Here comes the epilogue (part 1)! It's gonna be awesome! Especially the end! I love the ending (of part2? Maybe 3?)! Oh, I just can't wait!

*The Future of the Sárkány*

"This is a predicament."

"It's obviously another trap."

"I can't be. It was sent by the Council… they have only the King's interest at heart."

"But remember what happened to His Majesty fifteen years ago, he was ambushed and nearly killed."

"Yes but that was not in the presence of so many of his followers. Even if the former king were to try anything, he would have to get through literally a whole castle worth of supporters."

"What if he still has some of his own followers? It is possible."

"True as that may be, I still intend to go. It is my duty as the King of All Supernaturals."

"And I'll go with him to make sure he's safe."

"Derek, you can't possible go?"

"And why not? He is my mate."

"Your Majesty… it's a danger to his life."

"I've been through worse. Need I remind you about my fight to become Alpha."

"Yes, but we're not talking about a werewolf Alpha here, Derek, we're talking about a—"

At that moment the twin doors opened and Brooke Mabels walked through the door. She had aged quite well over the years, due to her elfin blood, and grew only prettier, her skin still resembling that of fifteen years ago but she did move a bit slower than before, seeing as she was now nearing forty. "Your Majesty, I hate to interrupt but… she's at it again."

Stiles sighed and rubbed his head. Over the years the boy—then man—grew a bit taller and his beauty only increased. He did not look at all like a thirty-two year old but instead like a twenty-five year old, which compared to his mate who was also nearing his fortieth birthday who, as werewolves usually run, didn't look quite his age but he did look a lot older than his younger mate. Derek too sighed and looked at the others in the room, Arella Morrell (now a Mrs. Morrell ever since she married Dr. Deaton ten years ago, though she kept her last name), Lydia Martin, now married to Jackson Whittemore and still stunning as ever, though as a lawyer some stress lines appeared on her face, and of course Genim "Stiles" Stilinski, reigning erdőben sárkány of Beacon Hills and King of All Supernaturals. The king rose and excused himself from the familiar conference room in the Hilton hotel, tossing a 'Wait for me, I'll be back soon,' as he left the room.

"She's been acting out more often lately." Lydia commented as she ran a hand through her hair.

"It's the rebellion phase." Derek stated as he crossed his arms over his chest. "She got it from me since I was rebellious at age fifteen too."

"At least she listens to Stiles." Arella mentioned as she sat down, she tired from standing. "It seems he's the only one who can really get to her."

"Must be a shame for you Derek." Brooke grinned at him. "Seeing as you are the girl's father."

Derek sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He can still remember that conversation from years ago about the need for Stiles to produce an heir. Though as farfetched as it sounds… turns out that male sárkány can actually give birth… with a little help from their confidant of course.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

Fifteen years ago… Beacon Hills, April, 2013.

"You have got to be fucking me." Derek cursed as he, Glenn Stilinski, Ms. Morrell and Stiles sat in the conference room, the males all standing before Arella (except for Stiles who was sitting at his usual seat, listening to his confidant with the utmost attention).

"No I am not." Arella said seriously, her eyes boring into the new Alpha. It had only been two weeks since Derek won the fight against his uncle, Peter Hale, and killed him, thus becoming the Alpha of the Beacon Hills werewolf pack as well as Stiles' one true Destined and mate. The confidant deposited some scrolls on the table, leaving the book she had in her right hand in its current position to wave it around, as if to emphasize her words. "Stiles needs to have an heir, for multiple reasons. Not only is he one of the last remaining lines of the erdőben sárkány gene, but he is the legendary sárkány that will one day—possibly—rise above Atalik. The lineage needs to continue with him."

At the mention of his ancestor's name Stiles flinched. The memories of that one night still haunt his dreams, in both good and bad ways. As he, a direct connection to the first sárkány of all time, he felt a growing need to continue the bloodline. It's been like this since he and Derek consummated their union not three days after the battle for him was over (when Derek was fully healed). "But my son is a guy." Glenn stated the obvious. "He can't possibly give birth—even as the sárkány."

"That is where you are wrong." Arella stated as she dug into her purse, which she had set in a chair, a pulled out the jar with the clear jell. "This jell has been handed down to all the confidants that were trained to be a sárkány's… this has proprieties, which combined with His Highness' magic, can temporarily give him the reproductive organs of a female." She received blank stares (all except from Stiles who was now really intrigued). She sighed and continued. "He'll get a womb and whatnot and when he gives birth, it will either just fall out during birth or be absorbed into his body as nutrients." Glenn and Derek both groaned in disgust and Stiles just raised a brow. "If you want I have scrolls which offer more detailed—"

"No thanks." The Alpha and the Sheriff simultaneously spoke.

"I'll read it." Stiles said instead as he reached for the scrolls and gently unrolled them, reading the ancient scrawl easily since it was written in Hungarian. "Hm. Guess it'll fall out only if I remain a sárkány during the pregnancy."

Arella nodded and with a sigh added… "Yes, something about birthing an egg instead of a live baby and it just kind of… slips out."

Again the two standing males groaned and Stiles nodded. "And it takes less time for the gestation period… am I reading two months? Max?"

"Yes you are."

There was a few moments of silence as Stiles continued reading before suddenly blushing a beat red and throwing the scroll away. "Oh that is… oh-kay…"

"What?" Derek asked, looking between his mate and the scroll that was 'hot potato-ed' away. "What was it?"

Stiles chuckled and rolled his shoulders. "I really don't want to say it in front of my dad…"

"Just go ahead and say it Stiles." Glenn said waving his hand in defeat. "I'm bound to hear worse things."

"Alright…" Stiles sing-sang out, chuckling a little afterword. "The jell needs to be thought of as a lubricator and be introduced into my body through sex."

"…"

Arella only began to giggle. "You said that so seriously…" She muttered as she rubbed a hand down her face to try and push away the blush rising to her cheeks.

"Ah hell no." Glenn said immediately. "Who cares if he needs and heir—no way in hell am I going through with this." Derek began to nod, secretly fearful of this whole heir business when suddenly…

"I'm gonna do it. And I'm going to do it now as the sárkány so then that way I can have my child by this summer."

"What?!" The human and the werewolf sounded.

Stiles stood and took the jell from Arella. "Are you sure about this Stiles? I mean you have time, you can wait."

"No I don't think I can." Stiles said to her, ignoring the two men behind him who were tugging on his arms to get his attention. "I've been having this gnawing at my soul to produce an heir…" He swallowed. "Partially because I… I'm have the direct bloodline to Atalik himself."

There was a pause in all movement. "… What?!"

And that was how they discovered Stiles' true lineage.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

"Stiles… I…" Derek sighed shakily, his hand combing through his hair. "I know you really want to do this but… I don't think I'm ready to be a father—I'm not even sure I'm mentally stable with the idea of you giving birth. I mean… will I be a good enough father? My family experience as of late hasn't been exactly all golden. How am I supposed to raise a child when I—"

"Derek." Stiles said his name softly, he wrapping his arms around the bigger build male, stretching his neck to rest on his shoulder. "You have to trust me. I know you'll be a great father, you wanna know why I know this?"

"…Why?"

"Because you have always protected me, even before I was the erdőben sárkány." Stiles released Derek and the older male turned around to face him. "You will protect out child as well as you have protected me—even more so because of your family, because you won't allow the same thing to happen twice, not to me, and definitely not to our precious child." Stiles smiled and raised a hand to press it against the werewolf's scruffy chin. "I just really want this Derek. I can't tell you how many sleepless nights I've had since I found out my true self…" Stiles sighed and pressed his head against Derek's collarbone, closing his eyes gently as the hand on his chin slipped down to rest on his chest. "This is the only thing I'll ever beg you for… please…"

Derek closed his eyes and listened to Stiles' heartbeat which started to beat rapidly as his broken heart (broken due to the fact that he really wanted a child and Derek was refusing him) began to break more with his begging, causing tears to spill from the sárkány's eyes. "Stiles…" Derek cooed pulling him away to see his face and look into those partial heterochromia eyes. "You don't have to beg for it… I was going to do it anyways for, believe it or not, I do want to spoil you rotten and give you everything you'll ever ask from me." Stiles smiled and it seemed to say 'I'll enjoy being spoiled.' Derek smiled fondly in return and kissed the younger's forehead. "Just look around… I've already made sure there was a home for us… and for as many children as you could ever ask for." Inside the Hale Manor, despite it still needing some work done, Derek's room (the room they were in now) was fully finished and furnished. It was originally supposed to be Peter's room but he died (of course).

"Derek." Stiles mused, his voice filled with love.

Derek's lips closed upon Stiles' in that instant. They moved slowly and passionately, as if the werewolf wanted to make this a memorable moment—and he did, if only for his true mate. Derek's hands wrapped around Stiles' body gently as the teen's hands clutched at the back of Derek's neck. Derek licked Stiles' lips slowly, asking for an entrance which Stiles happily gave. Moist tongue invaded into the teen's mouth and danced around with the younger's own tongue. Stiles at that moment dug his hands into the werewolf's open jacket and pushed the jacket off his body, Derek having to move his arms back so that Stiles could remove the article of clothing. When Derek's hands returned to Stiles' body they immediately slipped under the teen's shirt and moved up that warm, smooth skin, then back down, his hands wandering all over from the front to the back and then to the front. Stiles whimpered into their kiss, which was still unbroken from when Derek first initiated it. Stiles was beginning to be led back to the bed in which at that moment Stiles broke the kiss.

"Wait." The sárkány said as he went to the dresser, grab the jar and moved it to the bedside table before returning back into Derek's arms. "For easier access."

Derek chuckled and kissed his mate again, this time he successfully pushing down the younger male onto the bed. The two broke the kiss to crawl up the bed, both males stripping off their shirts and tossing it somewhere in the room. Lips joined together once more, tongue vying for dominance in Stiles' mouth. Together the two opened their eyes and Derek stared right into a pair of chartreuse eyes, eyes that made his inner wolf howl out in want. The Alpha's eyes shifted red and attacked the sárkány's neck, nipping at the skin slightly from the ear lobe down to the shoulder, each nip emitting a moan from Stiles. Derek's hand dragged itself up from the teen's waistband to a pink nipple, fondling the bud until it became hard, pinching and rubbing it repeatedly. Derek then licked a wet train down from Stiles' shoulder to the other rosy bud, taking it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it fondly. Stiles arched his back and moaned Derek's name, his hands wrapping around the werewolf's back, nails dragging up his back until they reached the hairline where the scalp there was massaged deeply.

A lusty growl came out from the Alpha as all at once he pulled away from his mate, said mate whimpering at the loss of contact. Derek worked at the teen's pants quickly, pulling the pants plus his underwear down to his feet where there he pulled off the shoes and socks, tossing everything on the floor behind him. "Stiles…" Derek growled as his mouth surrounded the younger's shaft.

Stiles moaned and his hands dug into the sheets beside him. Stiles continued to moan as the werewolf treated his member, licking up and down the vein there, sucking on the tip and licking the pre-come off every once in a while. "Derek… please!"

The Alpha continued to suck on Stiles until the teen came roughly into his mouth, the Alpha swallowing the juices easily. "Stiles… taste yourself." Derek groaned as he once again attacked the sárkány's mouth.

Stiles didn't know how, but somehow, tasting his own come on his mate's mouth and tongue, he became more aroused than before, his member slowly springing back to life. "Derek." Stiles called to him. "Take me." Stiles commanded, his sárkány coming out at those chartreuse eyes stared holes at the Alpha.

"Don't have to tell me twice…" Derek muttered as he began to work on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. The sárkány squirmed in anticipation and while waiting impatiently grabbed the jar and opened it just in time for Derek to completely strip himself and dip his fingers in the jell. Giving a shrug he thought to himself… He said to think of it as lube…

With that in mind he pressed two fingers into Stiles' entrance, the teen groaning from a combination of pain and pleasure. Derek began to scissor the area, stretching it in preparation for a very erect and eager member. He added a third finger in, stretching his mate fully before removing his fingers to dip his hand again in the jar, but was stopped when Stiles' hand went into the jar instead. Speechless, Derek watched as Stiles' hand creeped downward, eventually wrapping around Derek. Derek groaned in pleasure as Stiles' hand moved up and down his shaft, lubricating the organ as he did so. Derek pressed his mouth against Stiles' mouth as his hand worked its magic down below him. It soon became the time that Derek couldn't handle it any longer so he pulled Stiles' hand away and pulled it up above the younger's head, holding it there against a pillow. The Alpha pressed his tip against the sárkány's pink and welcoming entrance and slowly pushed its way in. Stiles arched his back again and groaned loudly, his body falling back to the bed with a soft thud. The werewolf groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper into his mate, stopping once he was fully taken in by Stiles.

Giving the younger a bit of time to adjust to the invasion, Derek raped Stiles' mouth with his tongue once more, in hopes to distract the teen from the pain of being entered by a lust filled werewolf. When the kiss broke Stiles nodded with a love filled sigh, signaling that he was ready for Derek to move. The werewolf was more than happy to oblige as he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into the teen's body repeatedly. The bed creaked as Derek's movements became faster and harder, Stiles beginning to thrust his own hips upwards in time to each of Derek's thrusts. The room was filled with sounds of pants and moans as their lovemaking continued, the bed now banging against the wall in time with the thrusts. Before either of them knew it, Stiles came between them, his come splattering on both of their bodies and moments later Derek came inside of Stiles before collapsing on the teen.

The two remained there in bed, lying together, frozen in their current positions, as they tried to catch their breath and regain their strength. After a few minutes Stiles chuckled, mostly to himself, as he looked at Derek who had lifted his head to look back at him, both of their eyes back to normal. "So…" Stiles mused softly. "Want to do it again?"

Derek growled in response and began the process all over again.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

Two months later… the woods, June, 2013.

Derek was looking up the tallest tree in the woods, he along with the whole gang, all of them surrounding the base of the tree as they looked up through the branches to see the faint outline of possibly one of the largest nests one will ever see. Over the past two months Stiles had been in his sárkány form, his excuse for school being that he was being homeschooled now—which by this point was absolutely right. Like before when he and Derek compromised the Destiny when Peter was still alive, Ms. Morrell took the work from school for Stiles but this time she stacked it on the teen's desk at home and now a whole two weeks' worth of schoolwork was left on the desk. And what was worse yet that it was already the end of the year and most likely Stiles would have a hard time starting school up again since he missed so much but no one was worried for Stiles was actually pretty smart… when he wanted to be. In fact it was Stiles that created the back story for their child…

"We're going to have to come out at some point that we're dating anyways Derek. I mean really… we're not gonna be able to keep this a secret—I mean we'll have a kid. Just say that you and I have been dating for a while (longer than we actually have) and that we mutually wanted to adopt a child and raise him or her together so viola—one child with both out last names: Stilinski-Hale."

Derek tapped his foot on the ground and by his leg stood a maturing Aspen, whose spots were slowly starting to disappear and the first signs of antlers were beginning to spout on his head. Thanks to the sárkány, animals in the woods would begin to mature faster as time goes on—especially when he becomes king for that's when his power truly comes to him. "I can't tell what's happening up there."

"Don't worry Derek." Arella said. "Sárkány have been giving birth—though not as much as other species—for centuries and all the information of the birthing process gets passed down through them via their blood—or however it works… His Highness still refuses to tell me how it works."

"Same here." The Sheriff stated softly, his nerves increasing as the silent minutes ticked by.

"Either way…" Arella sighed out. "It'll still take one week for the egg to hatch, at best, so we have time."

"And then Stiles will have a shit load of work to do." Jackson said as he crossed his arms.

"That is if we can pull him away from his child long enough to sit down and do it." Lydia said softly. "Sárkány are very protective of their children, to the point where they would die for them, and sárkány only die for two reasons—their territory and their child. Not even their mate is of value to them. Though maybe in this case it might be since Stiles' mate is in fact his true mate as well. It's so rare for true mates of sárkány to actually be Destined for them as well that we'll just have to wait and see. Then again… Derek did have to kill his uncle to become Stiles' Destined but that's all water under the bridge." When Lydia finished her little monologue she looked around to see eyes all staring back at her. "What? Unlike some people I actually study about him. I'm a confidant in training… it's my job."

"And you're doing a fine job about it, Lydia." Arella commented. She looked up and shrugged her shoulders. "Well… see you guys in a week."

"What?" Derek asked, shocked that Stiles' confidant was just leaving. "What about Stiles?"

"He'll be fine. See you in a week." She repeated as he treaded away from the group.

"She really is a bitch." Alan Deaton cursed her out as he shook his head. "I wouldn't leave my clients in a time of need like this." As he spoke the rest of the group was leaving, even Scott and Allison. "Where are you guys going?"

"Home." Some replied.

Derek groaned and moved towards the tree, placing his back against the bark and falling to the ground. Aspen immediately went over and crawled into his lap and like the good mate that he was; Derek put his hand on the fawn's back and began petting it, he long since accepting the orphan fawn as his illegitimate son. Glenn looked down towards his son-in-law (?). "Don't worry Derek… I'm sure he's fine… even though I too am worried like hell." Derek nodded in response and watched as the Sheriff and the vet left the location together.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

One week later…

Derek was in his house, going over the finishing touched of his now newly, and completely, renovated home. He was anxious to have Stiles and their child in his home. It'll be like having a family again (since Stiles had already decided that he was going to move out and move in with Derek, much to Glenn's despair, but Derek offered the older man a room in his home but the Sheriff turned him down, muttering something about newlyweds and privacy). The Alpha sat on the stairs, staring at the front foyer in anticipation. Was he truly ready for this? To be a father to this child who he didn't even know the gender to? When he did the nursery he literally did everything in neutral colors and all the presents that he received for the baby were all neutral as well—a series of purples and greens and browns… it was insane. Derek sighed and hoped that Stiles had noticed the set of clothing he had left at the base of his tree—he really didn't want his mate wandering around the woods stark naked holding an equally bare baby (so he left a newborn onesie there too).

Suddenly the door opened and Derek sprung to his feet and went into the foyer, entering it when Stiles (clothed) closed the door, his back turned to his true mate. "Stiles?" Derek called to him softly, slowly closing the distance between them.

"Girl." Stiles muttered as he turned a big goofy grin on his face. "It's a girl Derek."

Derek panted in amusement once and looked down at the little girl in her mother's (?) arms, wearing a cute green onesie with branches and foliage on it. "She's beautiful." Derek mused as he closed the gap between them and placed a hand on his newborn daughter's head.

Stiles wordlessly handed her over to the Alpha and the werewolf held her gently, rocking the already asleep baby in his arms. "She came out as a human…" Stiles mused. "I thought she was gonna turn out like her creature form but… nope. Human. Totally human."

"You're not upset about that, right?" Derek asked, looking up from his daughter to peer at his mate who was looking only at the bundle of joy in his arms.

"No. In fact I was hoping for a girl." Derek tilted his head silently in inquiry. Stiles lifted his head and looked at the Alpha in the eyes. "Her name is Mira… Mira Stilinski-Hale." Tears fell from the sárkány's eyes as he began to laugh to himself. Derek pressed his body against his mate, wordlessly trying to calm those tears away… but those tears weren't of sadness… they were of joy.

Their daughter was born on the night of a new moon.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

Fifteen years later…

"Mira Stilinski-Hale! If you don't come out of that tree this instant!" Stiles scolded his rebellious teenage daughter as he stood at the base of this pine tree, staring up at a shadow in the branches. The branches rustled as the form moved higher up the tree. "Mira, so help me, if you don't come down from there right this instant!" The form only moved higher. Stiles groaned and heard a twig snap. Turning his head he noticed an aged Aspen, antlers full and large come into view, his recent son trailing behind him. It was his third and he was already a grandfather of a now adult doe and buck. "Hello Aspen, my boy. What caused her to react so rashly this time?" The deer mewled and shook his head. His signal for he wasn't quite sure. Stiles sighed again. "She leaves me no choice…" Focusing back on the tree's upper limbs he yelled… "Mira! I'm going to count to three, and if you come down here by that time…" With a groan he finished… "…You will… get to go with Hungary with me."

In an instant some branches snapped and the shadow figure quickly descended down the tree. Stiles walked backwards away from the base of his tree and watched as soon his daughter landed on all fours on the ground in her creature form. She looked up at him, her violet eyes staring down at her father. She was unlike any other creature ever seen before. She looked much like a wolf—like an actual legit wolf—but she was sleek like a sárkány, in fact instead of a bushy tail like most wolves, she had a long, curling tail that much resembled a sárkány, tuffs of flowing hair going from the tip of her tail, down her spine (where the hair was at its longest) and to the back of her head as well as on all four of her elbows. Her coloring was like a brown-grey with a slight tint of purple when the sun hits it the right way, her hair long her body being more grey-ish green and of course four black clawed toes on each wolf paw.

She shifted before him, totally unabashed that her papa could see her tattered pink and frilly bra and underwear set (it was decided that the words 'papa' and 'apa', father in Hungarian, would be used for Stiles and 'dad', 'daddy' and 'father' be used for Derek). In her human form she came at a short four feet ten inches, but she was still a growing girl. She had fair skin—Derek's skin tone—dark brown (almost black), shoulder blade length hair and deep hazel colored eyes, naturally pink lips and a soft blush on her cheeks. All in all Mira Stilinski-Hale was the astute definition of a perfect combination between both of her parents—both creature and human wise. "Really, papa?" She asked him excitedly, her voice clear and smooth like a Disney princess'. "You'll take me to Hungary?"

"Yes. I've been called to attend a gala in my honor in Hungary… curtsey of the old King of All Supernaturals."

She gasped and ran up to him. "No! You're joking!"

"I'm not." Stiles said, every movement of his currently in his serious kingly mode. "He has requested only my presence but I might end up bringing along your father… and now apparently you."

She squealed softly in excitement. "Oh, thank you papa! It's my first big gala as Princess of All Supernaturals after all!"

Stiles shook his head with a sigh. "But I will only take you if you act accordingly Mira. If you act up in any way shape or form until it is time for us to leave in two weeks you can stay here in California."

She straightened her back and raised a hand. "Girl Scout's honor, papa. You can count on me."

"I'm sure." Stiles said with some doubt. His daughter was uncontrollable at times. Though she did have some promise to become his successor for the throne and become Queen, he had his doubt sometimes, especially when she acts up against her parents and elders. Smiling then he added… "You know, I'm only considering you going because it is the summer and I heard from your teachers that you did an excellent job on your finals."

Mira giggled. "Of course, papa."

"Come on then. Say goodbye to Aspen and his son."

"Goodbye brother… nephew."

"Let's stop by the nest first and get you some clothes to wear first."

"That… would probably be a good idea."

*The Future of the Sárkány*

Two weeks later… on a plane to Budapest, Hungary.

Mira leaned over her father and looked at Stiles with a twinkle in her eye. "Told you that you could count on me." With that she looked back out the window with another giggle. Derek and Stiles glanced at each other and smiled. Their daughter sure was a hoot—like her papa. "Hey you know what I just realized? Apa is literally just papa without the first 'p'! That is insane! Don't you think it's insane? Man I'm so excited! This is so much cooler than going to stay a week in my friend's parents' beach house!"

Stiles nodded. "Yes it is, but remember, once we touch down in Hungary you must act on your very best behavior. You're not only representing yourself but me as well. Try to act like the Princess of All Supernaturals and remember your training."

"Yes sir."

"And remember," Derek began, "this is not a vacation but a diplomatic trip. It's going to be dangerous, seeing as the ex-King is still very much enraged with Stiles just taking his crown away."

"But it was rightfully papa's."

"Yes." Stiles agreed simply. "But their kind is very hot tempered. I should now… no soul should ever have to live with the markings of a dragon's anger."

With that the air saddened and for the next hour the family of three remained silent. After their two hour layaway and the plane transfer, all became right again as the three conversed together like a regular family and not a family of royal supernatural beings.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

They arrived in Budapest at nearly six fifteen at night and after collecting their luggage they were met with a familiar face. "Aunt Rozsa!" Mira sounded as she quickly ran to the centaur.

The woman laughed and opened her arms to receive a hug from the teenage girl. Since Rozsa Kuruk was closer to age to Stiles, and not to mention that they were really close, the girl just always called the centaur aunt—it used to be auntie but she outgrew that. The woman still had long flowing blonde locks but she now looked more like a mature, business woman of some big firm than a guardian. She tended to wore more suits nowadays, her current ensemble being a matching blue stripped skirt and dress jacket, plain white undershirt and black pumps. "Mira, really, you should act more refined." The guardian spoke as she hugged the girl.

Stiles and Derek reached the two then, the adults shaking hands with each other in greeting. "Long time no see Rozsa." Stiles said.

"It has been a long time… now come along. We have an almost two hour ride to Tihany before us."

*The Future of the Sárkány*

"Wow, Hungary is so beautiful!" Mira mused as she looked out the window of Rozsa's SUV. "I think I'm in love with this country!"

"I wouldn't doubt it." Rozsa said chuckling as she glanced in the rearview mirror to look at Mira who was sitting beside her father (Stiles sat in the passenger seat). "It is in your blood after all since this is you're papa's homeland."

Stiles chuckled then. "I was neither born or raised here… this isn't my homeland."

"Being the sárkány is basis for Hungary being your homeland, Your Majesty." Rozsa stated. "Even more so since you are the direct descendant of Atalik."

Stiles only hummed in agreement. They had entered the town of Tihany a while ago and were making their way to one of the back roads that would lead to their final destination. When the back road suddenly turned from a paved one to a dirt one Mira jumped up in her seat. "A dirt road? Are we lost?"

"No, we're not." The centaur established. "I know exactly where we are going… no fear." Minutes passed as Rozsa turned from onto the main dirt path to another one, one that had huge gates, a weird mix for the gates were so extravagant to such a dirt path. There was shrubbery and fields of crops on both side of the road and up ahead was a sharp left turn when before reaching that bend Rozsa spoke up again. "Your Majesty, Your Highness… Derek." She glanced in the rear view mirror to meet eyes with the werewolf. "Welcome to you Hungarian home…" Turning around the bend Mira gasped and took of her seat belt so that she could look over the middle console. "Welcome to Tihany Castle (1)."

The castle was an old brick castle, tan colored mostly save for a few spots of darker grays and blacks where the weather had affected that area more. It looked like a typical European castle, large with the roof being pretty basic and slate in color. It was typically three stories all the way around (it was shaped like an 'L' with an additional leg on top of the 'L' but going in the opposite direction). Two identical bell towers (located at the end of one of the lengths of the castle) were two floors higher than the rest of the castle, both nearly next to each other but obviously within the same hall inside the castle. As they approached the castle the front part of the castle was revealed to be at one of the ninety degree turns in the castle (the one closest to the bell towers), this turn being larger and built out like a square knob. There were countless windows along the castle and in the back of the castle showed signs of a massive garden for faintly one could see a large white greenhouse. Trees in full bloom bordered the castle and decorated it, along with numerous green shrubberies.

The dirt path turned to a cobblestone one and spit off in two directions to create a circle driveway to the front entrance. Since it was so late at night (nearing eight o'clock), there was no one there to welcome them at the steps but still… looking once more at Mira through the review mirror she told her… "Don't get out immediately Mira. I will come out first and open the door to your papa where there he will come out, Derek following. Don't open your own door, wait for your father."

"Why?" Mira asked as she sat back down in the backseat. Not that she really minded, Derek used to open her door for her all the time when she was little, calling her his little princess all the time. "There's no one here to see us."

"It's customary for the royal family to be treated in such a manner, even when there is no one there.." With that the SUV came to a stop before an ostentatious entrance with a large staircase leading up to the massive arc that was the beginning for the awning of a pair of equally massive front, bronze colored maple doors. Turning off the SUV Rozsa unbuckled her seatbelt and exited the vehicle, closing the door behind her. She circled round the front of the vehicle and opened her passenger door with her right, she placed her left on her chest and bowed at the waist, closing her eyes shut as the door was pulled open all the way in a slow manner. "Your Majesty…"

Stiles took over from there, removing his seatbelt and stepping out of the car just as slowly. When his foot touched down on the ground the energy of the land charged into him. Getting out of the vehicle completely, eyes closed, he the epitome of royal suavity, he acting as if there were in fact a crowd. Mira watched through the tinted windows of the SUV as her papa raised his head and opened his eyes, she faintly seeing the chartreuse glow from them from her angle, she was so engrossed with it all she didn't even notice that Derek had gotten out of the car and was now circling the back of the car to her door. The moment the sárkány opened his eyes the trees' leaves seemed to brighten, the shrubs became greener and healthier and wild flowers, mixed in with some of the erdőben sárkány's very own flower, bloomed in every spot of green grass.

Derek opened the door then and reached with his hand into the car, his palm up as he waited for his daughter to put her hand in his. Mira snapped out of it then and placed her hand in the Alpha's, being pulled out of the car just as servants were arriving to help them with their bags… from here on out they were not to lift a single finger unless the three said otherwise.

*The Future of the Sárkány*

The next night was the night of the gala in honor for the king (and doubled as a Hungarian cultural festival or at least the end of it for the supernatural beings and their families). Derek stood in one corner of his and his mate's grand suite (their daughter had her own room next door to them, also a full suit), as he tied his tie. Stiles watched him through the mirror with a smile. He was, as usual, all done and finished with his outfit. The sárkány wore a brown striped suit, with a slim fit, light red tie and his family cloak, the red hooded, green leaf pattern embellished cloak resting upon his shoulders. Derek wearing black stripe peaked suit, another slim fitted one, with a light blue and white striped tie. Stiles chuckled softly to himself and ran his fingers through his freshly jelled hair. "Derek, do you fear these things? These galas and such I mean."

The Alpha turned towards him, his eyes scanning the figure of his true mate who was currently preoccupied with his appearance in the mirror—that's the erdőben sárkány for you. Derek shook his head the added… "I don't fear the actually events… I fear for your safety. Stiles, not only are you a rare creature and a king, you are still my mate—and I think of you as my mate above all else."

Stiles looked at the werewolf I the mirror before turning partially in his chair towards him. "I see. Then my other question would be do you ever regret being with me?"

Derek's eyes widened faintly and he quickly trumped over there to his mate, standing before him and a slightly bent angle, his hands flying to cup Stiles' face. "I would never regret being with you Stiles. How could you ask that?"

"To be with me you had to kill the last member of your family." He responded directly, so much so that it shocked Derek for a few seconds. "Of course now you have another blood relative but you have no significance compared to me, your own daughter is viewed as more important as you, and like you I think 'mate' before all else when it comes to you. It down right pisses me off sometimes. Without you there would be no her, do you understand me?" At that moment he stood, nearly knocking over the Alpha if it wasn't for his fast reflexes. "I mean for once I would like to hear you addressed as… oh, I don't know… the consort of the king not 'the mate of His Majesty,' I mean it really isn't a big difference but the way they say that is just so… condescending like it would hurt them to actually give you a rank!"

Derek chuckled and quickly collected his ranting mate in his arms. "Stiles, really, I'm fine with just being called your mate. Hell I'm happy that they call me your mate, I almost wasn't because of that guy… and sure I killed him but you're right when you say I have my own blood relative, but being honest with you, I've always considered you as a member of my family. And what's more, my pack is my family too, as is your woods family the deer clan. Stiles… I—"

The door swung open quickly and in walked in their daughter, all smiles. "Hey papa, daddy. Check me out!" Stiles and Derek separated slightly yet still keeping in contact with their arms. Their daughter spun around once, her ankle length dress twirling around her. The dress itself was a strapless, tan colored one, with the torso having the embellishment of dark brown flowers, branches and long grass. From the waist satin leaves on fabric branches popped out from the dress and coming down to mid-thigh on her right side and white beading came down in a curled over curtain pattern down to almost the bottom of the dress on the same side. A matching see-through scarf (white with tan colored leaves) hung around her shoulders and dangled on her arms which were gloved with white mid-bicep gloves. For shoes, white sparkled heals and for accessories a pearl necklace and pearl headband which adorned her hair which was put up in an up-do with curly stragglers purposely left out. "What do you think?"

"Beautiful my girl." Stiles said, finally detaching himself from Derek to go hug his daughter.

Derek came up after him and also gave Mira a hug. "It looks like I might have to beat the boys off tonight."

Mira giggled. "Let's hope not. Perhaps I'll get a foreign boyfriend." She winked then at her parents.

"Out of the question." Derek replied immediately.

"Ah, but daddy!"

Knock, knock.

"Come in." Stiles spoke towards the door.

When the door opened Rozsa appeared in the doorway, wearing an ocean blue strapless dress with a light blue overlay, a slit going up the side to mid-thigh, a white mesh middle on the torso, white mesh gloves (also mid-bicep on her) and gray-white sparkled shoes. For accessories she wore a family heirloom set, a gold bangle and necklace with a large blue, diamond shape gem and golden ring earrings. Her hair was braided with the braid being casted over one shoulder. "Everyone, they are expecting you in the ballroom."

"Why Rozsa." Stiles mused. "You look beautiful, as usual."

The centaur guardian smiled. "Thank you, Your Majesty. Now please, come this way."

The four walked down the hallway, Rozsa leading the way, Stiles directly behind her and Derek and Mira walking behind him, Derek automatically walking a few paces behind his daughter because of her rank above him (that and he could watch over her better if he was slightly behind her). They came to a stop before two large oak doors and the centaur pushed the doors open to reveal the marvelous ballroom down a small flight of stairs. The ballroom floor was made of polished marble as was the pillars and the decorative ceiling, and the walls were of a neutral beige but many beautiful, and highly expensive decorations lined along the walls making up for the plainness of the wall's color. Rozsa stepped aside as the three walked into the ballroom. From down the stairs the caller breathed in deeply before announcing them. "His Majesty, Genim Stilinski; Her Highness, Mira Stilinski-Hale; and His Majesty's mate, Derek Hale."

*The Future of the Sárkány*

Part 1 done. Part 2 is the gala itself and certain scenes with each of the three beloved family members and the introduction of the ex-king and his family. Also includes the day after the gala, some action and the epic ending to The Influence of One and its epilogue The Future of the Sárkány.

Footnotes:

1: Tihany Castle is not real, plainly fictional for the story, though there is a Tihany town in Hungary and I tried to describe the road as realistically to the town as possible.

And if you're wondering, the caller didn't call Rozsa's name because she (no offence to her) doesn't matter at all and shouldn't be called. She's literally the guide and protection service and nothing more.

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