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Prayer warrior 2: (closes eyes for a bit) Hmmmm… spirit of denial? Possessed girl: (with a shrill voice) Ah yes, that’s me… (eyes grow wide, their voice getting louder and more shrill) Oh, no! NOPE! I’m not a spirit of denial! I’m not! REALLY, I’M NOT! Uhhhh… say that again?! Prayer warriors: (look at each other) MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh sure, of course you’re not! +++++++++ Are you feeling as if these are sorely lacking? *stifles laughter...

He slowly smiles at me. A chuckle comes out of my mouth, he doesn’t even have any idea what my life was going through, come to his mother’s funeral right, and I have to be free to be able to go some place. “I really didn’t have access to a TV you know, living in a park bench doesn’t let you have those luxuries. And after you have been kidnapped and drugged you really don’t have the right mindset to get news from around you.” I stare at him clenching my jaw trying not to get mad at him again. He doesn’t say anything and hangs his head low and stares down at the floor silently.

he said mocking me, they knew the meaning of it. They knew I was a Muslim. They knew it was a necessity. Yet, they did this. I fell to the ground my long honey hair falling from the bun. I tried to yank the scarf from his feet, but I couldn't. Many took off there phones recording the whole thing. While I was numb. I deceived my god. everyone saw me and my hair. everyone was laughing when I finally succeed to pull the scarf away from his feet, it dirty stained with dirt. I pulled on my head, standing only to look at Tania, a smug look on her face.

Her sinister smile was a sign of how triumphant she felt about her first victory, I felt my blood heat up at the sight. Closing my eyes, I plunged deep into my mind in pursuit for an element to use. Five strings dangled loosely inside my brain, one for each element including Spirit. I pulled the gray string and felt my body swell with air, chills raked my body as the wind picked up around me and slung my hair wildly around my face. Another fireball spiraled towards me but I halted it, holding the fireball midair before sending it back to her. She easily sidestepped it effortlessly.

Alfi is getting irritated by his gaze. “The name is Siwa.” He said. ”This is the rest area for all fragile spirits. No one may disturb them.” He said seriously. Suddenly they see many people in the black coat coming out from those shelters. They are having coconut in their right hands and they are approaching Alfi’s party with empty gaze on their faces. Alfi is surrounded. “Tsk, an ambush, eh?” Alfi sighed. “Now! Bless these lost spirits already!” He raises his arms to the sky.

I diverted my attention, elsewhere, afraid to vomit because of the guy who is bluntly flirting with a spirit. I saw a Spirit wearing a brown armor-looking suit with black highlights. He is probably the spirit of earth. The spirit is floating in front of a girl, a shy looking girl. She has eyeglasses and a few bruises on her arms. The girl is looking up to the spirit with an awkward smile, more awkward than the smile I was flashing a while back. The Spirit is smiling as he look down on her, both are not talking.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

“Yes.” “I have information for you. The Spirit Sprite seems to be in retreat for her cultivation and will only return late tonight or tomorrow. I’m still not sure where they will be returning to, but I’m sure it will be isolated for the Heavenly Tribulation to the Divine Sea realm.” Olivia stated over the phone. “We might know where this will be taking place. Don’t concern yourself in case you reveal your intentions.” Hana stated.

"Yeah, repeating yourself like a pet parrot isn't doing anything for me." He let out an amused puff of air before going on. "It's when a Spirit user wields the unconscious mind of a specific host to appear in their dream and communicate with them. Technically, you are still asleep and dreaming, but I'm able to morph your dream into another setting so we can meet." "Meet," I exclaimed, my mouth agape. "You mean this is happening right now? We're having a real, live conversation?" "Well, yeah. I thought you said your sister was a Spirit user?"

And then, in a whisper that carried the weight of centuries, it began to recount a tale of betrayal, deceit, and a life cut short in the cruelest of manners. The pack members listened intently, their faces etched with empathy and understanding. They realized that the spirit was a lost soul, trapped in a realm between the living and the dead, seeking retribution for the injustices it had endured. As the spirit's story unfolded, Alpha Leori's expression softened, his eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and compassion. He approached the invisible presence, extending a hand in an offering of peace. "Spirit, I cannot change the past, but together we can shape the future. Release your hold on vengean