A/N: Uh, never thought I'll get so addicted to a series that I won't work at all.

Got less than 48 hours to do everything now, sounds like fun to me.

Anyway, picture on top isn't mine. The new characters eyes look like that.

Enjoy!

Weirdos,

Stiles POV:

Hospital beds are just, so uncomfortable. When you lay down, your back basically hits a brick wall consolidated with concrete. And the annoying sound of all these machines you're hooked too can drive any man to insanity. It's not the worst thing about hospitals too; the worst of all is the smell. On top of the medicine perfume, the air is charged with desperation and sickness.

Each time I breathe, the air entering my lungs feels dirty, sick, charged with bacteria. Makes me want to burn this place down.

Uh, that's not normal. I always hated hospitals. But this feels weird, I literally feel each dead cell on my skin, I feel the blood pumping in my heart. Sounds like a hurricane.

I frown, alone in this dark room. Hypersensitive.

The door suddenly opens letting thought a blinding ray of light. Melissa, followed by my dad steps in the room.

Her hands move in slow motion, approaching the light switch.

I close my eyes tightly, and hide my face in the horrible hospital pillow. The light still blinds me for a couple seconds despite my barriers.

'' Stiles, you're awake ? I need to check on your vitals before we take you home. '' the nurse says in a soft voice.

The mention of my home immediately makes me react, anything to leave this horrible place.

''Awake and ready to go !'' I answered in a cheerful tone.

''How are you doing Stiles? Still painless?'' she asked

'' Fine, nothing to signal for the moment. That's a good thing right?'' I replied

'' Yes, I think. Druid healing isn't really my domain. I'll just run a couple of test to make sure everything is okay before you go home.''

An idea pops in my head, I already knew the answer, but if I ask I'll sound less suspicious and remove any suspicion.

''There's no risk that I....uh.... turn? You know what I'm talking about right?'' I asked, faking my anxiety for once.

''I talked to Deaton; he said you're probably fine. The mixture healed you fast enough. But if you feel any different, go straight to the Animal Clinic.'' She replied

Melissa starts running all the little test, for more precautions she decided to make sure of everything: ears, tension, pupils (worried they'll change color, but well on that department), reflexes... The last one comes quickly: heart monitoring.

The nurse frowns a little the stethoscope still in her ears.

''What? What is it? Something weird about my heart?'' I nervously asked.

She watches me in disbelief, eyes blinking twice before giving my answer.

'' Just, the stethoscope. I think it's broken.''

'' What do you mean by broken?''

'' I'm hearing two heart beats, not one. And the monitor isn't showing anything, so yeah the problem must come from the stethoscope.''

My dad advance, stands next to Melissa. He offers her a discreet smile.

''I'm sure it's the stethoscope, can I...uh... get a private moment with my son? We need to talk. ''he said.

'' Oh sure! I'll go get another one, and sign some papers to get Stiles out. Both of you need to rest, you look exhausted too. Nurse advice you don't argue.'' She declared before walking out of the room, leaving the 'broken stethoscope' behind.

My dad waits for her to leave; he then checks the hallway and closes the door behind him. Then he turns to me. He sights and asks:

'' You're not fine are you?''

'' I feel fine, but I don't think I am... right?''

He distantly plays with his sheriff star, turning it right, then left. Again and again.

'' I'm guessing the stethoscope wasn't broken? '' he nervously demands.

I pass it to him, he places it in his ears and on my heart, for more than a minute he listens to my heart beats, he drops the stethoscope on the table and leaves out a sight, again.

'' Definitely two hearts in there, is there anything else I should know? I feel like you're hiding something from me.'' He remarked

I pause, unsure of what would be my next move.

'' Before you came in all of my senses seemed advanced.'' I admitted

''By advance you basically mean supernaturally advanced?''

'' Yeah... So, I, uh, heard you got an emergency call. You found a new body didn't you?''

''Stiles, let's not talk about it. I'd rather forget about what I witnessed.''

''Can I see the body?''

''Don't you think we have bigger problems for the moment? You do know that you laid a punch on Scott? When he left the hospital, he still had a purple bruise on his cheek! You're getting stronger and I don't know if you'll be able to control yourself! I don't even know if our basement could hold you!'' he snapped

I felt hurt, my own father don't have faith in me. Better prove him he's wrong.

''It was the adrenaline effects! I was scared, stressed and in a tree chased by - what I thought was your - murder!''

At the last word, the light bulb blew up sending glass shards everywhere on my dad. A little bloody line formed on his cheek. I gasp in horror at what I just did.

In the background we could hear screams and protestation from different other patients. Guess I blew every light bulb of the building.

My dad turns to me, his mouth only forming a straight line traducing all of his concern.

'' I... I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen. I.... wasn't controlling it.'' I shamefully whispered.

His expression softens. He places his hand on mine, to comfort me.

''It wasn't your fault Stiles, I pushed you to your edges too.''

As a response I brush my hand on his wound, it suddenly fades. Leaving no scratch behind.

He sadly smiles, Melissa comes in and told us that was the best moment to get out; we used the chaos that I created, and passed through a wave of confused patients toward the exit doors.

Nisarga POV :

It wasn't like I expected it to be, no one really saw the Spirit Realm, for many reasons : it's forbidden by the royal laws, a sacrifice is required and this Realm or at least its legend scared everyone

Rare are the Dragons or Dracions that entered this world, and rarest are the alive and sane ones.

The Spirit Realm was known to be a Supernatural Souls Prison, Kind of like Hell without any torture reserved for supernatural. All beast or creature who were evil when alive ended up here. At least that's what the Kingdom's legend says.

According to the legends, someone could take out souls from the prisons, the Guards can leave a soul out in exchange for a precious and rare object.

Eight years ago, dragons scales wouldn't have been considered as rare items, but since the end of the war, a sane dragon scale was considered as a really rare item, they weren't that much already.

One of the biggest risks of this Realm was the fact that this place could basically make anyone insane. One of the grand rules was : ''watch your tongue ''. If the Guards don't appreciate your language they won't let you in. Stuck in between Realm the body tends to get cut in half, one in each Realm.

All these informations were replaying in my mind, I've been trained to do this. The three Dragon scales seemed heavy in my pocket. I knew the souls I had to free from this Realm, a part of me was screaming to not do it but too late, I already stepped in, there's no turning back. Unnless the Guards are feeling kind enough to free me. In that case I'll just have to confront King Angus's anger.

No thanks, I'd rather get cut in half.

I entered a gray room, no floor ceiling wall. In front of me was another door.

This one was giant made out of a weird material. The legend says these doors and the cells are made out of all existing form of wolf bane and metal that could kill any supernatural creature. On top of that, it was covered with symbols from any language.

In front of these doors, were standing two giant. Size at least of three grown man they had no face. They were both made out of black fog, with a giant red eye in the middle of the 'face' (A/N : Picture of the eye on top). They're red eyes saw me, the intruder in their domain.

I get suddenly pushed, I was now standing in front of the doors, between both Guards.

Their close presence send horror chills trough my body, cold sweat descending of my spine, creating an ice cold trail on my back. I felt the leaves of my tattoos shrink, their color faded.

A sudden wave of energy hits me like a hurricane. I felt it breaking every inch of magic I had. But even thought I felt destroyed from the inside, my face stayed blank. The Guards were trying to make me bow in front of their power, testing my limits. I couldn't flinch if I wanted a chance.

Still frozen, I stayed in that position for what it seemed hours. You can't talk to a Guard, the Guard talks to you. They judge if you're worth their attention. If not the only thing left is to pray to them to make it quick and painless.

The red eyes turn to me, staring at me. Scanning my soul, my history, my victories and defeats . I held their glare. Memories of the King's orders echoing in my skull : ''Don't show any weakness, be the last one to run.''

My eyes were watering with the weight of their judgment, the pressure was rising up breaking into all of my defenses.

I thought I lost, I thought it was over. But then they spoke to me, in my mind. Their blank faces returned glaring at emptiness.

Their voices were loud, rusty, like if they haven't talked since ages. My ears were bleeding under the pressure their voices were creating.

''Speak.''

I spoke, first presented my identity. The Guards kept quiet at first. Then their voices boomed in my mind, making my nose bleed too.

'' Who do you demand and what do you have in exchange.''

I closed my eyes and showed them the gifts I had : three precious Dragon Scales.

'' I have three demands in exchange of these precious rare and powerful gifts, offered by the King of the Dracions in exchange for three favors from the Guards '' I announced, surprised by my stable tone.

After a moment of silence, the voices boomed in my mind again. Each time making it more painful.

''Speak.''

'' I demand the freedom of two souls, they have to be more than what they are actually. More resistant, fully obeisant and we need one of them to evolve into their final chimera form.''

'' Names.''

I took a deep breath, and dropped my bomb.

'' Theo Raeken and Tracy Stewart.''

A/N: Yeah, I do know I'm late. But I wanted to give you a good chapter, and longer than usual. So there you go ! I hoped you enjoy, if so leave a comment/vote these are always appreciated and I see you next update !

Also : I wrote this on Word 2007, so if there's anything weird or unclear let me know !

Peace out