Spirit Guides In the Mist

Chapter 22

Three days later Jameson looked to the sky as a strange feeling swept over him. There was something in the air. The beautiful sun-kissed day suddenly turned dark. Black and deep purple clouds rolled in at an alarming, unnatural speed. He glanced over at Jefferson who was staring at the very same cloud mass, transfixed by it. 

"Sir what's happening?" Jefferson asked.

"I'm not sure but I don't think it's a regular thunderstorm." 

Ten seconds later divinity appeared from out of nowhere. Nodding quickly to Jameson, then she spoke in a soft but firm tone, "It's time." 

A split second later she vanished as if she'd never even been there in the first place.

"What did she mean by saying it's time?" Jefferson inquired.

Rolling his eyes and looking at his trainee, Jameson took a deep breath then answered him.

"Our charge will be born soon." 

"How soon?" He asked the elder.

"However long the birthing process takes." He replied giving a blank look.

"You mean you don't know?" 

Clasping his hands together, Jameson looked at him for a moment.

"No one knows. It takes however long it will for a soul to be born. We assume anytime in the next 36 hours." He explained.

"What's his name?" Jefferson asked.

"We won't know until his mother chooses it." 

Jefferson stared off in the west thinking for a long moment before glancing back to his elder. He let out a deep sigh. 

"We're waiting then?" Jefferson asked.

"Yes." 

               After a good fifteen minutes of silence, they saw Joline had returned home from school. Jefferson was relieved. It would take his mind off of the anticipation of the dark soul being born.