I will warn you this chapter is a little longer than the others. Thank you all for your support!

CHAPTER 6- VISIONARY

It had been 2 days since Boyd's death and everyone was handling it in different ways. Scott had been spending more time with Allison, Lydia poured over every book about witchcraft she could find, Isaac and Cora kept themselves locked in Derek's loft, Stiles spent every waking moment at Lydia's house with Bennett, and Derek had gone missing. Bennett had been teaching Lydia information he had known his entire life in the spans of a few days and surprisingly, Lydia was picking everything up quite easily, owing it to her intelligence. A subject that wasn't as easy to figure out was Bennett's feeling for Stiles. He knew there was something there but he couldn't bring himself to tell Stiles out of fear he would reject him and Bennett would lose a great friend. This was made harder by the fact that Stiles was always around Bennett and Bennett found himself watching Stiles sleep, moving closer to him when they watched movies, or letting his hand linger too long when they would brush against each other. Stiles, of course, was oblivious to any of this which succeeded in making Bennett even more frustrated.

Currently Stiles, Bennett, and Lydia were piled into Bennett's bed. It was mid-afternoon on a lazy Friday after school and Bennett was teaching Lydia the basics of the witch's alphabet while Stiles was lost in his own world, playing a computer game on Bennett's laptop.

"So, this symbol means 'th' so if you were to write 'the', you'd use this symbol instead of 't' and 'h' separately." Bennett said, pointing to the piece of paper he had written the alphabet on.

"Ok, I get it. What about this one?" Lydia asked, pointing to the glyph next to it.

"That means 'ea'. Just like 'th' it's a shortcut so you don't have to write the whole thing."

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Lydia said. She began closing books and pushing papers aside. "What happened that made my mom hate being a witch so much? I would ask her but that would defeat the purpose of us doing this all in secret."

"Well, from what my mom said, when they were younger our grandparents were very eccentric and made no secret to the world that they were witches. So our moms were constantly teased about it and they didn't have many friends. It wasn't like grams and gramps were showing their powers around town but they would do readings and spells and shit."

"That's so sad." Lydia said sympathetically.

"Yeah but it got worse for your mom after my mom left for college and she was stuck in high school alone. The kids would tease her and make fun of her but for the most part, she endured. Then one day, all of that started to change. Almost overnight, all the kids at school were nicer to her; she gained some friends, and even got a boyfriend. Well long story short, it eventually came to light that they were all her friends because of some dare. A joke to get inside of her house and see her 'freak witch parents' for themselves. After that, she withdrew and when she graduated, she bound her powers and moved to Beacon Hills."

"I wonder why she never told me any of this." Lydia wondered aloud.

"According to my mom, she doesn't even talk to her about it. Suffice it to say when my mom found out, they got what they deserved."

"So she killed them?

"No, a witch taking a human life would bring darkness into their hearts. Eventually that darkness would grow and their morality would begin to warp and turn them into a warlock. Warlock's are both stronger and weaker than we are but for the same reasons. When a witch becomes a warlock the earth rejects them. They lose their connection to the land. This both strengthens and weakens them. No, what my mom did was cast a Karma spell." Bennett replied.

At this Stiles, who had paused his game ages ago, finally spoke up. "A Karma Spell?" he asked, closing the laptop and turning his full body towards Bennett.

"We witches heavily believe in the laws of Karma- what you send out comes back to you three times as good or three times as bad. But when my mom cast her spell, it kick-started karma and made a lifetime of bad karma come flying at them."

"What happened to them?" Stiles asked.

"Her 'friends' had minor things happen to them…well minor compared to what the boyfriend got. One girl, the virgin, got hooked on drugs and is now apparently homeless and prostituting herself on the streets of San Jose. Another girl, the athlete, was in a car accident which resulted in a full body cast for 6 months. She could no longer play sports and lost her all her scholarships. And the other girl, the vainest of the three, mysteriously lost all of her hair and contracted a harsh strain of acne. She still lives in San Francisco. I saw her once, bald and a face like the surface of the moon." Bennett replied. He pulled a bag of gummy worms from his bedside table and began happily eating them.

"What happened to the boyfriend?" Lydia asked, reaching over and grabbing a gummy worm and popping it into her mouth.

"Oh yeah! Well he was a bad guy from the get go. Hot but bad. There were always rumors that he forced himself on some of the girls at school but no one reported it cuz his father paid them off. Well his father, for his role to play, lost every single dime of his lawyer money and they had to move to a not so nice part of town. So one night, the once popular asshole was walking from the bus stop to his house and he was cornered by a gang of guys. They tried to rob him but he didn't have any money, so they each took a different kind of currency and left him on the street. Well, he contracted some pretty serious badness from them and after many years of fighting it, he died of AIDS."

"Shit dude, that's some serious stuff." Stiles said, hugging his legs.

"Wait, but wouldn't something like that make your mom go bad?" Lydia asked.

"Not really. If she had done it with her own magick, then it would've been her fault but she simply asked karma to do its job. The result of their shitty lives was on them. They technically damned themselves." Bennett said. He closed the half full bag and placed it back into his nightstand.

"You see, magick is neither good nor evil; neither black nor white. It depends on the witch using it and the intent behind it. My mom had no intention of them getting hurt too badly but their own shitiness cursed them."

"Makes sense to me." Stiles said, grabbing his phone from his pocket. It was glowing and it indicated he had a text message. Flipping it open, he began to reply to the message.

"Ok," Lydia began, "I have one more question. If your mom and your brother are connected to San Francisco, how are you connected to Beacon Hills?"

At this, Stiles stopped typing and looked over at Bennett, curiosity playing across his features.

"My mom was 8 months pregnant with me when she came to visit your mom here in Beacon Hills. You were only a few months old and my mom had come to see you for the first time. Well, my mom asked yours if she was going to raise you up in magick as she assumed you would have it. They began to argue and your mom kicked mine out and told her never to come back if she was gonna keep bringing it up and my mom stormed out and got into the car. On the way back to the hotel, her water broke and that night she gave birth to me. That was also the night your mom cast the Witch's Oath on my mom to never tell you about it."

"Hmmm…" Lydia responded, crawling out of Bennett's bed, grabbing the books all over the floor, and walking towards the door. "Well, I guess that's it for me. So I'm gonna take these books back to my room and continue studying."

"Actually, I have to go too." Stiles said, slipping his red Converse on. "Cora just texted me. I think it's about Derek's disappearance. I'll see you tomorrow, right?"

"Not tomorrow. Remember, my dad and brother are coming so I'll probably hang out with them all day. Plus, we're gonna try and unbind Lydia's magick."

"Dude! Please let me be there for that?!" Stiles said pleadingly, again jumping on the bed. "I gotta see that!"

"Stiles, you can't." Bennett replied, pushing Stiles out of the bed and towards the bedroom door. "You already know way too much and I could get in a lot of trouble for telling you. Not to mention, it could get dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt. So no, absolutely not. But if you come on Sunday, you can meet my dad and my little brother."

"Ok, fine!" Stiles said huffing. "But I'll be here bright and early so don't you get all mad when I'm sitting on your face."

Both of them immediately sobered up when they realized what Stiles had just said.

"Shit! Dude, I didn't mean it like that!" Stiles practically shouted. "God, I'm gonna go before I say something else stupid."

Stiles made a move closer to Bennett as if he were about to hug him but thought better of it and turned away with a slight wave in Bennett's direction. Bennett didn't believe in Hell but the pain he felt in his heart at watching Stiles leave, suddenly made him realize just how real Hell is.

The first thing that awoke Bennett was the bright, hot California sun beaming through a gap in his bedroom curtains. The second thing was the smell of breakfast wafting through the house. The third were the loud voices of his family- Lydia's soft, high voice contrasting to the deep timbre of Vartan's pitch. Bennett climbed out of bed and picked up the brush on his bedside table and ran it through his unruly scarlet hair, finally pulling it back into a knot on the top of his head. The commotion of the day grew as Bennett opened the door and made his way down the stairs, smiling at the chaos before him as he entered the dining room.

"Alyssa, why can't you just respect the boy's request not to call him by his full name?" Dahlia Martin said, pouring coffee into her sister's cup. "If he wants you to call him Ian, then that's what you should call him."

Everyone was still in their pajamas, except Mr. Martin, Mr. Rosenberg, and Vartan. Mr. Martin was dressed in a suit, chatting away on his cell phone, Mr. Rosenberg was wearing a plaid button-up shirt tucked into khakis, and Vartan was clad in a sleeveless shirt with the sides cut out and a pair of basketball shorts. Darrin Rosenberg's blonde hair had started to pick up flecks of grey that could be seen even through the hair gel he used to style it. Vartan's hair, on the other hand, was just as vibrant as Bennett's but was styled in a short buzz cut.

"Because." Alyssa said, her coffee cup in one hand and her husband's hand intertwining the other. "When we decided to name the kids, Darrin got to name Bennett and I got to name Vartanian and I love his name. It's a good name!"

"It's a weird name!" Vartan said his mouth half full of food.

"It is not!" Alyssa proclaimed.

"It is kind of weird Aunt Aly…" Lydia said smiling. She was wearing an enormous baseball shirt, her hair pulled up similarly to Bennett's, and her usual makeup was nowhere to be seen. She was picking at a bowl of oatmeal loaded with fresh blueberries.

"See!" Vartan shouted, a piece of toast in hand. He was the first to notice Bennett leaning against the doorframe, smiling at their spectacle.

"Ben!" He said jumping from his seat and wrapping his long, muscular arms around his brother. "Dude, I've missed you! The house has been a lot quieter without your lame ass jokes!"

"Ok, Vartanian. Just for that I'm not going to introduce you to any of my hot new girl friends." Bennett replied with a smile and a wink.

"Why do you let him call you Vartanian?" Alyssa said frowning.

"Because he usually calls me Vartan and not Vartanian." Vartan said, picking up where he left off, bacon halfway to his mouth.

"And because he loves his big brother!" Bennett said, taking a seat next to Vartan before leaning over and kissing his brother on the cheek.

"Duuuuude! What did I tell you about that gay stuff?!" Vartan said rubbing the spot Bennett had just kissed him, a grimace on his face.

"Not to start what I can't finish?" Bennett smiled.

His only replied from his brother was a not-so-cleverly disguised hand gesture in his direction.

"Maybe later. So, what do you guys want to do today?" Bennett asked Vartan and Lydia, reaching for the plate of eggs and bacon. The parents had begun to talk about mundane things while the three teenagers continued on.

"Same thing we do every night Pinky." Vartan said, a smile creeping onto his face as he glanced conspiratorially at the other two.

"Try to take over the world!"

The three teens spent the day sightseeing and shopping. Mr. Rosenberg had allowed Vartan to drive Bennett's car to Beacon Hills so the teenagers bounced from each locale in Bennett's black Tesla Model S. They briefly visited Allison, Vartan shamelessly flirting with her the entire time, before pulling into Stiles' driveway. Before any of them got their seat-belts off, Stiles came running out the house, a smile painted across his lips. He was in his usual uniform of a v-neck tee, skinny jeans and Converse. Bennett had changed into a black tee, jeans, and leather jacket while Lydia donned a flowy, belted dress, wedged heels, and denim jacket.

"Dude! I thought you said you couldn't hang out today?! And is this your car?!" He said wide-eyed. He gently rubbed his hands across the smooth surface of the car.

"Yes, this is my car and I'm here because my brother wanted to meet you." Bennett replied climbing out of the car.

Stiles pulled himself away from the vehicle and turned to Vartan who had just stepped out of the car. "Hey man, I'm Stiles." He said reaching out his hand.

"Oh, I know who you are. Every time I talk to Ben, he can't shut up about you! 'Stiles said this' and 'Stiles did that'! I'm Ian by the way." Vartan said, returning Stiles' handshake.

"I thought you said his name was Vartan?" Stiles asked, a blush as red as Bennett's hair on his cheeks.

"It's a long story." Bennett replied, equally embarrassed.

"So I know you guys have money but how do you afford these cars? Aren't they like super expensive?" Stiles said changing the subject.

"Oh, I thought I told you? My mom is an automobile designer for Tesla. It's a company that makes all electric cars so when she designs one, they let her keep the prototypes after the finished products are made." Bennett said, closing the car door.

"Can we continue this conversation inside?" Lydia said impatiently.

The four of them made it into the house and up to Stiles' messy bedroom. Lydia immediately took a seat in his computer chair grimacing, Vartan found a beanbag chair in the corner and plopped down into it, which left Bennett and Stiles the bed.

"Hey, let me ask you a question." Stiles said. "If you guys are all 'one with the trees' and 'Greenpeace is my best friend' then why do you eat meat and wear leather?"

Vartan was the first to answer. He was idly flipping through Stiles' extensive comic book collection.

"As witches, we're in tune with nature and we respect it, which is why we try our best not to do anything that will harm it but we also understand the cycle of life. Animals were given to man to use and while we respect them for their sacrifice, we also understand that everything has it's time."

"Makes sense." Stiles replied, leaning back into his pillows, his arms brushing against Bennett's. There was a strong force that seemed to draw Stiles towards Bennett; an almost tangible spirit that called to his body, telling it to be close to him. He knew he felt right with Bennett but he also knew Bennett didn't see him like that. Stiles pulled himself out of his ruminations and noticed Vartan staring intently at him.

"How about a round of Gears of War?" He said awkwardly trying to change the subject.

It was around 10:30 when Bennett closed his phone, declaring it was time for them to leave.

"Ok guys, show time. We're supposed to meet mom on the edge of town at the clearing in the forest we go to to train." Bennett said. He stood up and grabbed his leather jacket, slipping his arm through one of the armholes.

"Why there?" Stiles asked. He put the game console's controller down and stood next to Bennett.

"It's apparently a magickal nexus where all of the magickal ley lines meet. It's basically a place of great power and we need as much power as we can get. I've got every piece of jewelry I own that can enhance power, the moon is in the right position, my mom got the ingredients for the spell ages ago, and we have three powerful witches so it's now or never."

"Are you nervous?" Stiles asked turning to Lydia. She had been doing homework the entire time the boys were playing videogames. She was now putting her books back into her bag.

"Not really." She replied, "I figured it's like my birthright so we're really just correcting a mistake. And I'll finally be able to help out more around this place….lord knows you guys need it."

"Ok, let's go." Vartan said, putting his own controller on the floor.

"Yeah ok. I'll see you tomorrow right?" Bennett asked Stiles.

"Yeah of course! Besides I need to catch you up on what I learned about Derek."

"Cool," Bennett replied. "See ya!"

The three teens walked down the stairs and were almost to the door when Vartan exclaimed.

"I'll catch up to you guys, I left my phone upstairs." He said turning around and running back up the stairs. He could hear the front door close as he re-entered Stiles' bedroom.

"I thought you guys left?" Stiles inquired.

"They're waiting for me downstairs." Vartan replied, stepping closer to Stiles. "Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush about this. I know how you feel about my brother and before you say you don't know what I mean, I know you're in love with him. I see the way you look at him, the way you seem so at ease around him, and I also see the way he looks at you. Don't lie to me and say I'm lying because I'm a witch and I can sense your emotions. Just know that for as much as he comes off all witty, and strong, he's been hurt a lot in his life and he can't take it from you so if you want to be with him, that's fine, I support it. But if you break his heart, I will be back to see you Stiles."

Vartan offered a quick smile at Stiles' surprised face and grabbed the phone that he had purposely left. He turned around and headed towards the front door, still smiling at the mental image of Stiles' dumbfounded expression. Vartan was turning the doorknob when he heard Stiles behind him.

"I promise, I will never hurt him."

"Took you all long enough!" Alyssa Rosenberg said. She was wearing a floor length silver maxi gown that glimmered in the moonlight and played wonderfully against the soft curls of her long red hair. "We have to do this at midnight."

"Sorry Seim." Bennett said walking into the clearing.

He could recognize many of the things that had been placed in the large space. There was a large ring of what appeared to be cedar ash and surrounding it were eight black candles. Placed atop the circle of ash, at the points corresponding with the 5 points of the pentacle, were 5 golden bowls each inscribed with a different large symbol on its surface. The bowl at the "head" of the pentacle was empty and had a circle engraved on it. To the right, this bowl was filled with clear water and had an upside triangle on it. The next one had a single, thick white candle inside of it. Inscribed on the side of this bowl was a right side up triangle. To the left was a bowl engraved with another upside down triangle but with a horizontal line through it. It was filled with different herbs such as Comfrey, Coltsfoot, and Wintergreen. The final bowl had a tiny incense cone inside of it and this bowl had a right side-up triangle with a horizontal line through it.

"Who's Seim?" Lydia asked looking at the objects set on the forest floor.

"I'll tell you about it later." Bennett replied.

"Ok, first Lydia darling, I need you to go and stand in the center of the circle." Alyssa said, pointing towards the circle of cedar ash.

"Theur, I need you to light all of the candles and the incense." She said to Vartan, passing the small yellow lighter in his direction. He nodded and went on to do the task he was asked to do.

Passing a beautiful dagger towards Bennett, Alyssa said, "Suorin, I need you to add a couple drops of her blood to the Spirit bowl."

Bennett took the athame in his hand, the silver blade glistening brightly in the moonlight. The blade was simple silver but the silver handle of the knife twisting and contorted into the shape of a tree.

"Give me your finger" Bennett instructed Lydia. Without hesitation she pushed her hand into Bennett's outstretched palm. "It'll only hurt for a minute."

He took Lydia's right index finger and pricked it with the dagger, drawing blood. Picking up the bowl with the circle etched on it, Bennett squeezed Lydia's finger dropping 4 drops of blood into it. Lydia hissed slightly at the pressure but otherwise remained quiet. Placing the bowl back on the circle and walking back towards Alyssa, Bennett gave the knife back to his mother.

"Ok, it's time." She said to the gathering before her. "Theur, Suorin take your places around the circle."

Alyssa stood at the head of the circle, facing Lydia. For the first time since her arrival, Lydia showed nervous fear on her face. The feeling was momentary as Lydia began to feel a soft, calm feeling sweeping over her. It made her feel happy and content, completely at ease with the situation at hand. She closed her eyes, calling up memories of her childhood when her father was actually home, the happiness she felt when she was wrapped in Jackson's arm, and the warm feeling she got the first time he told her he loved her. Opening her eyes, she immediately looked over at Bennett who was smiling sweetly at her as she mouthed a silent thank you.

Alyssa raised her heavily jeweled hands towards the circle and closed her eyes, the other two boys following suit. The calmness that had invaded her body before was gone and again the fear crept into her body but the relaxing smell of cinnamon eased some of the tension.

"Mani commaent lerret cael dethol nae kha!" Alyssa began chanting, her eyes growing dark and wide. Bennett and Vartan began repeating after her.

"A lye nelde sii n'sul. Eshaal lyeliy lyeluth lyeumbar, ashan n'alaquel i'bell en commaent caeli. Lye sii'utune he luth na kuile, veelye yel i'lir ent beth naa hinual. Ed i'sanye ennelde ent nelde, veelye mernta desha tana!"

Picking up the dagger, Alyssa dipped the tip of the knife into the bowl that contained Lydia's blood and held the athame above her head.

"Drii maskan erek ent ear." She continued. "Ed lye quarlani suorinna!"

"Suorinna!" Vartan and Bennett replied. At this, Alyssa drove the blood tipped dagger into the ground.

The affects were immediate. The flame of the candles shot up and the air grew thick. The atmosphere hummed with magick so strong, it caused the trees to lean into the group's embrace. Above them, the night sky rumbled and lightning forked across the sky. The wind began to pick up, snuffing out all of the candles and scattering the herbs and ash all over the clearing.

"What's happening?" Vartan asked over the howl of the wind.

"She's stronger than I thought! The built up power is trying to free itself!" Alyssa replied, her hair whipping across her face.

Lydia suddenly dropped to the ground, clutching her head. They could see that her mouth was open but no sound could be heard. As quickly as she fell, her head snapped up and she looked straight into Bennett's eyes. Lydia's eyes had turned completely black. She threw her head towards the sky as her body began to lift off the ground.

Like some magickal crucifixion, Lydia hovered in the air for what felt like hours, her body almost bending in half, her black eyes as wide as her open mouth. The wind was reaching frenzy and rain had begun to fall all around them. The thunder rumbled even louder and all the three witches could do was watch in amazement as large hail balls began falling from the sky. Each of them felt like their very power was being drained from their bodies but no one felt it more than Bennett. He could feel himself losing some of his power and as hard as he tried, it seemed to slip right through his fingers.

Just as quickly as it had begun, Lydia's body went rigid as a huge wave of energy swept through the clearing, knocking everyone to the ground. Lydia's body dropped from the sky as the wind died down and the weather returned to its former calm.

And all that was heard was silence.

Lydia opened her eyes with a small groan and immediately shut them to the blinding light that invaded her vision. She could hear someone moving to her left and could feel the bed dip as they sat down next to her. She moved her head in the direction of the noise attempting to open her eyes again, the smell of vanilla greeting her.

"How are you feeling Sleeping Ugly?" The familiar voice asked her as she rubbed her eyes. She cracked them open once again and although still very bright, the light was less intense.

"Well, my head is killing me but surprisingly, I feel amazing. I've never felt so alive. It feels like there's fire running through my veins and everything seems so much clearer." Lydia said, fully opening her eyes and taking in Bennett's smiling face. He was wearing a long sleeve black shirt and his favorite pair of black drop-crotch pants. His hair appeared to be wet from a shower and he had dark circles rimming him tired eyes.

"That's magick." Bennett replied.

"So, what the hell happened?" Lydia asked, pulling herself up into a sitting position. She was in her bedroom and even though it was so bright when she first awoke, she realized it wasn't actually bright in the room at all. She also began to notice how different everything felt. The colors of her room seemed more vibrant and the smells were more intense. She could literally feel Bennett's relief and happiness and she could hear his words before he said them.

"After my mom finished the spell, it was like all of your magick came rushing back to you but it happened way too fast. I thought you were dead. When we brought you back home, you looked like death." Bennett replied.

"This feels so weird! I can hear your thoughts!" Lydia exclaimed.

"Wait, what?" Bennett said shockingly. "You shouldn't be able to hear me, I have mental blocks up. According to my mom, I'm the strongest witch in this family so you shouldn't be able to get through unless…you're stronger than me. That's why my magick is weaker. Now that I share the land with you, we share the land's magick and since you're now the Alpha witch, you get a greater amount than I do. You also seem a lot more adjusted than you should be. Mom said she wouldn't have been surprised if you woke up brain dead or something."

"That's a lovely thought coming from my aunt." Lydia said, climbing out of bed. She expected to feel tired or be in pain, but she really did feel amazing. "Speaking of your mom, where is everyone? I don't feel anyone else here."

"Well, your parents went to work. They thought you were drunk when they came in this morning to check on you and you wouldn't wake up." Bennett said laughing. "Vartan and my parents went back to San Francisco. My mom had to take care of some work thing in the city so it's just us until Stiles gets here."

Lydia walked over to her closet and began pulling clothes out of it while Bennett sat on her bed, idly flipping through the magazine she kept on her bedside table.

"About Stiles…what's going on with the two of you?" She asked, sticking her head out of the closet.

"What do you mean?" Bennett responded, not looking up from the page he was looking at.

"Come on B, Stiles has been in love with me for forever so I know what it looks like when he's crushing on someone and I know you. I see the way you two are around each other."

Bennett put the magazine back on the table and lay down on the bed.

"Ok, I'm not gonna lie and say I don't have feelings for him, especially now that you're super witch, but what could come of it? He's straight! And even if he wasn't, why would he be into me?"

"Ok yea, he is straight but I'm not so sure that's %100 and why wouldn't he like you? You're amazing! You're smart, funny, hot, and related to me. Admit it, you two are perfect together." Lydia said. She had moved from the closet and was standing in front of the mirror, holding a fitted knit sweater dress up to her body.

"I just don't want to ruin our friendship if it all went wrong, y'know? I would be fine never being with him romantically if I kept him as a friend."

"Look, being with Jackson taught me one thing- you've gotta grab love when you can. So stop being such a girl and tell him how you feel. I'm almost positive he feels the same way."

"Ok Dr. Phil, I get it." Bennett said, climbing off the bed and over to Lydia. "But if he rejects me, I swear I'll kill you."

Smiling at Bennett's reflection, Lydia turned looking him in eyes. "You could try but now that I'm the All-Powerful Lydia, you wouldn't stand a chance."

They both stood in silence looking at themselves in the mirror. Each of them thought about their futures. Bennett thought about where his relationship with Stiles was going and if they could truly be together. Lydia thought about how her world will now change now that she had magick on her side.

"Bennett?" Lydia asked, breaking the silence.

"Yea, Didi?"

"What's going to happen now?" She said, turning to face him.

"Honestly, I don't know. But what I do know is the battle has only just begun. This is only the beginning."

"The beginning of what?"

Turning around and walking towards the door, Bennett looked at Lydia, a serious look in his eyes.

"The beginning of the end."

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I am so sorry I posted this so late but I have been so unmotivated! Firstly let me say, whoever did the musical score for this episode is GENIUS! So good! And young Derek is really cute.

Am I the only one to notice that whenever there's tragedy on the show, no one really talks about it or really mourns? Aside from the statement Lydia made in the first episode, no one brings up Jackson. After they found Erica's body, there was no funeral and the only person who actually appeared to care was Boyd. And now he's dead so they'll probably ignore that too.

I originally intended Lydia's unbinding to happen sooner cuz I wanted it to happen on a new moon but since the full moon episode is coming up, it wouldn't have worked.

I knew from the beginning I didn't want this to be one of those stories where the main character was the strongest person in the story cuz that gets boring and predictable so I made Lydia stronger than him.

So, I made Bennett back in April before the third season started and I feel like I might be a little psychic cuz I just saw an old promo video of the eyes of Teen Wolf and the last one looks how I made the witches eyes look when they use magick. They're watching me!

I'll breach the ritual witch names I gave them in the next chapter but they are the Elvish version of one of the meaning of their names. I gave the witches flower names (except Bennett and Lydia) so Alyssa means "Alyssum", Dahlia clearly means "Dahlia" and Vartanian means "Rose Giver" but for their witch names, I used the other meaning of their names.

Alyssa's witch name is Seim (Say-eem) which means "Noble Kind", Bennett's witch name is Suorin (Swore-een) which means "Blessed", and Vartan's witch name is Theur (Thay-ur) which means "Shield". Dahlia has one but you'll have to wait to know it and Lydia will get one as well.

The words to the Unbinding Spell in English are:

What time and magic have chose to bind,

May we three now unwind.

Through our love, our power, our fates,

Rewind the hands of time and space.

We now ask her powers be awoken,

As we cast the spell and words are spoken.

By the laws of three times three,

As we will it, so shall it be.

Air, fire, earth, and sea,

By our souls, blessed be!

Blessed be!