sovbooks Chapter 17 Borrowed luck.
Chapter 17 Borrowed luck.
Among the things Yin had spit up were finger nails and a piece of paper wrapped in a cloth. Phoebe opened the white cloth and inside were two pieces of paper with different dates.
She put all these things down and studied them with apprehensive eyes. Hair, nails and two dates of birth.....wasn't it some kind of magic spell?
Spells sometimes involved hair, nails, blood and dates of birth. It was important to have the right date of birth and time.
The Saxon spirit laughed dryly in a soft voice. "I think this is a luck borrowing ritual, no....not borrowing but stealing and not just luck but it looks like the boys life force is being drained as well. Damn, i didn't think people who practiced this kind of dark art still existed. This smells like the work of a very bad warlock."
"Magic city." Phoebe whispered.
Fog country was not a place without whispers about abnormal things, especially in Magic city. That was why it had been named magic city after all, because of the rumored magical past and creatures that went bump in the night which supposedly thrived there.
Still, none of things had ever been proven but the city thrived on this reputation. Magicians were common on the corners of every street. They were not real magicians but performers....illusionists. Sooth sayers, psychics, warlocks, witches and more also set up shop in the city.
Ever since her rebirth, when this magical thing happened to her, Phoebe had been re
"Whoever it is, they were born on the same day as your son. This person either knowingly or unknowingly involved themselves in a luck stealing ritual. Your son is fated to live a long wealthy happy life and someone saw this and wanted it for themselves."
Phoebe gathered all the items and put them out on the balcony. Then, she set fire on the items before turning around to face the two frightened looking parents that were following her.
"Now, whoever did the ritual is a warlock from Magic city i presume because this is the kind of magic they advertise over there. That warlock is the real deal, not like most who are fake and said warlock is stealing the lifeforce of your son. That's what has been killing him slowly."
She walked past them and returned to the bed. The boy's eyes were beginning to clear up. She touched his head and transferred some of the energy she got from helping ghosts to him.
That was not enough and she opened her bag and removed a tonic.
"This will help him rebuild his body and strengthen it. The road to recovery is going to be a month long, thirty days to be precise. During this time, keep him away from the public. In fact, you should all disappear for those thirty days because the one who did this is going to face a backlash and they will come looking for your son, to repeat what they had done."
The father cut her off first. He had a frown on his face as if he didn't understand what was going on.
"Wait.. first explain this again. I don't think i understand what you are talking about. Someone gave my son a bracelet through which they have been stealing his luck and life force."
On the bed, the boy made a small croaking sound which brought his mother running.
"Michael" she called his name desperately.
"Mom." the boy replied.
His voice was rough and it came out in a whisper. It was the first time however in so long that it had been heard saying something sensible.
"Baby..." she croaked out and broke down, crying while she grabbed him in a tight hug.
"Mom.." the boy called again. "What's wrong?"
He was becoming more lucid which was proof that whatever Phoebe had done had worked.
Phoebe put the rest of the tonics on the table before tossing the coin up for the raven to return to it's resting place.
"I believe my work here is done." she said.