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The danger that had been posed by the Dark Wizard was dispelled when Stiles destroyed Deucalion. But Stiles and Derek didn't know yet that more danger was on it's way. Soon they would find out about the new danger that would threaten them and the world. Built inside of a tall mountain was a hidden city. A city of evil. In a room inside the top of the mountain, at the head of a table, sat a figure. Other figures sat around the table. The leader looked at the others with his cold gray eyes and spoke. “I thought that we had destroyed all of them eons ago”, he said. “But some of them escaped us. We must track them down and destroy them now before they thwart our plans".
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It was a huge forest fire. Lightning had struck a tree and set the dry underbrush on fire. It had been burning out of control for twenty four hours. Many homes and families were directly in it’s path. Derek woke up on the morning after the fire had started and saw that Stiles was having a vision. He was sitting up in bed with his eyes closed. His body was vibrating and glowing, and waves of energy were flowing in and out of him. Suddenly his eyes opened and he looked at Derek.
“I saw a forest fire in my vision”, he said. “It’s two hundred miles from here. There are many people in danger. I have to stop it”.
“Let’s go”, Derek said.
They threw on some clothes and went downstairs. They stood together on the lawn facing in the direction of the forest fire.
Stiles eyes flashed purple and then orange.
Stiles spoke:
“Baisteach stoirm” (Rain storm).
Stiles spoke:
“Mhuchadh na doitean” (Extinguish the fire).
Stiles eyes returned to their amber gold color. He turned to Derek.
“The fire is out”, Stiles said. “The people are safe”.
They hugged, and Derek kissed Stiles.
“I’m always so proud of you”, Derek said.
“I’m just grateful that I was given the Gift”, Stiles replied.
The newscasters and weather forecasters were astonished and perplexed.
“This was a huge rain storm that came out of nowhere”.
“It was an enormous unexpected storm that completely extinguished the fire”.
“Many lives and homes have been saved because of this mysterious rain storm”.
None of them knew where the storm had come from. Only Stiles and Derek knew. And they would never tell anyone.
Stiles used his powers as the Ultra Mage every day to serve people. He did large things: stopping forest fires, steering hurricanes away from land and out to sea, dispersing the power of earthquakes, dissolving tornadoes, stopping floods, and preventing volcanic eruptions. Nature was under control, and no one knew why, except Stiles and Derek.
Stiles did other things as well. When people were in danger, he protected them.
When gangsters were threatening the residents of a community near Beacon Hills, Stiles turned the gangsters into sand, then scattered the sand all over the Mojave Desert. When con artists were taking money from elderly and poor people in Sacramento, Stiles turned the con artists into rocks, then dropped the rocks into the middle of the Pacific Ocean. And he used his magic to make sure that the people got their money back. Stiles did something good for someone every day. He wanted to return the blessing that he had received from his Gift. The Gift of being the Ultra Mage.
Occasionally people would ask Stiles where he got his real first name: Genim. Stiles would always tell them that it was a family name, which was true. But there was more to the story than that. Most people thought that Genim was a Polish name. But it wasn’t. Only Stiles, Derek, and Stiles’ father knew the real background of the name. The history of Stiles’ name went back to the first Ultra mage, over 50,000 years before.....
(Next Chapter: The First Ultra Mage, and the origin of the name Genim. And an evil, cold blooded organization seeks death and destruction for all humankind.)