Just beyond the witching hour, under a dark full moon he slipped away a feeling of trouble burning within him. He sprinted across the near deserted city streets and then ran quickly up the steep hills. He didn't know for sure if there were any real dangers for her but wanted to make sure even if only to ease his own worries.
By the time he reached her home it was one o'clock in the morning. He did a quick prayer for guidance and looked in on her. He shook his head. It was the strangest thing, everything looked fine but he sensed darkness like a hint of evil attached to the room or possibly Joline herself.
He knew there was something going on and that he wasn't just paranoid. Watching closely over her as black orbs faded in and out, he saw there was something wrong with her. Usually she'd be happily writing out spells and rituals, not bothered by a thing.
This was different. She just sat there on the bed with her knees to her chest staring blankly at the wall, as if she were empty, a shadow of a human being.
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Spirit Guides In the Mist
FantastikTold 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.
