The group breathed a sigh of relief when they came out of the small room, stretching their bodies and taking deep breaths. The sky of lilac and the bright pink sun was shining down on them and making the place feel eerie and sinister.
“Why Frinda?” Alison asked her mum, when she was able to fight her way through the small crowd towards her.
“That’s the hometown of the spirit. To get him to the other side, we need to get him to the place of his death. If we had rid the spirit elsewhere, the consequences would be fatal; with this one, at least. It may help him to go to his new life if it’s around familiar surroundings,” Carla informed Alison who pulled a face.
“But here? Why does it always involve this place?” Alison asked, looking at the forest edge with resentment.
“I have no idea. I don’t suppose I ever will,” Carla smiled.
The walk was not towards the main village that led to the palace, but in the opposite direction. The forest edge seemed to go on for a distance, whilst traveling this way through Frinda. The forest seemed frightening too, even though it was daylight in Frinda, the darkness that came from the wooded land gave Alison the feeling that someone would jump out on them and kill them all.
The twelve people walked in twos behind Lidah and Carla and each person looked around with curiosity at the strange appearance of the forest and grass, which to Alison, looked as though it would come from one of her Mr. Men books she used to read when she was a kid. Frezca was occasionally trying to pick leaves that were lying low on branches that they passed. But Concesta would tap him on the knuckles with the hilt of his sword, to stop his childish habit of messing with things. Alison, Simon and Matthew walked behind them all. A...
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...the tightness that she had suddenly felt around her wrists and ankles, and took a deep breath hoping not to scream out in pain and show herself up.
“Alison I am going to do my best to get that spirit to the other world. You may feel disorientated; things may feel and look real to you. The spirit may do what he wishes to stay inside you. He may fight against what we are doing to him, but when he passes on, you’ll be fine. I will be here — we all will. We will not leave you alone. You must be strong throughout. Remember, many love you. Do not let him change that feeling inside you,” Carla noted. “Now please, we must form a circle. Simon, I want you to be near her head. She needs the warmth of your aura. We need the spirit to come out as easily as we can. No one is to break the circle; we must unite to rid the spirit.” Carla took a deep breath. “I am ready to begin.”
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