Lydia's pov:
"Lydia!?" Stiles shouts from my room upstairs and Allison and I exchange glances before jogging upstairs to him.
"L-Lydia, somethings wrong." Stiles cries, his voice shaking and he's curled up in a ball on the corner of my bed. The room is almost pitch black and Allison strides across the room to open up the blinds on my window.
"ALLISON DON'T!" Stiles yells but it's too late.
Sunlight filters into the room and we both gasp at the sight. The light passes through Stiles now standing body and he looks down at himself with shame. Allison slowly closes the blinds, leaving a trembling and disheveled boy in the middle of my room. He slumps to the floor, on the brink of tears and I sit next to him as he shakes.
"I don't know how it happened. I-I don't know." He weeps, rocking back and forth and I grab onto him as he mutters "I don't know." Repeatedly.
Stiles had finally calmed a little, a few sniffles here and there as he sat on the edge of my bed now. Allison lifts up the shades slightly so sunlight shines on only half of his body, passing through him like a ghost.
"Okay?" I ask and Stiles nods. My hand passes through the part of his body the light shines and I almost gasp.
"We need to see Deaton. Now." Allison says and I nod.
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"And it's only with sunlight?" Deaton asks, poking and prodding at Stiles while he sits on a large metal table. I nod, telling him how my hand passes through his body.
"I don't get it. None of us get it." I tell him and he sighs.
"I've only seen this once before. With you, Lydia." Deaton says and I furrow my brows, sitting next to Stiles while taking his hand in mine.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"What the author failed to mention is that the myth of the prince of winter is not a myth at all. Stiles was once a living breathing human. When someone put the story down to paper, Stiles was–in a sense– reborn." Deaton explains.
"He doesn't know it but, all his 'inexplainable' moving around is fairly explainable. Part of his soul is looking for the reincarnation of Emory. That's where you come into play, Lydia."
"Are you trying to tell me I'm Emory?" I ask and Deaton half nods.
"In a sense. Before you, it was your grandmother. Before your grandmother it was her grandmother dating all the way back to," he pauses, looking at Stiles. "Emory."
"Then what's happening to me?" Stiles asks, his voice cracking slightly.
"You've finally found her again. In a way, you're evolving but to explain it more simply, you're becoming human."
"Why didn't we just come to him when all the weird stuff was happening first? Hm? He knows everything!" Allison exclaims, slightly frustrated.
"So this is good? I'll get to finish the life I never had?" Stiles asks. There's silence.
"That's a long pause..." I say and Deaton sighs.
"Not everything works out perfect...Stiles? May I speak with you alone?" Deaton asks. He hesitates but nods, leaving the room with the veterinarian.
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Stiles pov:
"You're telling me to emotionally and physically detach myself from Lydia?" I ask, slightly angered. "That doesn't make sense! If anything I should be with her twenty-four seven since she's the one bringing me back!"
"I understand...but things are going to come for you. You're not going to get your life back without a fight and Lydia will only make you weaker, more vulnerable." Deaton speaks calmly and I shake my head.
"I can't. I can't do that." My voice cracks and I start to fidget a little.
"But you'll have to. Give her one good day. One good day until you'll have to..." He trails off but I know what he's getting at. I just wish I wouldn't have to.
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Authors note:
YAY!!!!!!! And...and nay but kinda yay? Soooo this chapter goes out to obrienscute because your comments make me laugh/smile and ily😂❤️ Also, thanks to anyone else who votes/comments or even if you're just reading!
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-Chloe
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