Luke was sitting cross-legged on his bed. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing calmly. He was meditating. Not a normal meditation, he didn’t like that sort of thing. It was a meditation to enhance his blue aura.
He never thought he would train meditating similar to Chinese cultivation novels. He didn’t have much choice. How do you improve your blue aura which is related to mental abilities?
He cannot control, move, and throw heavier and heavier weights as in his telekinesis. Edgar passed him the meditation method his mother used, and the results were not long in coming. The distance he could hold telepathic conversations had reached a staggering 35km and a lifespan of four months. His photographic memory was also much improved. This made it easier for him to do his homework at Nevermore. He hardly needed to study.
Ten minutes passed, and an alarm went off on his cell phone. Luke opened his eyes slowly. “Meditation over,” he muttered, stretching and standing up. Xavier wasn’t in the bedroom.
‘He must be at his club,’ Luke thought. Just then, Edgar’s ghost came out of the necklace on the bedside table.
“How did the meditation go?” asked Edgar.
“Fine… I guess,” replied Luke.
“Teach me something useful for the blue aura. Like mind reading or mind control,” added Luke hopefully.
He was already tired of meditating to improve his telepathy and photographic memory. His photographic memory was already very advanced. He could even remember things accurately from many years ago and from his past life, like when he read Carrie or older works.
As for telepathy, he did not have much use for it. With the current mastery he had now it was enough. The only thing he needed it for and saw it as useful was to keep in contact with Natasha in case the Spellmans attacked him or her.
No one besides Natasha and Edgar, knows he has a blue aura, so he can’t use telepathy. If he decides to tell someone about his telepathy it could be Enid or Xavier, but he doesn’t see the point in telling them this. It could cause a card up his sleeve to leak out, and he doesn’t want that.
With them, he can use cell phones, and they live at the school. He didn’t see the point of creating a telepathic link.
“I can’t,” Edgar said, shaking his head.
“Why not? It’s a waste of the blue aura if I only use it for telepathy and photographic memory,” Luke said with a grimace.
At this time, he realized that learning skills are harder than one would think. You would think that someone with a blue aura could read minds easily, but that’s not the case. You need to know the technique, and for that, you need a person to teach you or a book.
He tried to read minds by staring at strangers, but nothing happened. He just created misunderstandings.
As for Nevermore, they don’t teach him much either. Every technique seems to be very guarded by the psychic families. The practical is very little. For example, in telekinesis Luke would only practice moving objects and nothing else. They would never teach him immobilization or other more advanced techniques.
They just guide you to get better at the techniques you already mastered instinctively or learned from your family. In other words, Luke was spared from encountering his great- great-grandfather’s ghost or he would have been screwed. It would have been very difficult to learn telepathy or improve his photographic memory.
“I don’t remember what the methods of such techniques are like…” replied Edgar, scratching his mustache with some embarrassment.
“Didn’t you teach a lot of psychics? You should know the techniques. Just do memory,” said Luke.
“You’re the eighth one I’ve trained and the second one to have a blue aura. The first was my brother’s son. Do you know how many years ago that was? I don’t have a photographic memory like you. Usually, members of the Poe family don’t have a blue aura. So, I am not a specialist in that area. Luckily, I got your mother’s method for telepathy and photographic memory since she married your father, but the other techniques were more secret, and she didn’t have time to pass them on,” Edgar explained.
“So I’ll just use my blue aura for telepathy and photographic memory?” asked Luke, with a grimace.
“No. That would be a waste. There are two ways for you to learn techniques like reading or mind control,” said Edgar.
“Which ones?” asked Luke impatiently.
“The first is through your mother’s family,” replied Edgar.
“Are they still alive? If they are they should have the methods for the techniques,” said Luke with a hand on his chin. His mother had a blue aura. She must have learned her techniques from somewhere. He didn’t know anything about his family from his mother’s side.
“Of course they’re alive,” Edgar said with a frown.
“Well… Then I should just get in touch with them and ask them for a couple of secret techs. What could possibly go wrong?” said Luke in a sarcastic tone. He knew something was wrong.
His existence had been made known for several months now and none of his relatives on his mother’s side of the family approached him. They would most likely ignore him. It would be difficult for them not to know of his existence since he is famous.
“Your mother’s family never agreed to her marrying your father. Not because they would hate your father. Because of his last name,” Edgar explained.
“The Poe surname is well respected among the outcasts and the world at large,” Luke said, confused.
“Yes, but in the outcast world, everyone noticed that Poe’s family members were dying. Do you think no one noticed that? The most powerful outcast families are aware that there is some conflict between the Spellmans and the Poes. Even if they don’t know the details.”
“Makes sense,” Luke nodded.
“Your mother’s family didn’t want to make an enemy of the powerful Spellman family. So they forbade her to marry your father, but she disobeyed them so she was exiled,” said Edgar. ‘If it had been in earlier years, they might have taken the risk and lent a hand to the Poe family,’ Luke thought. In his father’s time which wasn’t that long ago, his father was the last living member of the Poe family that was about to collapse.
Why would they help a family that was at the gates of the abyss? Gone was their former power and wealth. There was only one member left alive. It was too risky a gamble. “That’s why they didn’t visit you. At first, they might think you had died with your parents, but now they should be aware that you survived and are here,” Edgar said, sighing.
“I don’t need their help,” Luke said, clicking his tongue. They abandoned their mother. They were cowards. They were better off ignoring him. He would never ask them for help.
“What’s the second option?” asked Luke.
“Don’t you want to know the name of your mother’s family?” asked Edgar.
“No. They abandoned her. I have nothing to do with them,” replied Luke.
“Fine. The second way is for you to join the Nightshade Society,” said Edgar with a
mysterious smile.
“What is that…?” asked Luke with a strange look on his face. He already knew what it was, but he had to act like he didn’t know anything.
“It’s a Nevermore secret society. It was founded by Goody Addams a powerful psychic older than me. Although when she founded the society, Nevermore didn’t yet exist, and its purpose changed over time. The important thing is the library in the place where they meet,” Edgar
explained.
‘Wednesday’s ancestor,’ thought Luke.
“In that library will there be books with the techniques I’m looking for?” asked Luke. “Yes. It’s an elite social club. Their library is hundreds of years old. Its members were leaving very useful books to be used only by the members of the society,” replied Edgar. “Going in will be too much trouble. I’d better sneak into the living room and steal the books. Then I’ll return them. One read will do,” Luke said. He had no desire to join an elite social
club.
Besides, he knew this club was useless now since they only used it for social gatherings. They had lost many privileges since a normie died a few years ago. The normie that killed Morticia
Addams.
“No. You must officially enter. It’s a tradition. Every member of the Poe family went in. You can’t break a tradition of hundreds of years,” Edgar said stubbornly.
‘How annoying…’ thought Luke. Maybe he’ll sneak in and enter the society without telling
Edgar. He already knows how to get in thanks to the show.
“How do I get them to accept me?” asked Luke with a barely visible grimace.
“You must stand out to get their attention. I don’t think that will be difficult for you,” Edgar
replied with a slight smile.
“That’s your current mission. Enter the Nightshade Society,” he added as he stepped back
into the collar.
‘I don’t care about family tradition,’ Luke thought. One of these days, he would visit Edgar’s statue and enter the Nightshade Society. It would be too much of a hassle to get the attention if he doesn’t know who to get an invitation.
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