Be Your Own Anchor - Sciam (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

Scott's POV
"Here," I said as I picked Liam up after helping all the others. "Deaton," I said as he carried me out to his car. Stiles, Malia, Lydia, and Kira were in Stiles's Jeep while me and Liam were on my bike. "Stiles, are you good to drive," I asked concerned since he looked a little out of it. "Yea," I said, "Malia took some of the pain away, so I should be fine to make it to Deaton's." "Let's go," I said.

It was maybe 5-10 minutes before we reached the animal hospital. We pulled into the back parking lot. I still had to carry Liam, so I wasn't able to unlock the backdoor. Instead I broke it down. We rushed inside and saw Deaton looking at some files on the table. He immediately cleared the metal table and let me set Liam down. "What happened," Deaton asked looking at Liam, then Malia who was being helped by Stiles and Kira who was being helped by Lydia. "New kid," I said not even taking my eyes off Liam, "He was something, smelled liked fire, ashes, and lightning." "Impossible," Deaton said as he began to assess Liam's wounds. "Well its not, all 3 of us smelled it," I said getting angry since Liam was taking forever to heal. "There's only one creature that has that scent," Deaton said as he applied some sort of herbs to Liam, causing him to squirm. I tightened my grip as he continued, "But we've believed they've been extinct for over 300 years." "What," I said as I took some more of Liam's pain, watching the black veins appear on my arms, "What is supposed to be extinct?!!" "Phoenix," Deaton said. For some reason everything got quiet until Lydia spoke up. "That's why he had a strange sense of death," She said with a look of realization on her face. "What," Malia said. "Phoenix die and are reborn from the ashes," Lydia said. "Still doesn't explain how this kid is a Phoenix," Deaton said, "The fire the Druids used 300 years ago was made to kill Phoenix." "And it did," Ben said. We all turned to see him leaning against the wall. Malia began growling. "Hey hey," he said throwing his hands up as if surrendering, "truce; I'm here to explain." "Malia, let him speak," I said. "I guess I should start out by introducing myself," Ben said walking towards the center of the room.

"My name is Bennu, after the ancient Egyptian deity linked with the sun, creation, and rebirth. My parents died when I was 15. I got emancipated at 16. I moved here after feeling the pull of the Nemeton. Big mistake reactivating that by the way. I didn't come here to hurt anyone; I came to find a fresh start," He said, "Now about how I'm alive. I come from a line of the Ancients." Deaton gasped. "They're supposed to have been extinct for over 400 years, how," Deaton said shocked. "Well, Ancients are very good at blending in among the Moderns," Ben said. "Ancients? Moderns? Explain please," Liam said sitting up. "A Phoenix is either a Modern or an Ancient. A Modern Phoenix can only produce either fire or electricity. Never both, if they try then they end up bursting into flames but never regenerating," Ben began explaining while producing fire and electricity to help provide a visual, "An Ancient Phoenix is very rare, they only come around every 50-100 years or so, kind of like a True Alpha. Actually, whenever a True Alpha obtains their power, so does an Ancient Phoenix. For some reason, True Alphas and the Ancients have been linked for as long as I can remember." "What do you mean as long as you can remember," Stiles asked. "When we are reborn, we don't exactly rise from the ashes. We can, but we can also choose to be born naturally to restart the cycle of life," Ben said turning to Stiles, "I've been reborn at least 50 times, but I haven't always come back as an Ancient. I have been a Modern, but I've tried to rise to my Ancient self resulting in my death everytime except once." "Which time did you not due when trying to regain your power," Kira asked. "This time," Ben said, "After my parents died I began to produce some sparks of electricity. I knew I needed to be strong if I was to get emancipated, but somehow I ended up strengthening myself to the point where I was stronger physically, emotionally, mentally, and magically. I soon began to produce flames along one arm and electricity along the other. The main reason I let Nemeton lead me here was because I was in trouble." "What kind of trouble," I asked. "Ancients have the ability to combine our fire and electricity, but it's difficult to learn. The first time I tried, I ended up setting a car on fire. When I finally succeeded, I got so excited that I lost control and set my house on fire. The fireman said it was an electrical fire, but this one cop didn't believe it. He thought that I was acting out. He kept digging and digging. He was close to finding out that it wasn't faulty electrical equipment until I set his car aflame with all the evidence inside and skipped town." "Oh," Lydia said. "This brings me to why I'm here," Ben said motioning around him, "I want to join you guys. I'm the last of my kind, and we travel in flocks. So, if I don't find one soon, well let's just say that what happens to lone wolves happens to us too. I came to apologize, and try to start gaining your trust." "Just because you told us a story," Malia said standing up, "Doesn't mean we trust you even a little." "Maybe this will change your minds," Ben said reaching into his bag and pulling out a box. He handed it to me. It looked ancient and elegant. It had these Victorian style designs on it. "Open it," he said. I opened it and saw what looked like a heart, but it wasn't a human heart. I picked it up and held it in the light. It was like glass, and it looked like flames and electricity were flowing inside it. "Is that-," Deaton began. "Yes," Ben interrupted. "What is it," I asked. "It's is heart," Deaton said looking at it in amazement, "or at least the heart of his Phoenix." "Whoever possesses the heart of a Phoenix can control it," Ben said. He just gave me complete power over him. He gave me his heart.

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