Childstilesstilinski Stories

As his consciousness faded and his back went flush with the bottom of the pool, he heard a voice in the back of his head. "You are not alone, Mieczyslaw. The spark in your veins shall protect you. Breathe, Mieczyslaw. The water shall fill your lungs but become the air you need. Open your eyes, Mieczyslaw. Open your eyes and greet the dawn."

"I am sorry for how little Mischief was treated. I'll make it up to him somehow." As Peter headed towards his nephew, he said, "Join us at the hotel for a movie night. He'll forgive you in a heartbeat." Deucalion chuckled. "Consider it done."