[This post is from Matt’s point of view.]
“What happened?”
J.T. looked toward Phelan, bracing himself against the doorway. He shook his head slowly, lips thinning. “I saw something. Someone.”
Matt set down his hammer. “What are you talking about, Jay?”
“Start at the beginning,” Phelan said. “What’s going on?”
J.T. took a few deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’ve been talking to Hecate when I’ve been checking her over. There was something that she said that got me thinking, so today I headed out to the barrow, just to maybe try to center a little and see what I could pick up on. This whole spirit weaver thing, I—I don’t know what to make of it and it’s something I’ve got to sort out one way or another. So I went out there and I’m out there and I’m—I don’t even know what I was trying to do. Ériu was there with me.” He stopped, his lips thinning, then squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t really expect anything to happen. I hoped maybe Constance would come or one of the other ghosts. I didn’t expect something like that.”
Matt’s stomach went hollow. “Are we in danger?”
“We never stopped,” J.T. said. “They’re not far away.”
“Are they here?”
J.T. shook his head quickly. “No. No, they’re still licking their wounds and trying to regroup. I wouldn’t be half this calm or taking as much time to explain if they were here. The threat isn’t immediate—not to us, anyway.”
“Who did you see, Jameson?” Thordin asked, his voice strange. It sent shivers up and down Matt’s spine to hear it, even though he knew Thordin was no threat to anyone in the room. “Who came to see you out there? The Morrigan? A Valkyrie?”
“Persephone,” J.T. whispered. “She’s alive and a prisoner and she needs help. She came to me to warn me and ask for my help.”
“Because you’re a spiritweaver,” Phelan murmured. “She projected.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about but sure. Sounds like it. I could tell she wasn’t physically there but it was absolutely real. She was absolutely real.” J.T. gulped in another breath, his gaze catching each of them in turn. “And she needs our help, whatever we can give—and fast.”
When it rains, it pours.
That sound like out guys: We’re in deep but this other person needs our help, lets do it.
It does get them allies though.