Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 438

Chapter 438: Conjuring a storm.
Rufus’s eyes were intense and heavy with suspicion, he looked at Phoebe like he wanted to dig all of her secrets out of his head at that very moment. Any other person would have trembled or fallen on their knees under intense scrutiny from the great Rufus Saxon, but Phoebe did not break a sweat.

She stared right back at him before dismissing his gaze as if he was nothing more than a mosquito. The advice on kindness and having positive attitude her mother had told her to have had gone flying out of the window. In all honesty Phoebe was in no mood to indulge in small talk, she wanted this done and over with.

“Can we start, is everything ready? I cannot wait to close the Dickson chapter in my life.” She shot David a piercing look, this was his grandfather after all. If anyone could get him to move quickly, it was him.

David sighed sadly; he figured that she was still sulking about that hug. He even took a step back as if she was about to electrocute him. It rained on him that he should try more often to avoid annoying his girlfriend that could conjure up storms.

Their lack of lovey-dovey behavior was naturally noticed by grandpa Saxon. The two were always hand in hand, snuggling, laughing, chuckling, and acting as if only the two of them existed in the world. Their behavior now was as abnormal as seeing a live dinosaur in the world today.

“I will go make sure the helicopter is ready.” David run off.

“Are you two alright? Did you have a fight because I swear that David is avoiding you like you might strike him to death with lightning.” Rufus asked Phoebe. Not just because he wanted to gossip but because he was concerned.

A scoff let Phoebe’s lips. “He will be lucky if I do not toss him inside that storm.” Perhaps while I am at that, I could toss Moria in as well, she thought.

This thought was not broadcasted unfortunately, or else Rufus would have something to discuss with his wife before bed. She was always the one with all the gossip on the love life of everyone in the tower.

Her words only elicited laughter from the old man. A lovers quarrel he assumed. In his unvoiced opinion, it was normal to have disagreements in relationships. It would strengthen the bond between the couple.

David rushed back with a remote controller in his hands which would be used to fly it. “Everything is ready, Thomas got a body from Fog University’s body farm which has been put in the pilot’s position. Dickson’s body has been strapped into passenger seat. We are ready when you are Pheebs, let’s do this!” There was a trace of excitement in his voice, his fingers hovered over the buttons on the remote.

“Son you are sure that you can fly this thing from here. I do not want any mistakes.” Grandpa Saxon was a bit skeptical. He did not trust machines, if his body and energy had recovered, he would have controlled the helicopter personally using magic.

Phoebe had come with her bag from which she pulled a small golden chalice. She filled it with water from an ordinary bottle__, it was water from the lake of life and death. Then she got a bundle of dried sage and lit it, allowing the fragrant smoke to rise and cleanse the air.

She then carefully poured a vial of dragon’s breath into the chalice, causing the water to shimmer with a magical glow.

From the bag she pulled a red feather belonging to a thunderbird in the forest, in her space. Holding the thunderbird feather in one hand and a piece of obsidian in the other, she began to chant an ancient incantation.

“Let us begin.” Phoebe announced as she listened to the instructions of the spirit on how to create a magical storm. She moved a little further from the group and began to chant.

“Powerful winds from the East, west, north and south listen to my call and gather. By the power of the elements, I call upon the storm, let the winds howl and thunder roar. With water, fire, air and earth, bring forth the tempest, give it birth.”

As she chanted, the sky darkened, and the air crackled with energy. The trees swayed violently as the wind picked up speed. As the first drops of rain started to fall, David started the helicopter and guided it into the skies.

Phoebe chanted more fiercely, “From the depths of the earth to the heights of the sky, let the storm rage. By my will and by my might, I summon the storm, bring forth the night.”

She pricked her finger and flung a drop of her blood into the air. “I sacrifice a month of my life, protect the innocent,” she whispered.

Threads of red were created from her blood and flew out on different directions. Phoebe did not want other planes crushing, just Dickson’s.

With a final move, a powerful gesture, Phoebe thrust the thunderbird feather and obsidian into the chalice. The water within erupted into a swirling vortex of energy that was so strong that it swept her off her feet.

“Phoebe control your emotions, you are the master you cannot let the winds sweep you away or the onlookers.” The spirit held her to the ground.

The spell worked for the sky split open, revealing a swirling vortex that was accompanied by stronger lightening, thunderstorms and heavy rain. The storm burst in all of its fury, lightning streaked across the sky and thunder roared like a mighty beast. Heavy rain, the kind which had not been seen in at least a year poured down in torrents, drenching the city.

Connie gave David the signal to guide the helicopter into the swirling vortex that was positioned in one place. The moment the helicopter entered the vortex; it whirled around uncontrollably. Because of the pressure applied to it, the helicopter swirled around uncontrollably with some parts breaking away from it.

Phoebe’s entire being coursed with fury, she directed all her pain and hatred into her hand creating a fiery ball of red fire which she tossed at the helicopter. It was like a bomb had come into contact with it for it blew up into thousands of pieces.

Margaret’s screams were as loud as the rumbling sounds of thunder. Rufus had invited her over so that she could witness the final moments of her son’s true burial.

“You killed him the second time you witch! Did you have to be so cruel?” She lamented; the guards had to hold her back from attacking Phoebe who seemed to be out of control.

Her eyes were glowing with a bright light, shimmering tendrils of light radiated from her body.

Rufus rubbed his eyes unsure about what he was seeing. “What the hell is going on with your girlfriend David? Why does she have dragon’s breath and this kind of power….” He muttered and shook his head.

The spirit struggled to bring Phoebe back to reality, she had lost control of her power due to the rage that she felt.

“Phoebe! Enough, it is over. Think about the child in your womb, you are endangering it.” It hugged her tightly.

It worked like a charm, slowly by slowly, she began to return to normal and her feet touched the ground once again.

“Do you feel much better now?” The spirit asked when she became stable. “Is this rage from that hug Moria gave David? Truly hell has no fury like a woman scorned. Do you feel better now?” It quizzed.

Nodding her head, Phoebe’s knees melted as everything around her went dark and she fainted.