A/N : I have so many ideas for this story, and every vote, read and comment makes me want to write even more ! I decided that Chapters will be dedicated to people who vote and comment on it. I'm still impressed by how much some of you loves this book 

Thank You, 

Weirdos ＾ω＾

Voices in Italic (why is there always voices ??)

Previously on The Dragon Prince :

Stiles 's tattoo started fading, Lydia is having a banshee feeling about him. The witch and Deaton woke up and they are going to get interrogated by a very angry Stiles.

Lydia POV :

Stiles.

No, it can't be

Yes.

No! How could the feeling be so strong if he's alive and in front of me !

Sickness.

He's fine !

It's okay Lydia, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Fine.

Save me.

Stiles POV :

I feel it already

All the ANGER 

Calm down Stiles. Breathe in, breathe out

I place myself in front of Deaton ,arms crossed, the mountain ash between us.

"What are we doing here Stiles"he paused, looking around" What's going on ?"

"Wait, so you don't remember what happened tonight ?" Mason asked in disbelief

How couldn't he remember ?

" Do you have any memory about tonight ?" I said 

"I...I remember that I was drinking a cup of coffee. But I was in my home, in France" the witch declared, before turning to Deaton "Deaton, old friend do you know these people ?". Before he could even respond Scott said :" We're the Hale- McCall pack, and right now you're in Beacon Hills "

She suddenly pale, I could hear her heart dropping. 

" What ? What am I doing in Beacon Hills ?"

" Wow, hold up ! You don't remember me chasing you ? All across the state ?" Argent asked, wide eyes.

" Scott you're the True Alpha, listen to our heartbeats, we don't remember anything" Deaton said.

Scott frowned, concentrating on his hearing. His eyes flashed red for a second. " They are telling the truth"

I sight," Why can't you both remember what you have done ?" I wondered 

We all kept quiet for a second.

" These two are obviously victims, so what are they still doing inside a cage ?" Melissa exclaimed, before breaking the circle.

The Sherrif approached the two captives and uncuffed them.

" You two still have a lot to explain to us" I said.

Deaton, then started talking about how he knew the french witch, and what he remembered (he was at the clinic ). Then Scott told him what happened, Deaton asked if they knew what was inside of the jar. I tensed, hoping they didn't knew what was it exaclty.

" I really don't know what it was, kinda looked like a shiny triangle." Scott said, before asking: " Sooooooo what do we do know ?"

No one talked

" No seriously guys, any ideas on what should we do ?" he asked 

Nope no one 

" Scott you're the Alpha, you decide" Issac explained

" We're in democracy, everyone gets a voice !" he grumbled 

Hayden licked her lips, she then declared: " We shouldn't ignore the fact that they said that one of us will morph into something evil and powerful "

Well I kinda hoped you forgot about that one. 

" So that means, that there's a traitor" Jackson said

" No, not a traitor. I apparently said that 'an innocent needs to lose his innocence'­­ it means that one of you will become evil : a True Alpha becomes a Rogue Alpha for example. At this point it could be anyone, even the humans. They can become psychotic." the now friendly witch said " but I'd like to go home, I think I do deserve a little bit of rest, in fact aren't you too young to stay awake at this time of the night ? Don't these kids have homework to do ? School ? Studies ?" she continued

" Marie Lou is right, I'll buy you a ticket to France tomorrow, you can stay the night, Issac and Jackson too. As for the others... go home. We'll see if something happens, but holidays should be soon. For the moment we - and by we I mean the adults- will patrol every night, get your phones ready just in case. " Commandant Sourwolf ordered 

We were all heading towards the doors, when we heard Mrs.Martin 's scream.

Mrs.Martin POV :

" Lydia !? Lydia ! Darling ?!! What's going on with my daughter ?"

The others ran to us, Lydia, my poor baby, was looking in front of her. Her arms and her legs slightly apart from her body, she looked disconnected.

No, not disconnected 

Lethargic 

" Get away from her, she's in her banshee world !" Deaton, the calm Deaton yelled 

Lydia POV :

Stiles

They're all going to die 

Death

All your friends

Sick

Can't save them

Save

Destiny already choose

Chaos

Chaos and Death awoke

Again

The past is the future that the present ignored

Kill

Him

Save 

Him

KILL 

Me

SAVE 

Me

KILL ME !

SCREAM

Stiles POV :

Lydia, in her banshee world. I hated that, I can't protect her from it. I can't help her with it 

It's all your fault Stiles 

You know it

Admit it 

If you were stronger, you could help her

Save her 

Save them all

Embrace your true nature

Say yes

Say it 

Accept the Deal

Accept your destiny

My dark thought were interrupted by an action.

Lydia, her hands slowly going up her body, not touching it 

Her hands crossed on her chest, still going up

Up, brushing her pale cheeks 

Hands covering her ears

Gripping her ears and her Strawberry blond hair

Frozen into that pose, just like a marble statue

A banshee statue

A wailing woman

A spirit of the Deads

She suddenly fell to her knees 

Screaming.

A/N : So ? how did you find the Chapter ? I changed a little bit the definition of a banshee by the way.

Not edited 'cuz I'm lazy. Deal with my horrible grammar

Important stuff now : What ships do you wants ?

I was thinking about a couple that could be cool. It will be a surprise. Maybe Christmas suprise ?

Anddddd do you want me to bring anyone back to life ? I can do that as well.

Stay weird,

And hail this cute gif 

French sentence of the day :

"The past is the future that the present ignored"

="Le passé est le futur que le présent a ignoré"