The next day Joline woke in a fowl mood. Angry and short tempered, she didn't understand what had happened. Why didn't she dream this time? It bothered her, gnawing at her through the entire day. She forced her self off of the bed and moped down the stairs then stopped when she saw a note on the counter telling that her mother had to go into work early.
Opening the fridge, grabbing a few cans of coke she headed back into her room. She wrote a little in her journal. She sat there staring off into space. Then wondered if there were any way to contact Veronica when she was awake. Next time she'd have to ask.
That is if there is a next time. What if she didn't dream about her anymore? What if she'd offended the witch somehow? Rubbing her throbbing temple, she desperately tried to think of anything else. She needed to keep her mind occupied. As the day progressed, she kept working on her spiritual path, spells and ritual magic. After a couple of hours seemed to elude her attention she got up to stretch when she saw a black mist off in the corner. Three seconds later it vanished from her sight. Leaping up quickly she gasped.
"What was that thing?" She asked the nothingness of her empty room.
She began breathing heavy, clutching her chest, sure signs of a panic attack. Fifteen minutes later, breathing normal and calm, she wrote out the experience. She wrote about it every time she had seen it. She hadn't a clue what it was or why it showed up in front of her. She then put the spell book away and went into the living room. She would settle in with an old movie and popcorn, it would clear her scrambling thoughts, if nothing else.
YOU ARE READING
Spirit Guides In the Mist
FantasiaTold through the point of view of the spirit guide of a young girl having strange dreams leading to her magical abilities. Then Divinity another guide starts a demon forgiveness program, to where dark souls get reborn on earth.
