Megan closed her door behind her. There was a small pit in her stomach after reflecting on the night's activities. She slowly slid to the ground, her back braced against her door.
She hadn't said anything during the ride home, the shock still too near and new.
Just go to bed, we'll settle it all tonight, cooed Harmony. Megan's head sagged as she stood and dragged her feet to her bedside. Only pulling off her shoes, she got into bed fully clothed.
"I feel so... drained," she said, her eyes fluttering closed.
Faith wrapped her arms around Megan in a hug. She blinked rapidly in surprise.
"So I'm guessing when I dream, I can see you guys?" Freedom skipped around her legs, trailing her fingers around Megan's thighs.
"Of course. When you dream, your mind and spirit are truly one," Wisdom droned, staring at his hands. Megan looked over at Strength. He was hunched over facing away from her, fiddling with something.
"So what did you guys mean by Connor having spirits in him too?" Harmony tapped her lips with her fingers in thought.
"I guess you could say that," she paused, "He was already taken by some comrades of ours?"
"Comrades?" Megan sat down cross-legged, and looked up at them all. Wisdom sighed, as if disappointed in her ignorance. Faith shot him a glare, and sat down next to her.
"Let's just say you shouldn't be with that boy much anymore," Faith smiled sweetly, but her words had cut like steel.
"What? What do you mean?" Megan searched Faith's eyes, looking for an explanation. Freedom bounced in front of her, her fists on her hips in a sassy-like way.
"Frankly," she pursed her lips, "I like Connor, he's got spirit, but the others inside him will instill very strong feelings of war and vengeance." Strength stomped over and placed a giant hand on Faith's head. His other fist holding something Megan couldn't see.
"For all our sake's," he grunted, "Just stay away from the boy." Harmony crouched down to Megan's eye level, a sad smile on her face. She reached out and gently brushed her cheek.
"I know it'll be hard, but it's for the best. War and Vengeance have already begun their plans and we need to stop them."
Megan's eyes popped open. She was curled up in a ball on her bed, hardly covered by the blankets. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, relieving them of the crusty feelings. She coughed slightly, and tentatively stood up. Her legs felt wobbly and weak, but they worked.
The morning doves hooted and squawked at each other out her window. Megan stared down at her cold feet, thinking about the things she had learned that night.