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oldestenemy · 7 months

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Three weeks after Darkmoor, the wizard has thrown themself fully back into the rebuild efforts in Dragonspyre. In all honesty there is not much building left to be done. Regina has done her work thouroughly and spectacularly, the school halls have been revitalized, the central commons area is free of obsidian and sulfur, student housing is very nearly complete.

So the wizard is doing rounds for other necessities. Creating a teleport hub like the one in the Basilica, with direct transport to the library, the Drake hatching nest, and the Great Spire. The Spire portal is mostly to keep a continued eye on the sleeping Dragon Titan, but once or twice they’ve seen the death students vanish through it for hours at a time. They don’t ask. They don’t really need to.

“You seem tired, my friend.” Sometimes the ghosts are too perceptive for their own good.

“I’m fine, Balthazar.” The wizard replies, robotic and empty as they flip through the recipe sheets in their hands. “There’s just a lot to be done.”

“I am sure, but rest is important for those of us who still rely on a physical body. The feat you and your friends have achieved is monumental, do not do it a disservice with your exhaustion.”

They huff softly in response, “The credit should go to the rest of the Ravenwood students rather than me. I was away for most of it.” A pause, folding the recipes and tucking them away. “Thank you for these, I was missing a few.”

“Of course, my friend.”

It’s not just the ghosts of course.

Every now and then people will stop them, send them away, tell them to rest when they notice that the wizard has been up and around for more than a few days at a time. Malorn and Penny most often and hardest to brush off, but others too, Ceren, Suzie, even Nolan stopped them once to say they should at least sit down a while.

They don’t mention that there are other reasons for their near constant wakefulness. It’s not just the need to escape being alone with their thoughts. No, though that is a constant, their main concern is that since returning from Darkmoor—

Nobody has seen Duncan Grimwater.

The other students share their concern (as best they can without knowing the whole story) the death students and the Gryphonbane’s in particular. They have brought this to the attention of any power that seems reasonable to bring it to, all the professors are aware, Sergent Muldoon was kind enough to notify the city guard that he was missing, they even went back to speak with the street heads, Lady Oriel, Prince Alicane, General Akilles, gods they even trounced Prince Gobblestone again just to ask the King.

Nobody has seen nor heard from Duncan.

And they cannot seem to get Headmaster Ambrose to care.

The conversation with him is steel seething through their mind. Still leeching anger and frustration out. He is probably in mourning. I am sure he will turn up soon. Best to focus on your own studies.

Every week they return to Wizard City—courtesy of Baldur and his ship (which, with some help from the Wizard and Regina, has been reinforced to withstand the sweltering heat of the Dragonspyre skies). Every week they make the rounds to check in. Every week there is no news.

They think about Duncan, alone after the final death of his professor and mentor, alone and newly touched by Shadow. They think about the Eclipse Tower. About the Hive and the Pit. They hope Duncan is smart enough not to push those powers, hopes seeing what happened to them was enough to scare him away from it. But they don’t really believe that’s true.

Maybe he’s better at figuring things out alone than they are.

Regardless.

Weeks pass.

No news.

The restoration the the Dragonspyre Academy of Magic is reaching completion.

The trees all have faces, young but speaking.

Phyll the Life Tree is the most talkative, the others tire quickly still. Sabrina assured everyone that this would change as the trees matured. Ashley seems happy to have company that isn’t Corpus. And Corpus, to his credit, seems in slightly better spirits.

“We have three empty school buildings left,” Regina says to the group now sitting in what was once—and is again—the Dean’s office. “I think it might be nice to institute a proper Balance classroom, since as of now, the only one is in Krokotopia.”

The group here consists of the wizard, Suzie, Ceren, Penny, and Marla.

“If you two—” Regina nods to Ceren and the wizard, “—can put together a planter box that will host a sapling from Niles, and maybe talk to Alhazared about potential curricula—”

It’s a little funny, the wizard thinks.

All of them students still—though young adults—part of Ravenwood, putting together an academy that does not belong to them.

Or maybe at this point, it does.

Suzie has already volunteered to be the Duelmaster for the academy, and Marla heads monstrology research along with assisting Milos at the library.

It’s become a sort of unspoken understanding.

That all of them want the Academy to be open again, to be an option for magical learning that extends open arms to the whole Spiral.

It’s nice.

Having a goal that isn’t world ending.

“One of the extra buildings,” the wizard says softly, eyes on their hands where they clasp atop the table. “I’d like to have a place for the Astral Schools here—they’re considered a lost art to so many, I think…I think it would be nice if they could be taught again, alongside everything else.”

“I’d love to learn Moon magic!” Marla pipes up instantly, “Sorry, I’ve been waiting for a good time to ask you about it—summoning creatures is one thing but becoming them is a whole other level of study and—” she stops, smiling a little sheepishly. “—Anyways, I think that’s a great idea.”

The rest of the group agrees, and so one of the remaining buildings will be adorned in the Astral School’s symbols.

And maybe, the wizard thinks, when things have settled, they might just have the makings of a future.

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spn-teenwolf-imagines36 · 7 years

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Protect you.

Stiles Little sister! reader x pack

I know I just did a Stiles sister imagine, but I got this idea as I was falling asleep and I had to write it. Hope you enjoy!

please request!!

italics are flash backs

You knew it was to late too call him, you had begged and begged Scott, Lydia, and Malia to let you call your older brother for help, but now it seemed no mater if you called him or not, you were all going to die. Scott had made it a point to everyone to keep you out of the loop to stop you from calling Stiles, but once you arrived to Scotts house with a cut on the back of your hand with raised eyebrow, they knew they couldn’t hide it anymore.

The pack huddled around the table of the McCall house, discussing plans, but there was an elephant in the room, y/n. “You know if she finds out, she is going to tell Stiles.” Malia pointed out and Scott sighed, looking down at the table and nodding “Which is why we aren’t telling her. Not only will she tell Stiles, she could become a target.” “But Gerard only wants to kill supernatural beings.” Liam spoke. Lydia nodded her head, “Yeah but, Gerard knows how to use weaknesses against us, and she is a weakness for almost all of us. He used Allison to get what he wanted from Scott, he knows y/n is like a sister to Scott and one of your best friends along with the rest of us, so he knows we will do anything for her, including sacrifice ourselves for her.” “Yeah, but she’s human, she’s innocent, he wouldn't--” Mason began, but Scott interrupted “You don’t know Gerard like we do.” he stated, looking up at his friends and stood up straight, rubbing his hands together, “The plan is to keep as much of this under wraps from her. Mason, Liam, and Corey you watch her at school, I don’t want her talking to Nolan or Gabe, they will back her into a corner which you won’t be able to get her out of. She does not find out anything, day goes on as usual, got it?” Scott stated, and the three boys nodded.

The plan was underway, and for a day or two it was fine. Sure Liam and Corey got some stares, but it wasn’t to noticeable, and when you’d ask, Liam would quickly mock it up to lacrosse. In Biology, Mason noticed some other students with cuts on their hands, and he bumped Corey’s shoulder. “What do you think that is from?” he asked his boyfriend and Corey shrugged, “Not sure, ask.” he mumbled as he scribbled notes in his notebook. “Psst!” Mason directed towards another student, “What happed to everyone’s hand?” the student looked at him and smirked slightly, “Nolan, Gabe, and Aaron are testing how fast people are healing in the library to see if they are like Dunbar.” he said, and turned his attention back to the board. Mason instantly turned cold, and turned towards his boyfriend, who wore a similar expression, obviously hearing. Looking at his best friend who sat in front of him, and watched as he clenched his fist and breathed heavily in anger.

Once the bell rang, the three wrangled outside the classroom as students began to fill the hall. “Okay, y/n was in history she has free period now and I know for a fact she has a history paper due and she wanted to work on it, so she would go to the library to do that, right?” Mason asked and Liam nodded, his anger evident upon his face. “You guys head towards her locker, I’m going to go to the library to see if I can catch her before they do.” Liam said, and the three nodded heading in their separate directions. Liam raced his way through the school as fast as he could, skidding around people, tripping on his own two feet just to get to you. Of course a few teachers yelled at him for running, so he stopped for a few paces, waited till he was out of sight and took off running again. Finally spotting your backpack right outside the entrance, reaching to open the door, skidding as fast as he could, his body slammed the door closed.

“H-Hey y/n, whatcha doing?” he asked, huffing and puffing, groaning in pain from the door. “Hey...” you trailed off. Confused, you cocked a small smile, but remained confused, “I need a few more resources for my paper, going to check out some books.” “Why don’t we ditch and go to the public library instead?” he said, smiling at you, but you tilted your head, growing more and more confused “Excuse me what?” you mumbled, shaking your head and sighing, placing your hand back on the handle and Liam instantly placed his over yours, “You can’t go in there.” he said, and you stared at him, and glared, “Liam--” “No listen to me, you can’t go in there.” “Why not?” you asked quickly growing annoyed. Liam couldn't come up with a reason, and you stared at him for a moment before humming in response and swinging the door open.

“Y/n, no!” he exclaimed, but it was to late. Aaron and Nolan took hold of Liam, pinning him against the wall, as Gabe grabbed your hand. You let out a shriek in surprise, and tried pulling away, “Sorry sweetheart, gotta make sure you’re not one of them. This might hurt a little.” Gabe said as he took the knife and sliced the top of your hand. You gasped and instantly punched him in the face. He backed away holding his nose, “What the hell?!” he growled. “Don’t call me sweetheart ever again you sociopath!” You exclaimed, and you watched as Nolan and Aaron let go of Liam, and he scrambled to follow you out. Once you were out and the door was closed, you groaned in pain, looking at both your hands, one covered with blood the other one starting to bruise from the force of the punch. Liam ripped a piece of his shirt and began to wrap your hand, “That was pretty badass...” he said with a small smirk, but once he noticed your confused, and somewhat fearful expression, he placed two fingers under your chin to make you look at him. “Hey...” he tried to say gently, but you interrupted “What the hell is going on here?!” you yelled, ripping your hand away, staring at him. “I want an explanation! And than you, I know it was badass, but I want to know what the hell is going on in this town!” you yelled, and Liam flinched and nodded, “To keep it short and simple, they were testing to see how fast you healed because they are hunters...Hunters trained by Gerard.” Once you heard his name your expression turned cold, “Bring me to Scott.”

You arrived at Scotts house, anger written on your face. Once Liam parked the car you quickly jumped out and raced inside the house. Whipping your head side to side, you noticed Lydia, Scott, and Malia all crowed behind the kitchen island. Scott looked up at the sound of the door opening and a smile stretched across his face, “Hey--” “Don’t you hey me! Have you lost your damn mind?!” You yelled and his face softened. Liam followed in, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down ashamed. “What happened?” Scott asked and Liam sighed, “Nolan and Gabe were testing people in the library, I tried to stop her, but she’s more like Stiles than I thought.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Scott bit his lip and sighed turning his attention back to you, “We were going to tell you I swear, but we had to figure everything out first.” He said, and you glared up at him, tense air filling the room. “Liar.” you claimed, and his eyes widened, “What?” “Your eyebrow twitches when you lie Scott, you've been friends with Stiles since you were four, I know you well enough to know your quirks.” You said, and he went to protest, but Malia stood up.

“You’re right, he is lying.” She said, walking over to the two of you, and you looked at Scott than back at Malia, you could see him begging her not to tell you, but she didn't listen. “We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to call Stiles and tell him.” she said and your eyes widened as you turned your attention to Scott again, “You didn’t call Stiles?!” you yelled and he jumped slightly. You let out a sarcastic laugh and pointed at him, “You, you Scott McCall, are out of your damn mind if you think you can do this alone.” You said as you took a few steps away and pulled your phone out your pocket. “What are you doing?” Scott asked, “What does it look like? I’m using my brain unlike you and calling Stiles.” you claimed, and Scott ripped the phone away before you had the chance, “No. we have everything under control.” he said and you raised your cut hand, “Doesn’t look like it Scotty boy!” you exclaimed, and he took both your hands and examined them, “ Why is one bruised?” he asked and you looked away, mumbling, “It’s fine” under your breath. Scott sighed, and turned to Liam, “She punched Gabe when he cut her hand.” Liam admitted, and you glared at him as Scott turned his attention back to you, dropping your hands “You punched him?!” he exclaimed and you nodded. Scott sighed and sat on the couch. “Okay, listen, Malia and I are going out tomorrow to figure somethings out, you are going to stay with Lydia.” he said and you groaned, but Lydia smirked, coming up and hugging you sideways, “Oh come on it will be fun! We can go to the movies, mani, pedis all that good stuff.” you looked at her, and though her smile did warm your heart a bit, you were still angry at Scott for not telling you or Stiles. “Fine but the minute everything goes south, I’m calling Stiles.” you stated and Scott nodded slightly handing your phone back.

You spent the night at Scotts house, he felt a little weary about you being at home by yourself since you punched Gabe. The next morning you woke up and heard Lydia calling for Scott, but he was already gone. You raced down the stairs after getting dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, converse, and one of Stiles’ flannels tied around your waist. “Lydia, are you read-- Woah, sour wolf here.” You said, noticing Peters presence, a slight smirk on your face. “Every time I see you, miniature Stiles, I think there’s no way you could be more agitating than your brother, but I’m always proven wrong.” He said with a sarcastic smile and you returned the expression. “As I was saying, Lydia are you ready to go?” you asked and she sighed, “Something came up, y/n...” She trailed off, and you nodded, a smile plastered on your face, “It’s okay, go on, I’ll stay here.” “Are you sure?” she asked, and you nodded, “Yeah, it may be better that way.” you said and she smiled, “Okay don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.” and you nodded in agreement, watching her and Peter walk out the house. Once you heard the car engine roar away, you ripped out your phone, pulled up your contact list, and your thumb hovered over Stiles’ contact. ‘Once everything goes south, I’m calling...Scott agreed’ you thought to yourself, and you bit your lip as you pressed his name and placed the phone to your ear. “Hey this is Stiles Stilinski, you have reached my voicemail, leave your name and I’ll call you back when it’s most convenient for me.” You heard and you shut your eyes and groaned, leaving a message, “Hey Stiles...I need you to call me back as soon as you can, something is happening...something bad and I don't have time to explain on voicemail so please call me.” you spoke and hung up.

You held your phone close to your chest as you took deep breaths and paced around the foyer of Scotts house, but a sudden sound caught your attention. A car door slamming close. “She’s in there.” you heard a voice that sounded familiar, it made your blood run cold. Gabe. You backed away from the door slowly, as you quietly grabbed your bag and phone, racing up the staircase as fast as you could before he busted up in the house and did something. You made your way into Scott’s room and shut the door behind you, locking it as you backed against his bed. First, you called Scott...he didn’t answer, then you tried Lydia, she didn't answer either...You tried Malia, sent to voicemail. Cursing to yourself, you glanced around the room, trying to find a place to hide, but no where was good enough. You glanced at the window...this could possibly be your worst idea ever, but it was your only option to escape whatever was coming for you. You opened the window as quietly as possible and threw your bag down and watched it land on the ground a story below you. You stared at the ground for a moment, shutting your eyes tightly as you swung your legs over the edge and sat there. Breathing deeply, you were trying to brace yourself for the pain you would feel if you landed the wrong way, but now wasn't the time to second guess yourself because, as you were about to just hide in the closet, the doorknob began to jiggle. You glanced back down at the ground, took a deep breath, shut your eyes and jumped, but you never felt the hard impact of the ground. Instead, you felt strong arms catch you.

Opening your eyes, you glanced up at who had caught you, and behold it was Peter Hale. He smirked down at you as he placed you on your feet, whispering, “I still have a heart you know.” You nodded your head and grabbed your bag as he grabbed your hand, running with you to the car, pushing you in the backseat, then hopping into the front and driving off before being noticed and caught. You sat back and let out the breath you had been holding for so long. “What just happened?” you asked, “You seemed to have pissed off the wrong person.” Peter said. “How did you know they were coming?” you inquired and Lydia sighed, “A feeling...” she mumbled, and you looked up at her, fear racing in your mind. “A feeling that someone was going to die?” you asked and she nodded, looking down, but then turning to face you, “But hey, it might’ve not had been you, so everything’s okay.” she said, a fake smile peering upon her face.

The day dragged on and on, and the moon was peering out from the clouds, you remained silent in the back seat while Lydia and Peter tried to figure out where Scott and Malia were. Pulling up to a shipping unit, the two elders unbuckled and demanded you stay in the car until they got back. You listened, and stayed in your seat. What Lydia had told you shook you to the core. She felt someone was going to die in the house...you against hunters...it had to be you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn't over. You pulled out your phone to see if Stiles called you back...he didn't. You sighed and slumped in your seat, drumming on your knees with your thumbs until something in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Two or three black SUVs pulled up and you knew what was about to happen. “Son of a bitch...” you whispered, as you jumped out the car and made your way towards the pack and watched as they all frantically argued with each other. “Guys!” you exclaimed, running towards them, “Hunters, they’re here!” you yelled and before you even had a chance to catch your breath gunshots rang out in the parking lot.

You all watched as Deucalion dropped to the ground with probably over twenty bullets in his chest. “Run!” Scott yelled, and you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you behind a trash can. You stayed as still as possible hearing the bullets bouncing off the metal trash can, not wanting to risk getting injured. You glanced around watching everyone take cover, looking at Scott something came out from behind him. The familiar blue jeep rolled up, and you gasped as you saw your brother. “Stiles!” You exclaimed as you pushed yourself to your feet, and with a leap of faith started running towards the jeep, but you suddenly stopped feeling a sharp pain in your abdomen. “No!” you heard someone scream as you fell to your knees, clutching your stomach. The gunfire had stopped and all the hunters were crowding into their cars and sped away.

Stiles jumped out the jeep, and ran to you, tears streaming down his face as he knelt down in front of you to hold you up, holding his hand to your wound. “Hey, hey, hey...y/n, hey, you’re going to be okay.” he whispered, untying the flannel from around your waist and placing over the gunshot wound that was spewing blood. A small weak smile appeared upon your lips, “You came...” “Of course I came, you think you were going to do this without me.” he said, taking in your form, trying to hold you up on your knees, but all you wanted to do was lay down. “Stiles...” you whispered weakly your voice cracking as tears began to stream down your face. Stiles shook his head, “ No, you’re okay...nothing a little stitch can’t fix up.” he said to you, holding your face in a firm grasp to keep you looking at him, “Y/n, you’re going to be okay.” he said, his voice shaking. Your knees began to shake as you grew weaker and you slumped forward into his chest. “Easy, easy...” he mumbled as he laid you down in his lap, pushing your hair out your face. Blood started to form on your lips as you took in sharp, deep, wheezing breaths, “Stiles, I feel so cold...” you whispered, and he looked down at you, shaking his head, “Scott go get a jacket from my car.” he said, and Lydia stepped up, knelt down and looked at her boyfriend, “Not that kind of cold Stiles...” She said, taking his free hand and placing it in your hand and he gasped, a sob escaping his lips. “No, you’re not going to die! I promised mom I would protect you. I am not letting you die!” he said, shaking his head, holding you tightly. “Stiles you did protect me...” you whispered, groaning in pain as you squeezed his hand tightly, “I punched one of the hunters...” you said and he laughed softly, looking down at you, “Why did you do that?” “Because I have an awesome big brother who showed me how to protect myself.” you said, and smiled up at him. Stiles let a few more tears escape his eyes, and he held you tighter as he knew you were nearing death. “Tell dad I love him...” you mumbled and Stiles nodded. Your breathing began to speed up as you looked up at him, and nodding slightly with a weak smile, as your grip on his hand began to loosen, your eyes began to close, but you were trying to hold on as long as possible. Stiles sucked in a deep breath, “It’s okay, it’s okay...” he whispered kissing the top of your forehead, as he watched you take your final breaths, “I’m proud of us..” you were able to whisper as you finally let your body go, turning ice cold and your breathing completely stopping.

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