Breaking someone out of a hospital turned out to be far easier than Stiles thought it would be. He knew the doctors wouldn´t let him leave just like that. Whether it was honest concern for his well-being or for the money keeping him here would bring, Stiles didn´t know, but one way or the other, walking out of the front door wasn´t an option.

First, he had to change from the blue-white hospital robe to his normal clothes. Then, he had to find an emergency exit and walk out. And that was it.

No James Bond persecution, no doctor luring behind a corner, no hiding from nurses. Stiles realized through this whole process that he had to stop watching so many action movies. The hospital was so saturated and full of life by that time, that Stiles could have easily ran through the halls, waving his arms, and no one would´ve done anything to stop him.

Granted, having the sheriff and Melissa to help him made things less difficult. But it still had been remarkably easier than Stiles would have expected.

Sooner than he realized, he was standing in the parking lot next to Derek´s black Camaro. Scott and Arya standing by the owner of the car´s side. His dad had left before Stiles had gotten out of the hospital, saying he wouldn´t know anything about Stiles should Dr Wells ask. He did, however, tell Stiles he should better stay safe or he would make sure Stiles never came out of their house again. After hugging his son, he had left the hospital and headed to the police station where his help was still needed.

Standing now in the parking lot, Stiles remembered something.

"Your sword" he said, then turned to face Arya "Joyeuse, it´s in my jeep. We need…"

But Arya just turned around and opened the passenger's door. She leant down and pulled something out of under the conductor´s seat.

Joyeuse.

Stiles frowned "Where did you get it from?"

"Quinn went to get it when you were still unconscious" she explained "We had a feeling we´d need it"

She extended her arms, holding the sword like she had done in what seemed an eternity ago in the brotherhood "You´ll need it more than me"

"And don´t you dare to say no" she added quickly before Stiles could open his mouth "It´s just for today, I have a feeling you´ll get your own magical sword pretty soon"

"You said there were only four" he said confused "And that you didn´t know…"

"Just take it" she interrupted "I´ll explain everything later"

Stiles hesitated for a moment, doubting if he should really take it. Last time he had had Joyeuse, he hadn´t given it use. Maybe he didn´t deserve to hold such a sword if he wasn´t good enough to fight with it. But looking at it and then at Arya, he promised himself he would do things right this time.

This time he would use the sword, this time he wouldn´t hold back because he was afraid of what the pack would think, this time he wouldn´t be blinded by his emotions and this time he wouldn´t let Walter win.

He closed his hands around the sword´s sheath and took it. Arya smiled at him briefly and then, without a word got into the back seat.

Scott gave him a confused frown, but didn´t say anything. Stiles wondered when they would talk to each other again, but Scott quickly followed Arya into the car and shut the door behind him.

It was still hard for him to see them both together, sitting next to each other in the same vehicle. He would have never imagined things would turned out to be like this, that the two worlds would meet and that he would be the one connecting them.

Still thinking about it, Stiles started walking around the car, heading to the co-pilot's seat. But before he could pass the driver´s door, a hand wrapped around his upper-arm, holding him back with a strong grip.

Acting out of instinct Stiles immediately spun around.

And saw Derek.

The werewolf nodded "You´re getting better"

"What?"

"You can walk and your reflexes are getting better. You´re almost fully recovered" Derek explained.

"You´re crazy, sourwolf"

Derek quickly peeked inside the car, looking at Arya and Scott who were apparently talking to each other. It seemed a little bit awkward but it was still enough to make Stiles raise an eyebrow in surprise.

But Derek seemed to be pleased with their conversation, almost like he didn´t want them to get what he was about to say.

"You know what will be waiting there for you, don´t you?" he finally asked.

Stiles furrowed his brows, not understanding where that came from. He had no idea what Derek intended with those words.

"You mean the thousand demons and the weird mind-reader that want me dead?" he asked.

Derek shook his head and sighed "No" he said "I mean what people will be expecting from you"

His frown deepened as he got even more confused.

"I don´t know if Arya is aware of it or not" continued Derek after noticing Stiles´ reaction "But, Stiles, when you show up over there, they´ll expect you to lead them, to guide them to victory, to save them"

Stiles shook lightly his head "I hadn´t…"

"They´ve always believed the Swords´ Master would arrive when they needed him the most and save them" Derek interrupted "And now that time has come"

Stiles´ eves suddenly widened "You knew about it" he realized "You knew about this whole prophecy thing and you didn´t tell me"

"It wasn´t my secret to tell" replied Derek calmly.

Stiles was about to open his mouth and complain, but something in Derek´s words made him stop for a moment and think. He had heard the same words come out of his mouth, just in another context. The werewolf had said those words to Stiles, assuring him he wouldn´t tell the pack about his powers.

He nodded, accepting it. Maybe things had happened the way they had for a certain reason and maybe it wasn´t anyone´s fault.

Derek let go of his arm "I just want you to be aware of what will be waiting there for you" he said and got into the car.

Stiles swallowed hard. He really hadn´t thought what his role in this would mean in full extent, all the responsibilities that it would entail. But, being realistic, what choice did he have other than to go through with it?

Teen Wolf

As it turns out, there couldn´t be one hour where everything went as planned without something getting in their way. One moment, Stiles was staring out of the windshield and, in the next moment, a dark animal-like creature appeared in the middle of the road. Its pointed teeth glowing in the light of dawn, just like its eyes as red as blood.

Derek abruptly steered the wheel to his right, trying to avoid hitting the animal but lost total control of the car. The camero kept heading towards the side of the road where a line of trees started. Not being able to stop the car, they found themselves crashing into them.

It all happened so fast, Stiles only caught blurs of colours before he felt the impact pushing him forward, his seat belt being the only thing keeping him from flying out of the car. Not fully realizing what had happened, Stiles only heard his fast heartbeat in his ears. It took him a second to react and for the knot of fear in his chest to loosen.

"What the hell was that!?" asked Scott from the back seat, also not fully recovered from the shock.

Derek cursed next to Stiles "A damn dog"

"A damn dog?" asked Arya incredulous "We crashed into a stupid tree because of a damn dog?"

Stiles opened his mouth, wanting to tell his friends what he had seen. That was not a dog. He had only caught a quick glimpse but he was utterly sure, that was no animal you could pet.

Before he could speak, however, a howl made its way to his ears. It sounded almost like a werewolf´s but there was something in it; something threatening that send shivers down Stiles´ spine.

It was quiet and brief but enough to confirm Stiles´ suspicion. Without saying a word, he opened the car´s door and got out of it. He tried to scan his surroundings, looking for a sign of any demon but couldn´t find anything in the dim light of dawn.

The other three doors opened quickly. The two werewolves and the master quickly joined Stiles. Arya didn´t even bother to say anything, just like Stiles, her eyes wondered through the landscape, seeking the owner of the howl.

Scott and Derek on the other side, were completely surprised by Stiles sudden behaviour and looked at him with confused stares.

"What was that for?" asked Derek, his eyes still fixed on Stiles.

"A demon" replied Stiles, letting his hand fall on the hilt of Joyeuse, fastened around his hip "I heard him. That wasn´t a dog, it was a…"

Scott shook his head "You heard him?" he repeated "I didn´t hear anything and I have pretty good…"

"The sound came from the magic dimension" interrupted Arya, still observing her surroundings "You can´t hear it, but we can. We have a connection to it"

The alpha didn´t say a word, but Stiles saw the spark in his eyes as his mind slowly started to understand and realize how many things this very sentence explained.

Out of a sudden, Stiles saw something glow behind Derek. Following his instincts, he reached out for the magic dimension, wanting to find out what it was.

But the moment he entered the magic dimension, something felt different. The normally smooth and gentle currents flowing around him, hit him and pushed him, as if he were fighting against a stream. Their force was huge and every single thing felt as if it had been highlighted with the same glaring colour a thousand times over and over again. There was just so much to take in, it simply just overwhelmed Stiles, not letting him focus on anything.

Frightened, Stiles stepped back to reality as fast as he could but he couldn´t avoid touching one current. Before he even knew what he had done, a ball of light formed in front of his eyes and exploded as fast as it had formed.

Stiles stumbled backwards and tried to cover his eyes with his forearm, hearing the surprised cries of his friends. When the light was gone, Stiles immediately looked back to the place where the two shining objects had been but only found utter darkness.

Arya was kneeling next to the car, using it as protection against the explosion. She slowly got back on her feet and, breathing heavily, looked at Stiles.

"What the hell did you do that for?"

Stiles shook his head "I didn´t" he replied "not on purpose, I just wanted to see what was going on… but… I… I don´t know what…"

Thinking more clearly, Stiles started to feel panic grow in his chest. What had happened? He had felt in complete loss of control just like a few months ago when he had started to use his powers. But he had trained so much, it was just… It wasn´t logical. Why wouldn´t he be able to manage his powers after he had practised so much? Was something wrong with him? Was he losing his powers?

But he knew that was not it. If anything, his powers had gotten stronger. Everything had felt so intense, so strong, so vivid. It was like going into a 4D movie with digital sound.

"Guys?" asked Scott from the other side of the car "We might have a bigger problem"

Arya and Stiles exchanged a glance before going over to the other side of the car where Derek and Scott stood.

Facing half a dozen of weird looking wolves.

Standing on their four paws, black fur tainted with a reddish-glowing substance Stiles hoped wasn´t blood, they snarled at them. Their paws were incredibly big, as were their crawls. Orange and white smoke come out of the demons glowing red eyes, making it seem like their sockets were literally burning.

Saliva and the liquid, Stiles hoped wasn´t blood, fell in little drops out of their mouth.

"What the fuck is that?" asked Scott, his eyes not leaving the demons.

Stiles looked at Arya, expecting an answer but she seemed as clueless and terrified as her companions.

"I don´t know" she replied, shaking her head "I´ve never…"

Another howl interrupted her, coming from the tallest wolf. It stared at her before slowly starting to walk towards them, his pack following him.

Stiles pulled Joyeuse out of its sheath and pointed it towards the wolf. As soon as his hand closed around the hilt, the blade glowed in a bright white, making the demons back off.

He hadn´t planned for that to happen, but he had to admit he was glad he had pulled the sword out. Surprisingly, the blade didn´t change colour as it did when Arya held it. Its glare stayed bright white. Stiles felt the familiar energy flooding his system. His senses heightened, preparing to fight.

Arya had two knives in her hands. Stiles wondered quietly where she got all her weapons from. Each and every time, she was fully loaded with something to fight demons with.

Scott and Derek seemed quite surprised by Stiles´ glowing sword but didn´t lose focus on the real important thing. The murderous wolves in front of them.

Even having Joyeuse, Arya and the werewolves by his side, Stiles doubted they would be able to fight all the demons off. Not without his powers as a mage and he was absolute certain he had no control over them right now.

"They´re wolves" he said as an idea came to his mind "Scott, maybe if you could shift and…"

But he wasn´t able to finish for in that second the dark figures leapt forward, recovering from the fright the sword had induced.

Stiles immediately rose Joyeuse and deflected one demon to the side, throwing him against Derek´s car. He noticed how Arya ran to the side, one demon following her, how Scott shifted into his werewolf form and wrestled with a second one. Derek was gone, an impressive , black wolf where he had stood, radiating authority and power. He had shifted into full wolf and was now also struggling with a last demon, moving each second further away from the car. Whether on purpose or not, Stiles couldn´t tell.

But Stiles didn´t have much time to see the development of their fights for another two wolves were coming towards him. The one he had hit with the sword laid still on the floor, disturbed.

Not wanting to wait, Stiles decided to act. As fast as he could, he made a step towards the nearest demon, raising his sword. The wolf reacted almost as quick and move to the side, getting out of Stiles´ range.

Out of a sudden, while he was still concentrated on the wolf before him, something his him hard on his side, throwing him off his feet. In seconds, Stiles found himself lying with his back on the floor, a black, blood dripping snout hovering above him.

The demon snapped down, aiming for Stiles´ nose. Thinking quickly, Stiles held his sword up horizontally, one hand around the hilt and the other around the blade, blocking the animal.

The demon tried to get to Stiles, ignoring the blade holding it back and digging into its throat. As the wolf tried to bite Stiles one time after another, the sword became harder to hold. Stiles´ arms started to shake as the demon´s attacks became stronger.

Knowing if he stayed like this, he would die, Stiles decided to act. Using all the force he could find in him, he moved his arms to the side, forcing the wolf off his chest. The demon rolled to the side. Not wasting a second, Stiles got on his feet and rammed the sword into the demon´s body.

As it happened with any other demon, it vanished in a matter of seconds.

Not having time to catch his breath, the last of the three wolves attacked him. But this time Stiles moved faster and cut the demon´s skin in mid-air. As soon as the demon landed on its unhurt side, it also vanished.

Stiles suddenly noticed the wolf that had initially attacked him, staring at him with curiosity. As soon as the demon met Stiles´ gaze, it rose its head towards the sky and howled deeply.

The demons remaining immediately stopped attacking Derek and Scott. Both ran to his pack leader´s side and together they ran into the woods.

Arya quickly came up by his side. She had also killed one demon but not without gaining two short scratches in one side of her face.

"Now we can be sure Walter knows you´re alive" she said, starring into the spot where the demons had disappeared into the dark "His demons will tell him"

Before Stiles could reply, Scott also arrived to his side, his shirt torn.

"I hit the thing over ten times" he said "But I just couldn't hurt…"

Stiles nodded "I know" he interrupted.

Something moved on the other side of the car and soon enough, Derek rose from behind it. Only wearing his black trousers.

"You turn into a wolf wearing pants?" Stiles blurted out before he knew what he was saying.

"Of course not" replied Derek, slightly annoyed "I just put them on"

Turning his head back to Arya, Stiles saw her peeking into the woods, maybe looking for the demons. Her knives were hidden in her boots again so Stiles decided it would be safe to slide Joyeuse back in its sheath.

"If I were you I wouldn´t go in there" he told her "God knows how many demons Walter summoned"

Arya shook her head and sighed "What makes you think they´re all going to be here?"

Silence.

"What?" finally asked Scott the question the three of them were thinking.

"I´m just saying" she said "Walter is supposed to destroy not only this brotherhood but every single one of them all around the world. Maybe we´re fighting only against a small part of his army, maybe there are a lot more demons all over the world"

Stiles had already thought about that but tried to supress that idea. Hearing it right now didn´t make it any easier to accept the truth.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows "There are more brotherhoods?"

"All over the world" replied Stiles "At least one in each country. It´s basically the same as this one but, you know, other cultures; other demons"

"And Walter wants to bring them all down" said Arya.

Out of a sudden, Stiles felt something trying to dig its way into his mind. It was reaching towards him from somewhere Stiles couldn't identify. He gasped for air and stumbled backwards, pressing his eyes shut.

Out of instinct, he fought against it, but soon something started to buzz in his ears just like in the hospital. Someone closed his hands around Stiles´ arms, keeping him from falling as his knees were almost giving in.

"Stiles?" said Derek "The voices? Are the voices back?"

But Stiles couldn´t find the force to respond. He was already using all of his energy holding the buzzing back and fighting against the weird sensation scratching the surface of his mind.

For one second, Stiles lost focus and the feeling finally got into his mind. Stiles knew it was coming from the magic dimension but it didn´t feel like a current at all. He groaned in pain and tried to push the intruder back but to no avail.

"You really turned out to be a fighter" said Walter´s voice inside his head "I guess it´s my fault, I should´ve killed you right away"

Stiles shook his head rapidly, trying to shake him out but he couldn´t. He felt something warm touching his hands but he couldn't perceive anything outside of where hid mind was.

"I won´t make the same mistake again" kept Walter talking "How did you wake up? What antidote did you take?"

Stiles didn´t answer and forced himself to think about nothing, not wanting to let Walter see anything.

Someone shook Stiles´ shoulders "Stiles? Are the voices back?" repeated Derek.

He only managed to shake his head slightly.

"What is it?" asked Arya "Whats happening?"

"I wonder how you are supposed to defeat me" commented Walter in his mind "You can´t control any of your powers, you´re as useless as you were at the beginning"

Stiles took a deep breath and forced the word out of his lips "Walter"

He heard his friends gasp surprised for air but didn´t catch much of what happened next for Walter started to talk again.

"You´ll only get everyone killed" he said "Just as always. They´ll try to protect you, thinking you´re their salvation. But you know as well as I do that, right now, you´re completely helpless. The only thing you can control is that stupid sword and it won´t help you. Not to win against me"

Stiles heard him laugh inside of his mind, making shivers run down his spine "It would´ve been better for everyone if you had died in the hospital" Walter continued "They´ll all die anyway. You´ll just give them hope but I´ll crush it entirely. That´ll just hurt them more. And concerning your friends…"

Stiles shook his head, his breathing speeded up. He just wanted Walter to get out.

"If you had died when you were supposed to, I would have spared them but now… I don´t know what I´ll do. Maybe let you watch how I kill them? Or maybe kill you first? Or I could have a chit-chat with you about the things the venom made you see? I bet that´d be interesting"

Stiles´ body started to tremble, but not of fright or panic as usual. No, there was another feeling giving him new strength.

Determination and anger.

"Get out" he thought and knew he had projected it into Walter´s head.

"No need to be so rude" Walter replied "I´m just being realistic, that´s how you like things to be, don´t you? To always see everything as it is? Well, I´m going to bring the brotherhood down and you´ll die before you stop me"

"Why?" asked Stiles "What did they ever do to you?"

Walter laughed "You´ll understand my reasons soon enough" he replied "After all, you´re about to go through the same thing I did"

And with those words, he left Stiles´ head. Feeling like he had control over his own perceptions again, Stiles blocked his connection to that part of the magic dimension and the buzzing immediately stopped.

Returning to reality, Stiles slowly opened his eyes.

He found himself sitting on the wet grass, Derek kneeling behind him and holding his arms to keep him straight. Arya had crouched down in front of him and was holding his hands in hers. Scott was behind Arya, looking at him worried.

Stiles felt his strength recover and tried to sit upright by his own. He managed to do it and Derek immediately let go of his arms.

"What happened?" asked Scott.

"Walter definitely knows I´m alive" Stiles said "He only wanted to scare me"

Arya squeezed Stiles´ hands lightly "What did he say?"

Stiles shook his head and tried to get up. To his surprise, no one tried to stop him.

"He said things to mess with me" he replied "It´s nothing. We need to get to the brotherhood fast"

They stared at him sceptically for a moment. Silence ruling over the four of them. Stiles trying to supress Walter´s words echoing through his mind.

Finally, Derek sighed and shook his head "That´ll be difficult" he replied "The engine won´t start"

Teen Wolf

Walking on a road was bad enough, but it didn´t compare to walking on a rode hunted by evil wolves that could jump out of the shadows anytime. The only good thing in their situation was that all of them could walk rather quickly because of their various abilities.

Thus, it only took them a little past half an hour to get to the meeting point Scott had agreed with the rest of the pack. Stiles had to admit, he wasn´t entirely happy about it. This whole reencounter was rather uncomfortable for him.

He had saved the pack, yes, but that didn´t mean he had forgiven them. Or had he? Having all the prophecy crap all over his mind, he really didn´t know what he was feeling. Malia had saved his life and Scott had stayed by his side the entire time he had been unconscious. But they had also called him useless and just human. What was he supposed to think?

Shaking his head, Stiles decided to direct his thought to another direction. He glanced at Arya who was walking by his side, peeking occasionally into the forest.

"How do the powers of a psionic work?" he asked the burning question in his thoughts.

Arya looked at him surprised "What?"

"A psionic" he repeated "How does that work?"

"I don´t know much" Arya replied shrugging "Only what Quinn and Cedric told me"

Stiles noticed how Scott and Derek, both walking in front of them, exchanged a look and Stiles knew they were going to listen to Arya with full attention.

"I think they can kind of stretch their mind through the magic dimension" she explained "I don´t know how, but by doing that they can touch other people´s minds and thus hear thoughts and talk to them telepathically"

"But he can move things" intervened Stiles.

"They can also do that but not with currents" she said "They use the magic dimension as an extension of their mind and move things that way. A mage can simply dive into the magic dimension and use the currents to move objects but psionics can do it with only thinking about it and one single body motion to support his thoughts"

"What about the mind reading?" continued Stiles asking "You said Walter couldn´t stalk you in the bathroom"

A smile grin appeared on Arya´s face after hearing Stiles´ words "Yes, he can´t stalk you while you´re doing your business"

"Why?"

"Because even with his powers your mind has to be kind of unprotected for him to enter" she explained "There´s a way you can learn to build a wall and don´t let him come in"

Stiles frowned "Why didn´t anyone teach me how to do that?"

"You already have, well had, one" Arya answered "When Arabella saw your nightmares, she and Walter told Cedric they got the intruder out and built the wall inside your mind. Cedric was planning to teach you how do it yourself, but not until he was sure you had your gifts under control"

Derek glanced back at her "Walter helped Stiles?" he asked incredulous "I would have expected him to work with the person in Stiles´ nightmares"

"It was him" automatically said Stiles "I don´t know why I wasn´t able to recognize his voice in real life but I´m sure it was him"

"You mean he got himself out of your head?" asked Scott confused.

Arya shrugged her shoulders "I think he didn´t expect Arabella to see what he was doing" she guessed "But when she touched you and everyone found out about it, he had no other choice than to play along"

"But now he brought that wall down" Stiles commented and looked at Arya inquisitively "That´s why it hurt when he talked to me, isn´t it? He fought his way in with brutal force"

Arya just raised her shoulders helplessly and didn´t say anything. The thought of Walter having free access to his mind, didn´t please Stiles at all. He remembered how he had instinctively fought against Walter and hoped he would be able to do it again.

"How is he able to blind people?" suddenly asked Scott "And put them in pain just by looking at them?"

Arya shook her head "It´s the first time a psionic is able to do that"

Teen Wolf

They just had to wait a couple of minutes before the lights of Malia´s toyota appeared on the end of the road. The grey car came nearer until it finally stopped a few metres before them on the side of the road.

Before Stiles could even think about moving, one door opened and a redheaded girl came running towards him.

Just like she had done a few months ago, she crashed into Stiles and trapped him in an immense hug, her chin digging in the curve of his neck and shoulder.

"I´m so sorry, Stiles!" said Lydia, still pressing him hard against her "I´m so sorry for what I said and for what I did! I´m so sorry! It was my fault you let that thing bite you! I´m so sorry…"

Feeling utterly confused in his situation, he gently pushed Lydia back. His hands still on her shoulders, he looked at her.

"It wasn´t your fault" he told her "Walter had planned to kill me anyway"

Lydia shook her head "But I gave him the chance" she interrupted "And all the things I said. Telling you, you didn´t belong to the pack… I was wrong, Stiles. I didn´t know what I was saying…"

Suddenly, Liam appeared next to Lydia and focused his eyes on Stiles "Man, I´m also sorry, you…"

Before he could finish, Stiles caught Kira also walking towards him with a regretful expression on her face.

Even though something stirred in Stiles chest after hearing them apologize. This didn´t feel quite right. He appreciated their apologies but this just… it wasn´t the right time.

Stiles made a step backwards and saw Malia standing on the back of the pack, unsure of what she should do.

"Stop" he said raising his palms "Just… don´t. I just… why don´t we talk about everything after we go through with this? I really don´t… I think it would be best"

Malia raised an eyebrow, surprised by Stiles choice to approach the situation.

Maybe she thought he was being mature or even wise. But that was absolutely not the case.

The truth was that Stiles still had no idea what he felt or thought.

They had hurt him. Deeply. But they had also come here to help without really knowing what was going on. They had been with him in the hospital. But they had forgotten all the things he had done for them when he had been part of the pack. They had thought about him as less because he didn´t have supernatural strength. But they had also been his friends for so long…

He just couldn´t decide, he couldn´t know if he honestly had forgiven them or if there were still some grudges. He didn´t know.

So, he just pushed it aside. Right now, they had to focus on what was crucial. He could sort his feelings out later.

Stiles looked into Lydia´s eyes "Right now… we need to focus on other things… let´s just… just… work together… and then talk about it…"

Seven sets of eyes were firmly focused on him. Stiles couldn´t stand the silence, he just wanted someone to say something and this awkward conversation to be over.

"Fine" finally said Malia, rubbing her palms against each other and coming forward "What´s going on and what do you need us to do?"

Stiles nodded "Walter is about to attack the brotherhood with an army of demons he invoked sacrificing people" he said "We need to stop him"

Kira rose an eyebrow "So he controls the demons?" she repeated slowly. Stiles nodded

"And can get into people´s heads?"

Stiles nodded again.

"And we´re going to stop him?"

Malia suddenly shook her head "Why do you need us?" she asked "We can´t even kill those things, we didn´t even know about this whole magic thing. Why is it suddenly so important?"

She wasn´t talking in any aggressive way. Stiles knew she was just being direct and honest, asking exactly what she was thinking. But he didn´t want to answer to that question.

Fortunately, Arya came to his help "There are too many of them" she improvised "And some of your abilities can be useful…"

She didn´t even finish the sentence, it was clear that nobody was buying her words.

Derek sighed "Just tell them the damn truth"

Curious and hurt at the same time, all the eyes were focused on Stiles one more time.

"There´s this…ehm… this prophecy…" he started "That says Walter can only be defeated if the two realms work together. Supernatural and magical"

"There´s a what…?" continued Liam.

Arya shook her head "Look, prophecies are very important to us and this obviously has to happen for it to be fulfilled" she explained "We honestly don´t know your role in this but one thing´s for sure; you need to be here and help if we want to stop him"

"Just out of curiosity" asked Liam crossing his arms "What happens if we don´t stop him?"

"The brotherhood goes down" she replied firmly "And with it, everyone that´s able to fight the demons and keep them under control"

Kira frowned "Which means?"

"If there isn´t anyone left to hold the demons back, they´ll start attacking every single person in the surrounding areas and there won´t be anyone able to stop them" explained Stiles, understanding "But Walter doesn´t realize that´s how things will turn out"

Out of a sudden, something glowed bright deeper into the woods. Stiles immediately tried to protect his eyes with his arm, the bright light hurting his eyes. He heard surprised yelps and groans by his sides.

The light got dimmer and Stiles dared to open his eyes and look in that direction.

A white dome rose above the crowns of the trees. Stiles had already seen something like that. A shield created by energy and electricity, letting off a gust of light every time a demon came in touch with it.

Hundreds, maybe even thousands dark figures were flying around the shield, trying to break it and to bring it down. And that was without counting the demons that couldn´t fly.

"It´s started" said Arya, looking up at the clouded sky full of demons "Walter is attacking"

Teen Wolf

They ran. They all ran.

Deeper into the woods, following Stiles and Arya, the only ones who knew how to get to the camp. Scott was surprised by the speed Stiles could run, he was jumping over roots and ducking tree branches like he had been doing this for years.

His heart pumping with adrenaline, he barely noticed how long or far they ran before they got to a huge clearing.

Astonished by so many things he had never seen, Scott halted abruptly and took one second to take everything around in.

Tents around him in various colours, men and women wearing different coloured clothes, a giant fireplace in the middle of everything. It was a whole new world he would have never even dreamed of.

He knew the rest of his pack was thinking the exact same thing he was, too stunned to speak or even move.

The shield was still standing but the demons had managed to make holes in it. Some parts of the electric field were torn or simply gone, letting various creatures fly into the camp.

People wearing purple clothes fought against them, wielding swords and some of them even shields. Shouting commands and screaming, they charged into the battle without any sign of fear. Other people wearing blue cloaks and robes had risen hands and were chanting. The mages, realized Scott. The ones creating the shield. Some were also fighting against the demons, firing lightning from their hands as well as fireballs.

Scott had never seen such creatures as these demons before. He recognized the green women Arya had called sirens, and the winged men that had poisoned Stiles; incubi. He also spotted some black wolves running around the tents.

But there were just so much more. Skeletons loaded in armour floating above the ground and wielding swords. Lions with one additional goat head. Winged horses with heads of eagles. Humanoid creatures with dragon heads. Horrid looking women with coloured wings.

Suddenly, a man wearing a green cloak came running towards them, disbelief and incredulity painted all over his face. Scott recognized him as Cedric, the leader of the brotherhood. He looked at Stiles as if he were seeing a ghost.

"Stiles?" he asked, one sword still in his hands "How did you wake up?"

His eyes wondered around, finding Arya to Stiles´ left. The mage immediately seemed to forget Stiles and focused on the girl.

"Where´s Quinn?" he asked worried.

Arya frowned "Quinn?" she repeated "He´s supposed to be here"

But Cedric shook his head "He saw a figure over a hill and ran towards it. I thought it was you. You´re the only person Quinn would run to encounter"

Arya´s eyes widened in fear. She looked around as if she wanted to make sure Quinn really wasn´t there.

Finally, her panicked eyes met Stiles´.

He shook determined his head but not without a glimpse of fear "He wouldn´t be that naive to…"

But he never ended his sentence. In that same seconds, Stiles, Arya and Cedric suddenly pressed their hands against their ears and closed their eyes tightly, leaving reality.

Looking around, Scott saw a levitating woman right behind Cedric. Her skin was light blue, like her long hair. She was wearing a torn old ball-dress like the ones in the movies. Her face drawn horribly. Completely white eyes without iris or pupils and rotten pointy teeth inside of her wide opened mouth, as if she were screaming.

In seconds, she rose her hand with pointed class and swung it down.

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