded" added Arya "I tried the same technique with your jeep. By scratching it, I became able to feel where it is. That´s how I found you"

"You used a sword to stalk me?" asked Stiles smiling "Haven´t heard that one before"

"I didn´t stalk…" she trailed off, shaking her head before talking again "It is also said that there´s a small amount of that steel left, only enough to forge one more sword. But there´s only one person destined to have it and that´s a whole other story I´ll tell you some other time"

Stiles frowned "Where are the other swords?"

"They are inherited from father to son or daughter. We have no way of knowing which brotherhood-member in what part of the world they belong to" answered Quinn.

"But that means that you must have gotten your sword from your father" said Stiles looking at Arya "And he from his father, and then from her mother, and the…"

"Until you reach Charles the Great" interrupted Arya smiling "He was the first owner of the sword"

Stiles´eyes widened "Wow, you´re his… from… wow" he managed to get out "How should I call you; Arya the Great?"

But Arya the Great never had the chance to answer because in that moment a teen, maybe 16 or 17, entered the tent, looking down at his hand. He wasn´t wearing a robe or cloak like most members did in the camp. Instead, the black-haired boy had normal clothes on, just like Stiles.

"Eustace, my little sister tried to wield her knife again and…" he said, still looking at his hand, Stiles now noticed the drops of blood dripping from his palm.

But he shut up after looking up and seeing the three teenagers sitting alone in the tent. He looked around, seeking for Eustace, but the healer wasn´t there.

"Uh…, hi…" said the boy nervously "Is… is Eustace here? I didn´t mean to interrupt anything…"

"You didn´t!" said Quinn immediately, his eyes wide "We were just talking! You can come and sit with us…, only if you want of course…, and wait for Eustace, he just went to get Cedric because of the attack at the shopping-mall. Have you heard of it? It was a hydra, wait…, no…, a harpy, yes a harpy, well, five of them…"

Stiles looked at Arya and raised questioningly his eyebrows. Was Quinn nervous? He had never seen him like that, talking even faster than usual and mistaking words. Arya just smiled and shrugged lightly, only Stiles noticing. They both knew what was going on.

The boy smiled at Quinn "Great, I´ll wait for him"

Arya rapidly got on her feet and pointed towards the boy "Stiles, this is Benedict, son of Walter. And Benedict, this is Stiles, son of John"

Benedict looked at Stiles "Nice to meet you"

"Nice to meet you too" replied Stiles "You´re Walter´s son? Are you a psionic too?"

Just in the moment the last word left his mouth, he knew he had done something wrong. Arya shook her head lightly and formed indecsipherable words with her lips. Quinn played with his fingers, clearly more nervous. Benedict on the other hand, lowered his head again and, a sad smile drawn on his face, looked down at his wounded hand.

"Sadly, not" answered Benedict, still avoiding eye contact "For some reason I was born without a connection to the magical world and, well… I´m the only ungifted person here… so…"

Quinn quickly got on his feet "But I still think you´re great" he said. Then his eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. Blushing, the boy continued talking "I mean… WE think you´re great, right guys? Not me, me, but we. No, wait…! It´s… it´s not that I think you´re not great, I do. But not that kind of great, the other great…"

Benedict looked up and smiled at Quinn confused "Thanks?" He looked at Stiles and frowned "What happened to you?"

Stiles tried to shrug his shoulders but a wave of pain accompanied his moves. Clenching his teeth, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to stop. After a few seconds when the pain was gone, he looked at Benedict "A harpy attacked the shopping centre"

"And you tried to stop it?" asked Benedict, sitting down next to Quinn who had also let himself fall on the lounger behind him.

"Kind of" answered Stiles "I really wasn´t planning to fight it to death or something"

Benedict nodded slowly but didn´t reply. Stiles could guess that this was a quite uncomfortable topic for him, to talk about demons and fights when he wasn´t part of it. An awkward silence formed in the tent, no one really knowing what to say.

After a few minutes, Benedict got on his feet "I think I should go, Eustace has certainly important things to do and I can put a bandage on myself" he said, raising his hand a little to show them the wound "I better get going"

"I´m sure Eustace won´t mind…" started Quinn.

"No, really" interrupted Benedict "I should leave. But it was great talking to you and of course meeting you, Stiles"

He waved his unhurt hand quickly and headed towards the open curtains. Just like Eustace, he left the tent, leaving the three masters alone again.

Stiles looked at Quinn and smiled soarly "Sure you don´t want a pyjama-party to talk about our crushes?"

Quinn gave him a warning glare "Don´t even go there" he said "That´s none of your business"

Teen Wolf

Alan Deaton held his phone on his hand, the phone number already in his head ready to be dialled. But, starring at the screen, he doubted whether he was doing the right thing. He remembered Thalia´s words, so long ago, years before the fire.

"Our worlds can´t meet each other" she had said "We are too similar and yet too different. That would only cause war. And we wouldn´t win"

Deaton had trusted Thalia with his life. He had known the alpha always did the wisest and safest thing for her pack and had thus not spoken a word about the magical people. For years he had ignored them, almost forgetting their existence.

If he called the only person that knew something about them, he would risk to make the two separate worlds collide. Thalia had done everything in her power to avoid that, just like the leader of the other side at that time, Leobrick.

But this was an emergency. As Scott´s emissary it was his duty to do everything he could to help the pack.

The pack that was utterly lost and had no idea how to stop the killings. The pack that was slowly becoming unconfident and weak after not finding any answers for months.

He had to do it.

Besides, if Scott was right and Stiles really knew the magical people, the worlds had already met and it was just a matter of time for chaos to explode.

The veterinarian shook his head and pressed the numbers in his mobile until the phone number was complete. He pressed the green dial and brought the phone up to his ear.

Beep

He waited.

Beep

Finally, a female voice spoke in Spanish: "¿Halo? ¿Quién habla? ¿Qué quieres?"

Deaton sighed. He could only hope he wasn´t making a big mistake.

"Cora Hale? Here´s Alan Deaton" he said "I need to talk to Derek"


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