Darkest of Hearts

Chapter Fourty-four|The Ghost of a Star

  Lily laid her head on the table in Scott's kitchen. Melissa and Argent had been taken with everyone else and there was no way to get them back with out remembering Stiles which was something none of them could do. This whole thing would end it just Lydia being left and maybe Lily she somehow found her way back to Narnia.
  "Now what?" Liam asked.
   "We find another way." Scott said trying to sound like a louder.
   "There isn't one." Lily said lifting her head. "We've already tried every way possible."
  "You don't know that" Lydia said.
   "Lydie, we're not going to get win this battle" Lily said when suddenly a flash of blue filled the room. When the light dammed as beautiful ghostly blue woman stood in front of them.
  "Hello sons of Adam and daughters of Eve" the lady said. "I am Queen Liliandil of Narnia, daughter of the Star Ramandu, wife of King Caspian the tenth and mother of Prince Rilian."
  "How are you here?" Lily asked "I predicted your death. I was at your funeral."
  "I still am dead Lilianna but I am Star and I will always shine in the sky as will you" Liliandil told her.
  "Lily you know her?" Scott asked.
  "Yes, she the wife of someone who's practically my brother" Lily told them. "Liliandil, why are you here?"
   "You have lost hope of finding your friend" Liliandil said. "I find it odd that the Courageous Queen who told my not lose hope of finding Rilian, lost hope."
  "It's different with Rilian" Lily said "he wasn't erased from existence."
  "You are as stubborn as I remember" Liliandil said. "If you want to get your friend back, first you most find away to remember who he was to you, remember a moment that only you shared with him and only the will you know how to find him."
  With that the blue star left the pack alone once again. As they sat in silence the sheriff entered the house.
  "I have a son" he told them "his name is Mieczylaw Stilinski but we call him Stiles. I remember when Stiles was a little kid he couldn't say his first name, the closest he ever got was mischief and Claudia called him up till her very last day. One day he dragged his best friend Scott out into woods, getting him bit by a werewolf. And where all here today because of that."
  "How'd you remember" Lydia asked.
  "It started with his jersey then his red ball of yarn for his crime broad" The sheriff told them. "Slow it all came back and then this rift opened and before it closed I think I saw him"