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For all that Mother Magic, Father Moon, Time and all the other Eternals are, there are others who have never shown themselves, and others who are known, that plan their own workings for the beings that exist in every space, atom, realm and timeline. They all have a plan.They all have balance to maintain....but not even the great Concepts are exempt from individual interests. So when somehow the long deceased and carefully incinerated Argents are heard to have once again risen and begun to make moves and plans and strides towards eradicating ALL beings other than 100% humans, it reaches even the consciousness of the Eternals and they peek into what the pesky human are up to. Shock they've ever experienced pauses all other thoughts, visions, and workings they have at play. BY ALL THAT IS, HOW DID WE MISS THIS?! The origins cannot be tracked, and the building momentum of the Argent movement on earth cannot be easily waylaid. Something other is reinforcing these workings, and while they've let worlds and entire timelines collapse and die out as part of the evolution of all, THIS current period is not for Earth to fully perish. But earth's implosion beckons, communicates Time and Fate. This cannot be.Balance and the planned progression of the species and their spaces have eons more time yet.It would destabilize the entire cosmos for any drastic occurrences to happen. Mother Magic and Father Moon are of suddenly one mind.
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One or even two people are not enough to stop the nightmare that the Argents in their third iteration on earth present.Peter had been hearing the rumblings of that dastardly family being alive and well, and powerful again.He heard rumblings.Then he heard of screams.And then, around the world, he started hearing much of nothing from his contacts. THAT's when his self-preservation (and his not fully black heart, though he hate to admit it) truly kicked into overdrive.He tells those trusted by him, about what he's seen and heard.He also makes plans, and spends about a month+ travelling the world securing his backup spaces, go-bags, safe spaces, and discreetly checking in on those he knows still might live.He takes the priceless and irreplaceable, as well as the useful, and brings them back to Beacon Hills with him. Beacon Hills finest - the Stilinski's and Peter, really - had developed a reasonable rapport following the Nogitsune period and helping Stiles recover, cope with everything, and begin to live. Peter had even begun becoming friends with the Sheriff through discussions about Beacon County, how to better secure it, whether to bring the rest of the police into the know, and how to keep their favourite trouble magnet safe from everything and himself too. It kept Peter's schedule busy alongside his businesses as a Trader, Special Items Acquisition Expert, and a still respected ex-Left Hand whose reputation still precedes him globally. He travels often.People think Peter's lawyer days in New York and the high-flying life (and Shelby collection) he boasts about from the pre-fire days, means he hates small-town life. But Peter's connection to Beacon Hills - and Beacon's first specifically - is something profound.He'd never even told those closest to him about just how connected to the earth he's always felt. But when Stiles comes back from his semesters at MIT, and starts talking about how in his quest to cope with the Sprk that enticed the Nogitsune to lash on to him, has led him to take walks and trips around MIT and he feels so connected to the earth in a way that calms him like nothing has before, Peter eventually starts to share about his own connections. Together, and even when apart, they start to research, learn, and share more. A little of Stiles stuff starts to migrate to Peter's lair when he's in town like now. There's a peacefulness that settles over Peter's apartment when they're there together. It's warm.It's quiet.They're reading tomes while carefully sipping an imported red tea they both favour. That's when the ground starts to shake.
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...In Spain...In Greece...In Italy...In Ireland...In Turkey...In South Africa...In Sweden...In a little town called Beacon Hills. The ground shakes - a continued tremor with a rhythm to it - like the amplified vibrations of a mother humming to their baby resting against their chest. The hum increases for those who have the ears & spark to hear it. The earth shakes. And then the heavens there open up, and the sharp clap of lightning echoes.Powerful bolts strike the earth in very specific places around the world.
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It will take some time - 6 months to 9 perhaps.There's a kind of synergy to that. But what is clear is that one or two individuals alone cannot save the earth - no matter how charismatic they may be to rally people. But just more people aren't needed.Different and necessary, and a mix of brilliance is needed to save humanity. Honourable.Willing to make the hard choices.Warriors.Strategists.Indeed Charismatic leaders.And individuals who only go the chance to make only half of the positive and resonating impact they were slated to. They've rested in peace and pieces enough for now. The world needs them more right now.They'll understand.
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Atoms slowly come together...helped together by Mother Magic and Father Moon.And the ley lines steadily reel them in from around the world, through its tendrils. When they wake, it will be in the town of their last truest descendants.