For a moment, there was silence in the car, so much quiet that one could hear a pin if it dropped on the floor of the car. The words of the Saxon spirit albeit calmly delivered were very frightening. How could one just cease to be? What happened to them? Where did their soul go?
"That doesn't sound right..how...it doesn't." Connie muttered in a small voice which held more fear than they had heard before.
The Saxon spirit waved its hand and sent the girl into the space.
"You are weak Phoebe, to go up against someone with magic of this kind, you will need to be two times more powerful. If this is the same person that is not dead but not alive either, then we need to step up your training.
You should begin learning combat spells, runes and talismans, forget the ones that you are learning just for the sake of making money."
"I..." David started.
