The Seven Spirits

Megan let go of Agatha's hands sharply and gasped. Connor lightly touched her shoulder in concern, his eyebrows furrowed. 

"You alright?" Megan turned towards him wide eyed. 

"I-" She stammered, her hands shaking violently. Agatha folded her hands on the table and said, "She just experienced what we call an 'awakening'. It means she can now see and hear what I can also see and hear." Connor looked at Madam Agatha. 

"You mean, you two are now connected somehow?" Agatha shook her head.

"No, she's just become somewhat of a psychic, and it can be a scary experience," She spread her hands in a mystical gesture. 

Don't worry, Megan. We can give you our strengths and powers to overcome the obstacles ahead. The voice sounded like Faith's. 

"Did you hear that?" Megan whispered to Agatha, to which she nodded solemnly. Megan's mouth dropped open. 

Connor sat there in great concern as he gently grabbed her chin and turned her towards him, "Megan, are you okay?" She looked into his eyes and nodded slowly. 

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