Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

thirty ; sage connelly

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THIRTY;

SAGE CONNELLY

White walls impaired her vision.

The overbearingly dull color was enough for her eyes to water, trying to focus on her clothes considering they were the only thing with hue in the entire room. The second that she was capable of seeing properly, continuing to rapidly move her eyelashes, she caught on quickly that she wasn't alone in the barren place. Just a few inches from where she woke up on the ground were three tubs, all too familiar as the last sight she saw before she died. Her brain worked against her confusion and she lifted herself off of the ground, moving slowly over to the iced objects in fear that there would be no one inside of them — that she was alone in this place wondering how to find herself when she didn't even know who she was.

The second that she could see the ice floating, three figures burst from the water, all gasping for air like it hadn't been granted to them in years. Which, Sage feared, could be a possibility as she realized that there was no sense of time in this place. It was all moving slowly, and the blonde could only watch as the three in front of her whipped their heads around while their bodies dripped water. All of them stared at one another, but it didn't seem like the right time or place to be entering a conversation while in a foreign area. So, instead, their eyes just wandered around the room to try and find any sort of hint as to what they were supposed to be doing.

Sage's eyes landed on something differently than the others. While Allison, Stiles, and Scott all caught sight of the root of what must be the Nemeton, she had been given a different option. While her friends moved to find their parents, she was to find herself; and, she assumed that herself lay beyond the door on the opposite side of the room from her friends.

Without sparing another glance at the other three, she took slow strides over to the white door. She wouldn't have noticed it even being there had it not been marked with a black doorknob, screaming at her to pull it open and walk through. When she got in front of it, though, she began to question whether or not she actually wanted to open it— if she truly wanted to find out who she was was and what lay beyond the door.

She opened it anyway. The first thing that she felt when she walked through was warmth. Not heat warmth, but familiarity warmth. By the time she was glancing around, she realized why that was running through her veins, why she felt such a sense of familiarity. Sage was back where everything started.

The Hale house looked different than the way it was in present day. It looked like what it used to be, not a building set to be demolished with one too many memories. Everything was clean and fine cut, only the best for the Hale family. Sage remembered coming to the house every day to visit and immediately feel as though this was where she truly belonged. Wherever she felt safe was where the Hale's were. This was her home.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Sage's eyebrows furred and she whipped her head around to see that coming from behind her was a young blonde, pigtails slapping against her face as she began to run through the corridor of the house. A bright smile was shining on her face, large enough for Sage to smile herself, watching as the ten year old giggled while searching through the place. Sage quickly turned around a corner, careful to make sure that the girl didn't notice her.

The corner that she had turned around happened to lead her to see a face she wished she hadn't— or, rather three. Sage felt her chest begin to constrict as she realized she was now in the kitchen, out of sight from the three people but close enough to hear them; close enough that she could reach out her hand and touch them.