Chapter 1
Agatha first noticed a gentle nudge in her mind. It was right after Sharon died. She turned and glanced at Teen.
Teen was glancing at the ground and his hands were clenching and unclenching. He looked like he was starting to hyperventilate. This was probably the first time he had seen a dead body, seen someone die.
His magic was poking at her mind. Not aggressively just lightly, tentatively, almost like it was searching for something.
She focused on that tap, that little poke of his magic and felt it kind of being flighty. It was like it wouldn’t stop swishing and swirling. She was a spirit witch. Even without her magic she was able to manipulate her soul a bit.
She reached out with her soul and held the magic that was poking at her mind. She felt as the buzzing and swirling of his magic calm down and it formed a small fuzzy blue ball.
She glanced at Teen again and she noticed he seemed more relaxed. He stopped hyperventilating.
‘Interesting’ Agatha thought. Why did Teen seek out the magic equivalent of a hug? Why her? Was he even aware of what he was doing and who he was doing it to?
The next time she felt Teen poking her mind was when they made camp a few hours later after summoning her estranged wife, Rio.
Her and Rio just got back from having a very loud screaming match and the rest of the coven was trying not to look at them.
Teen was looking at her. She didn’t even need to see him to know that. She felt a quiver of his magic taping at her mind. His magic felt like it was all up in knots. She took a deep breath and stroked the magic with her soul and the magic started to quiet down.
Was Teen worried about her? He probably heard the yelling. She glanced up at him at to her surprise he was staring at her with wide eyes and then quickly looked away.
Well he clearly knows now what he has been doing.
The next time it happened was after Lilia died at her trial. A giant wave of magic rushed to her head and kept pounding on it wanting to be let in.
She’s had enough of this on again off again need of his.
“Billy come with me for a moment.” Agatha says.
“Wait, where are you two going!” Jen shouts.
“Not far Kale, just get a fire going and we will be back in a few.” Agatha tell her.
Billy and Agatha find a secluded few trees not far ahead.
“Billy, you do know you have been poking at my head with your magic right?” Agatha asked.
“I didn’t do it on purpose at first Agatha your mind is quiet and strangely warm.” Billy replied.
“But then you did do it on purpose.” Agatha spoke.
“It felt nice and warm and it helped.” Billy spoke softly.
“Your doing it now Billy, your magic is like a swirling typhoon against my mind.” Agatha responded as she waved her hands in the air.
“I don’t mean to do it, I can’t stop it!” Billy cried.
Billy’s magic was constantly asking to be held.
“I have a solution Billy, but it will require you to leave a portion of your soul within me.” Agatha spoke as she looked straight into his eyes.
“Will it be warm and calm? Will I stop being this raging storm of magic?” Billy asked with a small crack in his voice.
“Yes.”
“Let’s do it.” Billy said.