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[ Magic!Stiles. Five years into the future. Stiles is a witch – he takes after his mother. Up until the tipping point, his powers had laid dormant. During a battle, protecting his pack, Stiles’ powers sparked without his permission. Or even awareness of what was happening. Because of the magnitude of it, a coven deemed him dangerous and cast him out of Beacon Hills. A powerful curse. He couldn’t go back to Beacon Hills – the closer and closer he got to California physically painful. And, the pack couldn’t come looking for him. Stiles had literally fallen off the map.
Stiles does some tinkering of his own, magically, and finally manages to laboriously gab a hole in the curse. But, it hadn’t been easy. It had been years of finding the right herbs and spells. But, he made a hole large enough for a connection. A text message – no real contact being /sought./
The only thing that could break it completely, and him come back home, was for someone else to carry him (literally, or with a car) over the Beacon Hills border. ]

[ text ;; unknown number ;; 8:09 pm ] I need help

{ text → lydia martin→ 8:10 pm } You have the wrong number. This isn’t a helpline for whatever you need. Sorry.

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