To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Soon

Stiles gently reaches out and touches the thread, leading out of the room, leading towards the air district. He could feel it. Like her magic was reaching out to him, beckoning him forward. 

"Mieczyslaw?"

He blinked a little, he hadn't heard her come in. 

Only two people where comfortable enough around him to call him by his real name. 

Alicia and Madam Rucia. 

Madam Rucia stood before him, looking at him worriedly. 

"Are you alright? You've been staring at empty space for a couple of minutes?" 

"I'm okay, sorry for worrying you but someone else isn't" 

He looked more serious and grim as he told her "The Lady of Air is dying" 

The elder women stiffened, she looked at him in surprise and shock "How can this be?" 

"We're not immortal I suppose, even I'm not" 

He wondered morbidly when his time would come, hopefully he'd have to wait a while before the Silver Soul decided on his replacement. 

"Its no good worrying, she needs you right now" 

Stiles let out a sigh as he said, thinking about now he'd have another District to take care of and try and find her replacement "Everyone seems to need me" 

"But" He added before Madam Rucia could respond "If I'm needed, really needed then how can I say no?" 

She beamed at that, pride shining in her eyes. 

Without any effort he created a portal to the Air District, with some swift movements of his hands, he made sure that it was connected to her thread of energy so where ever she was, the portal would open near her. 

He turned to Madam Rucia. 

"I...don't really want to do this by myself. Will you come with me?" 

The elder women's smile widened even more. 

"You don't need to ask" She said kindly. 

Stiles gave her a thankful smile back before he stepped through the portal, expecting it to lead him to the Lady of Air's throne room but to his surprise instead of the probably fancy insides to her home. 

He stepped out of the portal into fresh air and an open garden in which he could see no end. Flowers where everywhere, only small sections of a cobbled pavement through the middle of the garden made sure he was not stepping on them. 

A gentle breeze circled around him, picking up petals from the ground, then leaving him to swirl around someone else. 

Stiles turned to see the Lady of Air, standing a couple of feet before him, the wind making a mini tornado, picking up the petals of the thousands of flowers that sat proudly around them. 

Soon hundreds of petals where in the air, some fluttering to the ground, as if this was the winds way of mourning. 

Madam Rucia stood behind him, watching the petals in awe, it was so beautiful. 

Stiles let his own power overwhelm his voice.

"It is your time my Lady"

She didn't seem that bothered, more calm than anything "The other Lords and Ladies will come soon, they have felt me, like you"

Stiles nodded but he said, making sure to keep their conversation formal, he definitely didn't want to leave her with a bad impression before her time was up "I have to say, you do look very well despite how you are fading away my Lady" 

"Mmmm, I'm not at deaths door yet but it will be very soon" She replied shortly. 

Stiles echoed her, he didn't know her very well but he couldn't stop his own heart from feeling heavy "Soon"