Deception

Strength and Healing

"The strength ruin is a little more difficult to create as instead of just our magic, it enhances our own physical strength. Most ruins that affect us physically are more difficult to create but despite this, it is the second easiest and most common ruin among us" Kirah said, once again sounding like he'd swallowed a text book. 

"So, do we create the ruin like how I created the levitation ruin?" Stiles asked eagerly. 

Kirah nodded, frowning "Its similar but this ruin is more about defence and force, so make sure that comes across is your mind" 

Stiles absorbed the information easily, his mind already running with images of what he wanted. 

He closed is eyes and concentrated on his breathing, just like with the levitation ruin, he thought and pictured strength, he pictured himself easily breaking Derek's hold. He imagined himself keeping up easily with the pack, their shocked expressions, hilarious. Stiles imagined not getting shoved out of the way again, to be the one able to shove back. Not to be choked or hurt by the bad guys that constantly threatened Beacon Hills and hurt him, trying to get to the pack. Not needing to wait for the pack to come rescue him. 

He felt almost like his magic was asking what he wanted to use this ruin for. 

The levitation was for defence but also a tool. 

What was the strength Ruin for? 

Strength... 

I want to protect... 

His fathers face flashing through his mind and his own, tied down, beaten by supernaturals. 

But he couldn't pretend with what else he wanted, it wasn't as pure as protection and sent his magic coiling around him in a new aggressiveness and anger. 

Attack and revenge. 

This would not be a defence ruin. 

Finally he admitted to himself why he wanted it, what he'd use it for, imaging what he'd use it for, grasping his energy and holding it around his imagination and will. This is what I want. 

Then he could see it, the strength ruin, it again was similar to Kirah's with a circle and symbol inside but unlike Kirah's the edges more jagged and not as tidy. 

Stiles withheld a gasp of pain, instead of like it just hurting a certain part of his body, it hurt every where, like fire burning inside his blood, all his muscles tensing tightly together. So tight it hurt. But it especially hurt at the back of his hand. He lifted his arm without the ruin, holding out his hand, the top of his hand was growing slightly red and sore. 

Stiles watched as his magic started to work, stitching the ruin into his skin with his golden and hazel magic that looked more like thread like substance, turning black when it touched the skin, feeling like a needle was stabbing into his hand each time. 

Finally after what felt like hours, the ruin was complete. 

The pain quickly vanish but unlike last time it left a strange ache around the rest of his body. Stiles let out a gasp as he looked at it. 

Kirah looked worriedly at him. 

"I...um guess this is what you meant?" Stiles asked shakily. 

The ruin looked like Kirah's, but there was one huge difference. The thickness. It was a dark deep black and it was so thick and wide in width that it could be passed as a completely different ruin to Kirah's. It was smaller than his but it was wider, much wider, distorting the symbol inside the circle.