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NIRVANA

“Be serious, Nirvana,” the female wolf spirit just said my name.

“Wait. How do you know me?” I felt goosebumps erupt all over my body.

“You died by a dark magic and brought back to life by magic. Your soul has been saved. You are pure and chosen to have an animal spirit to protect you, guide you, and help you protect the people you care about from the evil that walks on earth, but you must never abuse it.”

“Excuse me? I’m far from pure. I think you got the wrong, wolfy girl.”

“We had never been wrong. I symbolized power, loyalty, and guardianship.”

“Uh-huh. I’m dreaming again, am I? But I say hard pass. I died once, and I can’t do it again.” I cleared my throat. “Look, I died and was brought back to life, and I’m taking this second chance to good use, helping people, enjoying life, and being with my loved ones, but not to be controlled by whatever you are. You look cool, though, like an astral projection in Dr. Strange.”

“You need me, Nirvana, to help fight evils that