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Before Ezra entered the therapy room, he secured the headband that concealed his third eye. It was of utmost importance to hide that feature, for even children worldwide knew of the infamy of the dreamdivers. What they were capable of. What he was capable of. What he was born with.
The observing agent, Delores, cleared her throat, waiting for him to open the door. He couldn't dilly-dally any longer, despite his heart beating in his throat. Ezra took a deep breath and turned the handle.
Inside was a family of three sitting next to a bed, playing with the daughter's collection of plushies, which Ezra recognised from a video game with its cute, iconic designs. One of his guilty pleasures as an adult. Before Ezra came in, smiles lined their faces. When he entered, their mouths tightened, especially the parents who hid their hands behind their back.
It's nothing personal. The most important thing is to set the child at ease.
?Hello there,? Ezra said, putting on his best smile. ?What sort of game are you playing??
The parents looked at each other, seemingly unsure of what to say when their daughter stepped in, clutching a stuffed Blizard.
?Um?? She dug her nails into the blue dragon's neck. ?It's, er, we're playin' characters from Elemonsters.?
?Hmm.? Ezra knelt down. ?This guy looks rather chill.?
She smiled, making him do a little dance. ?He is a cold person.? She smacked her forehead. ?Ice person, I mean. Yeah, he's nice, okay??
?And what sort of stuff does he get up to??
?He's a dragon that looks all scary to people, but he actually likes makin' them iced coffees.? She turned to her father. ?Like the ones Dad makes.?
He nervously waved at Ezra, though his partner continued to glare at him.
?He sounds nice, I hope he makes for a good playmate.? Ezra shook Blizard's felt paw. ?What is your name??
He knew that already, but she needed to say it first. Before she could respond, her mom stepped in.
?Her name's Emmie, thank you very much? She pulled Emmie towards her. ?What do you want from us??
?If you don't mind, you two, I would like to speak to your daughter alone. With your permission, of course.?
She glanced at Delores who guarded the door.
?Of course,? she said between clenched teeth. She waited for her husband to make his way out first, then she followed, stopping so she could whisper in Ezra's ear. ?If you lay a finger on her, I will fucking kill you, you understand??
Ezra firmly nodded. Nothing personal.
She stomped out of the room, leaving Ezra, Emmie, and Delores alone.
?Why is she still here??
Ezra inhaled.
?Think of her as a helper ? she's just here in case I need anything, okay??
?Need what??
?Like a glass of water. Isn't that right, Delores??
She nodded and smiled at Emmie.
?That's a sweet collection of plushies you've got there, girl.?
?Thank you!? So far so good. Then she frowned, climbing up on the bed and hugging her plushie. ?I know why you're here. I had those bad dreams. They think I'm stupid.?
?Well, you're not.? Never underestimate a child's intelligence. ?You are right, I came here to look at your dreams. But I don't want to force you, it's important that you feel safe.?
?They say you people are bad. That you've done something wrong. You don't look like a bad person.?
?How could you tell??
?The way you talked to Blizard.? Emmie petted his horns. ?I'm not ready to go to sleep yet.? She clutched her chest. ?Can we play a little more? I trust you, but my heart's racing. So it would help.?
?Understandable.? Ezra pulled a chair and picked up a complementary Elemonster: Firefox. He had to admit they weren't too original with names there, but he kept that to himself. They idled away the minutes roleplaying as the plushies, imagining all sorts of wacky scenarios such as Blizard opening up a cafe that only served iced drinks, and Firefox demanding hot coffee. This all culminated in a scene where Blizard froze Firefox and blended him in with the coffees he'd serve to customers.
Emmie definitely had an active imagination. Therefore, her dreams would be all the more potent. Poor girl.
Once she had enough, Emmie rested her plushies against the pillows and snuggled into bed, ready for her extraction. Her eyes had lowered, but her body rustled beneath the covers. She clutched Blizard for comfort.
?I'm scared. I know you'll help, Ez, but what if I have a bad dream again??
?Don't worry.? He tucked Firefox beneath the duvet. ?I promise you, my job is to protect you. When you have these dreams, a part of what you experience, I'll experience too. So I'll share whatever you're feeling.?
?I don't get it that much, but okay.? She slowly blinked. ?Your eye won't turn me to stone, will it??
Ezra chuckled. ?Do I have snakes in my hair??
?It looks kinda curly, but no. I just think Medusa's cool. It's interestin', learning about Greeks and such.?
?Aren't those myths rather scary??
?Some of it is, but I know it's not real.? Emmie nuzzled Firefox's snout. ?I know this is, whatever happened. I can't tell you. I don't know.? Her whole body trembled feverishly. ?I don't wanna??
Ezra sssh'ed her, trying to soothe her by rearranging the sheets.
?It's okay, you don't have to say anything. The dreams will tell all, okay??
After a while, she stopped shivering.
?I'll try to sleep now.?
Emmie scrunched her eyes shut, holding onto her toys for dear life. From her slow breathing, she was in a relaxed enough state for Ezra to perform his duties. He undid his headband and lifted the curls that covered his eye. Opening it at last felt so liberating. But the responsibilities of bearing the eye undid whatever joys he experienced from it. All he experienced was heartache, all because of a biological factor he had no control over.
Now wasn't the time for his pity party Ezra closed his normal, human-like eyes, leaving only the third one opened, and he entered Emmie's mind.
* * *
Dolls rained from the sky like comets. Emmie dashed through the downpour, shielding her head from the onslaught of falling toys. Not that it posed much danger ? getting hit by them was only as painful as getting bonked on the nose by a squeaky hammer. But Emmie struggled to walk as the stuffed toys piled up on the floor, like wading through molasses. Soon, Emmie had to crawl on the plushies' necks to get through, apologising to each one on the way: Firefox, Blizard, Cootipie, Bob, Peareap, Boxeroo, Reindear?
It was too much. The felt blocked the sky out. The puddle of plushies turned into a sea of stuffed toys, piling up like bodies. Dead bodies. She saw some before. One. The body of a seagull with its guts hanging out. Pulled out by a crow. Baking on the side of a road her mom drove past. Why did she have to remember that? Stop!
The felt ocean stole the air from Emmie's chest. She saw seagulls and crows everywhere. Black, then red, then black again. Black. Black. Blaaaaaaaaack.
Sunlight evaporated the sea, letting her breathe again. She got on her knees, panting to regain her strength. When she looked up, she had appeared in an open park, with kids her age riding on a swing set. It creak, creak, creaaaaaaaaaked. Orange dotted the metal frame, orange dotted the chains, the kids were all orange and metal as well, light dimly reflecting off their rusty skin.
Creak, creak, creaaaaaaaaak.
All of the kids around her were all rusted too. They moved like machines, heads bobbing up and down like pistons, arms waving side to side like motors, legs revving up like engines. The world around her was all rusted metal with nary a tree to be seen. Colossal buildings loomed over her, leaning down to talk with its windows forming faces.
?Chin up!? one said.
?Shirts tucked in!? another said.
?Ew, this is lame,? yet another said, bowing to the Blizard plushie that materialised in her soft, fleshy arms.
?But Blizard can breathe ice!?
?Well, mine has laser eyes and can melt stuff with its mind, so you lose.?
She puffed her cheeks. ?You don't even have any arms.?
It had no reply to that, for it was an inanimate building. But sometimes, Emmie liked to imagine it talked. She missed all the green from when she was younger. She wanted to feel the grass between her toes again, not just the coarse turf the parks had to offer. As she thought, daylight faded to dusk and dusk faded into night, revealing the twin moons that beamed down on her with wide, toothy grins.
Emmie was alone. The kids were all gone. She was alone before, but she was alone together with them. Now she had nobody. Where were her parents? Everything went silent. None of those horns blared, which Emmie liked. No birds chirped either, which Emmie hated. The only noises were the thumps of her own heartbeats, the squeaking of the swing set which rose and fell with nobody sitting on it, and the streetlights droning its electric song as it cast its light on her.
She turned around and saw her own shadow ? at least she had her for company. Emmie turned around again, only for the shadow to turn around. She stepped back. It didn't follow, disembodied from her feet. Yet, it was still completely flat.
Then it stood up like a cardboard cutout.
She screamed and ran. It followed and pursued. Emmie tripped and fell head first ? her nose caved in, sinking into her face. She tried to pluck it back out to no avail, and this distraction only bought more time for the shadow to close in on her, point blank.
She called for help, but none came. She screamed, but she had no mouth. She tried to push it away, but her hands phased through it. The shadow's face had no face at all, except for a tiny, unblinking eye on its forehead that cut through the darkness like a torch. Hands enveloped her neck.
Emmie was back in bed. Next to her plushies. In that familiar room. School had just started, and she hated it, all the kids that didn't understand her or called her a worm girl. They said she should return to the dirt with all the other maggots. But that didn't matter now, she was safe. She curled up beside her plushies, snacking on a fruit bowl as she watched that Elemonster show on the foot of her bed.
No matter who she was or where she came from, that show always welcomed her. It always had monsters who were willing to lend a claw to the heroes and settle aside their powers so they could befriend the humans. Why didn't it work the same way off the screen?
The TV fuzzed into static. It lulled her to sleep with its humming lullaby, rocking her in its mechanical arms. She couldn't stir to sleep yet. She squinted her eyes at the window, where the breeze outside swayed the closed curtains. Her parents left it open since it was so hot in the city, with how the houses were insulated and how the paved roads and metal buildings reflected the heat. Now it turned night, it cooled down, sending a chill under the sheets. She wanted to shut it, but she couldn't move. The duvet pinned her down to the mattress.
Perhaps she was too tired. She closed her eyes, only to blink them open again seconds later.
The curtains were open.
She tried to scream when she remembered she still had no mouth. Emmie closed her eyes again, hoping she just imagined things. But the thought ate away at her. She opened them again.
A one-eyed shadow stood by the window.
All she could do was blink and shut her eyes, hoping she would go back to sleep again. The static crackled into a cacophony that banged her eardrums, crashing the cymbals in her mind.
Emmie didn't have to open her eyes this time as the kind shadow forced them open on her behalf.
Hands around neck. Hand going through her head. Eye flashing like a strobe light. Mouth opening like a jagged crescent moon. Sucking her in. Pulling her apart. Sucking her in and pulling her apart all at once, again and again, like a supermassive black hole. All she could see was the unblinking eye that stared through her soul.
?Your tears are delicious,? it said. A black tongue manifested, licking her eyeballs. ?Feed me. Feed me your dreams. Feed. Feed. Feed. Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed.?
I can see you, Ezra.
* * *
Ezra's brain felt like crushed ice. Emmie woke up, reduced to a sobbing wreck, her hands shaking. Delores still kept guard of the door, bearing a stone-like expression.
Ezra didn't know what to do. How would he even begin to console Emmie? What would her parents say? He was only assigned to extract the dreams, not act as her therapist, and Delores approached them as if she expected Ezra to leave the child behind. Ezra stood up and pointed.
?Let me stay,? he said. ?I need to make sure Emmie's alright.?
?I-I-I?? Emmie sputtered??I'm? I saw him... ?
?Yes, I saw him too.? Before he faced her, Ezra slipped his headband back on. He knelt down to Emmie's side and gently squeezed her hand, which she didn't resist. ?I know how scary it is for you to revisit that. You did a good job.?
?I? I did??
?Yes, you were very brave. I'm so sorry about this.?
?It's okay? I think?? Emmie pulled away to shield her face. ?You, um, helped??
The door swung open. Her mother entered the fray, running towards Ezra with her fist raised. Delores grabbed her before she could deal the blow.
?Lemme go!? she screamed, spraying spit. ?You bastard, you fucking bastard! What did you do to her?!?
Ezra kept a poker face. They couldn't let them see it get to him.
Delores clutched her wrists. ?Miss, please??
?Why'd you hire ?em? They should die, all of them!?
?Stop?? Emmie mumbled, though it fell on deaf ears.
?Emmie, come here, get away from this monster!?
?Mom!? she yelled, jumping from the bed. ?He didn't do anything!?
?So you've brainwashed her too?!?
?No, listen!? Emmie stood by Ezra's side, patting his waist. ?He helped me! I know what happened now, that night. Thanks to him!?
The mother stopped resisting Delores. The room went silent for a moment before Emmie stepped up further.
?I? someone snuck into my room that night. Through the window. While I was sleeping. And? and they??
?It was another dreamdiver,? Ezra said at last. ?They infiltrated her mind, feeding off of her dreams. Whatever she went through, I saw first hand.? As he spoke, his poker face faltered, trying to blink away the tears that pricked his vision. ?I felt terror. Pure, utter terror. I can only imagine what she was like the morning after. Deepest sympathies for you and your daughter.?
The mother's face softened, and she let go, though she kept her eyes on Emmie, possibly avoiding eye contact with him.
?Are you okay, Emmie??
Emmie's mouth tugged into a smile. ?Y-yeah? It was scary, still scary, but I feel a little better now I know what happened.?
?D'you feel like you'll go back to school soon??
She cocked her head and winked. ?I could do with another sick day. Can we hike sometime? I miss doing that.?
?Of course, dear. How about Tiger Mountain? It's not too far from the city.?
?That sounds good.? Emmie gathered her plushies up and gazed at Ezra. She opened her mouth to speak when her mother scooped her up, pushing her out of the room. Before she left, though, she smiled.
?Well,? Delores said, leaning against the wall, ?you're definitely gonna be a great asset to us, Ezra. We have more cases like this. Some just like Emmie, but worse. Some adults. We fear that there's a whole ring of those dreamdivers going around.?
?Regrettably, yes.? Ezra took a deep breath. ?And I intend to help you track them down, whatever it takes.?
?That's what I wanna hear.? She escorted him through the long, white, sterile corridors of the clinic. ?You'll have more assignments tomorrow, but for now, I'll drive you back to your place.?
Ezra remembered the weight around his ankle. ?Thank you.?
Delores' face lowered. ?Sorry, you better get used to this.?
He didn't know if that was possible. After today, he was unsure if he could even enjoy the solace of his four walls since he'd have to wrestle with such a migraine. At least he'd be comforted by his own plushies, by the films he'd watch, and all of the sweets he could snack on to his heart's content, all at his request. That was one of the few perks of being under the FBI's protection.
06:45 Jericho, Oxford
Samia screamed and came round with a start. Her heart was racing and her head felt heavy and sweaty. She shivered, the clock was on 6:45 damn it, forty-five minutes before her alarm should have gone off. After that dream, she could not go back to sleep. She got out of bed with a huff and stomped downstairs.
?Samia, sweetheart, you look like you got dragged through a hedge backwards and it's only 6:45 am' Sally said hand on her hips ?Please don't tell me you have just come in?'
?No Sal I have been in all night. I had a weird dream that's all' Samia said whilst grabbing a glass and rolling it on her forehead
?Whats happened?' Sally said
?I had a dream, well more of a nightmare really.' The girls stopped their conversation dead as Sarah their other sister came in.
?Don't stop on my behalf.' Sarah grabbed the pot of coffee and poured herself a large cupful.
?Samia, you look like you need this more than I do. ? Sarah handed the cup to Samia.
?She has had a dream again.' Sally said
?Ooo was it a hot and sticky dream?'
?Hehe Funny Not! It was but not in that way, and no Jeramy was not in it!'
Samia proceeded to tell the girls about the dream. She was standing in a train station on a bright and sunny day, all of a sudden the air got dark and there was an awful stench of rotting decay. As Samia looked around at all of the patrons they were milling about aimlessly. There was one particular person that stood out, he must have been a giant six-foot-plus and he had yellow eyes. This thing was gesturing to one person and it was?.
?Carry on darling.' Sally said
?I can't..' Sally put her arm around Samia ?it was just a dream.'
?At least you did not dream about one of us!' Sarah said
?Um, about that..' Sarah stopped dead in her tracks
?You have to tell us now.' She added
..So this other person was you, Sarah. This thing was gesturing to you and he was dragging something yellow from you. Then you dropped like a sack of potatoes. I looked at him and he blew me a kiss and I heard ?I will have the other two of you soon? in my head and I ran over to Sarah and she was dead, her eyes were white and milky. I called but nobody helped me then I woke up and I have the biggest headache.
?Oh, how awful. Do you recognise the station?' Sally said
?Yes Its London Marylebone, but we don't have to worry do we as Sarah is not going to London is she?'
?Ah right um well about that. Kristian has asked me to go and meet a prospective client' Sarah said
?Well you can't go please.'
?Samia, I have to this client will bring so much work our way. Plus it was just a dream.'
All of a sudden a large thump was heard and all three girls ran upstairs and went to Sarah's bedroom and there was a large book on the floor Samia picked it up and she almost dropped it in shock, she was looking at the picture of the thing she saw in her dream.
?Oh my god, I am officially freaked out now' Samia said visibly shaking.
?Be careful with that I am pricing it up for Kristian.' Samia handed her the book and noticed a triquetra on the cover. The symbol was three inter-linked diamonds in a knot.
?What is this symbol?'
?I dunno but I think it is based on old pagan beliefs past, present and future or land, sea and air etc' Sarah said
?Let me look' asked Sally and as soon as she touched the book the three girls felt an air of electricity come around them and they all fainted.
When the girls came round they saw that the book was opened again onto the page with the demon in and Samia found that she could read the words. It was describing what the demon was and how to destroy it.
Samia went to Sally and Sarah and helped bring them round. She told them what she had found and advised that the demon's name was Somnia and he steals the dreams you will have. However, if he steals the dreams of three Witches he will become unstoppable.
?You got all of this from the book?'
?Yes, and the only way to stop him is with a witch with precognition powers'
?Yeah, right and where do we find one of them, we cannot go around and ask people are you a witch with a sixth sense' Sarah said rubbing her neck
?What in the hell happened?' Sally asked as she came around.
?Let me see' Samia said holding her hands out over the book ?What happened?' The book quickly on its own accord flipped to the page about quickening.
?Huh, what do you think about that?' Samia said ?It says the quickening is an act of witches where they reawaken their powers. It starts with all of the witches of the coven touch The Book of Shadows at the same time sharing their powers and multiplying them by the number of people in the coven.
?I cannot listen to this I gotta go. My train leaves the station at 8:15 am' Sarah said while leaving the house.
?Let her go, we can talk later. I gotta go and you have to get to uni.'
Samia could not focus during the lecture, she knew something big was going to happen and she had to be there to stop it. She tried to recount the dream, it seemed more powerful now, she could feel the emotion of the Somnia and the utter helplessness of Sarah. She tried to look around as if she was there she saw a departures board and saw the time was 16:00 she glanced at her watch and saw it was nearly midday. She had to do something so she booked a train to get there at 15:00
Sally was stuck in the post room at the firm of solicitors she worked at her superiors beck and call and had to photocopy twelve bundles three times and it was taking her all day. Plus she was bursting for the toilet. Next thing she knew she was in the cubicle of the ladies toilet. Sally could not make sense of it one minute she had been in the post room the next she was in the toilet. She did her business and the next thing she knew she was at the entrance of the post room. She quickly looked around and was relieved that she was still alone. ?Well, the commute home will be interesting.' She smiled.
Sarah was sitting on the train for an early journey the carriage was empty, she thought I need my coffee and grabbed her coffee cup from her bag. She placed it on her table and pulled out the infographic about how the auction house can provide profitable resolutions to Probate cases. She moved her coffee cup out of the way and read through the pamphlet. She went to grab her coffee but it was out of reach and the next thing she knew the coffee cup was in her hands. Shocked she put the cup down and imagined she pushed the cup away and lone behold the cup moved.
15:45 London Marleybone
Sarah left the London office and was delighted that she had managed to bag the deal. The firm of solicitors Patterson & Partners was happy to give them a few sample cases to see how they get on. Sarah checked her watch and rushed to Marylebone. Her train to Oxford was due to leave at 16:15. She noticed a traveller was playing the accordion, she could not recognise the song it was a lulling drawl. As soon as Sarah got inside the station she felt tired and stiff, her breath was in ragged gasps it was as if she had run a marathon. Suddenly she fainted and that was it there was no more Sarah, she could feel her spirit being sucked toward something evil, but she could not scream.
Samia looked around if only she could see Sarah, too late she saw Sarah fall to the ground. She screamed.
06:45 Jericho, Oxford
Samia screamed and came round with a start. Her heart was racing and her head felt heavy and sweaty. Her throat was sore as if she had been in an eternal scream, she looked at the clock but she uncannily knew it was 6:45 even though she did look an enormous sense of deja-vu washed over her.
She rushed downstairs and saw Sally, ?No I have not just come in.' I have had a nightmare again, well I think it is a nightmare. Do you believe in deja-vu?'
?Come to think about it I feel like this has already happened' Sally said shivering
Sarah came bustling in and rushed to the coffee pot.
?No thanks, you drink it.' Samia said ?Cancel your trip to London please?' Sarah looked around surprised
?I can't Kristian is at an auction and Clarise is on her honeymoon... Hey, how did you know about London? You been going through my diary again?'
?No, Whoa, that was different!' Samia Shivered ?wait for it. There will be a thump in your room Sar.' Lone behold the next thing, the girls heard a thump.
?That big book you brought home from Kristian's you cant read it can you?'
?No, it's all lines, dots and boxes oh and it has the odd weird image in.'
?Can you grab it please?'
?OK, whatever. It better be quick though.'
?Sally I think Sarah is going to be killed by a Dream Demon at 4 pm in London, and we gotta help her.'
?Is this some sort of game to avoid going to Uni?'
?No Sal, I'm really serious'
?hmmm that's is strange. Sarah said as she came back into the kitchen. I can read the book now. It's called The Book of Shadows. Written by the witches of the Corr's line. You mean we are witches?' Sally dropped the book but held it just before it hit the ground.
?How the hell?' next thing they saw Sally move from the sink and in a blink of an eye she ended up next to Sarah.
We are witches, my power is the power of premonition, Sally's is blinking and Sarah can move and stop things'
?Look at this page, this is the person I saw in my dream' She flicked to the page showing the Somnia demon. We have to take him out of time and then she flicked to the page about the quickening and all three girls knew what they had to do. They had to touch the book.
?Wow, that was more intense than last time.' Samia said
?How many times this has happened before?' Sally asked rubbing her head.
?Um, once before yesterday, um today, I don't know.'
?Look guys I have to go.' Sarah said
?At least let one of us come with you.' Sally said hugging her
?Wait, this is different' Samia pointed to some extra lines on the demons page.
?it says to kill him we need to take him out of time chanting the following. ?by the power in three times three, you Somnia are meant to be, at your doom by thee, leave this realm forever free?
?Well that's helpful' Sarah said caustically. ?I'm going to die and a little bit of poetry is meant to help. Forget it I'm off.'
15:55 London Marylebone
Sarah was delighted, the meeting had gone well, even though she knew it would, she did not want to admit it to her sisters but she had also had the strong feeling of Deja-vu, Being the oldest she hated it when her younger sisters were right. She secretly knew that the three of them were witches her mum Sandra told her and also she knew that only her children would inherit the Corr's destiny. This was the last thing she wanted. She and Kristian had discussed that they wanted children and Kristian was into the whole witchy thing gave her the book but it was all boxes, lines and dots and she could not work it out. A lulling drawl of an accordion followed her through to the atrium and she cried, she knew what was going to happen. She felt the tiredness first she tried to freeze whatever the feeling was it worked but her strength had failed and the spell did not complete. She looked around and saw through her milky vision Samia running towards her and that was it she was gone her spirit forcibly dragged from her body to something dark.
6:45 Jericho, Oxford
Samia screamed and came round with a start. Her heart was racing and her head felt heavy and sweaty. She looked at the clock but she knew it was 6:45 even though she looked an enormous sense of relief washed over her. She had remembered something it was the chant ?the power of three times three. By her calculation, this would be the third cycle and there was three of them three times three. She rushed out of her room and went straight to Sarah's room. Little known to her a spirit of an old lady was watching her. Sandra smiled and thought ?by Jove, blessed be.'
Sarah was angry that her little sister rushed into her room ?You are not going to die, I know what to do bring that book downstairs'
?Hang on a minute we cannot even read it I have not started transcribing it. Hang on?' Sarah looked at the book and clear as day the book could be read.
?Huh would you look at that it's the Book of Shadows'
?Told you.'
When Sarah and Samia got downstairs they were all sitting at the kitchen table. They all touched the book as memory had served them.
?Holy cow that was the strongest yet.' Sally wanted a cup of coffee and as if by magic a cup had appeared.
?oh, so as well as moving myself I can conjure stuff.' Sally Said
?Hmm, you get an upgrade I can still only freeze and move stuff, what's that Telekinesis'
?Well I can only get premonition's?.' Sally cut her off ?and you can create time loops'
?Huh, what makes you think that?' Sally flicked through the book look it's our profiles.
?God god or goddess it is.'
?so what is the plan to save my life.'
15:55 London Marylebone
Sarah froze outside the station entrance she had hoped this would work. There was the sound of the Accordion, she had grown to like the screeching sound and had worked out that the traveller was playing a weird version of Ride of the Valkyries which she thought was pretty apt. She brushed her hands through her hair tightened her jacket and entered the battleground. She was on the escalator going down to the Atrium she saw the clock it was showing 15:58. Two minutes to her doomsday or her salvation. She looked around all seemed normal. She saw Sally reading a paper, and she saw Samia at the coffee vendor. She felt the air start to sour checked the time it was 15:59:50 and she held her hands out and everything froze. This spurred Sally and Samia to come to her and look for where the demon was. There he was about ten feet away his eyes were yellow and his pupils were still flame. He was covered by a black mist. He was huge and his mouth was a gaping void. The shimmer of the freeze spell started to fade, but Sarah. Recast it she glanced at the clock 15:59:59 seconds
?Now Samia said. All three witches quoted the chant
?By the power in three times three, you Somnia are meant to be, at your doom by thee, leave this realm forever free. By the power in three times three, you Somnia are meant to be, at your doom by thee, leave this realm forever free. By the power in three times three, you Somnia are meant to be, at your doom by thee, leave this realm forever free.'
Upon the last syllable of the chant, the demon came back alive and a large black void of smoke and flames surrounded him and the last words they heard was a large guttural ?Noooo Samael save me' then he was gone.
Sarah sighed she looked at the clock it was 16:00:20.
?Well, I am alive. I did not think that would work'
?No thanks to me?'
?No thanks to us, sisters forever. Let's go home and read about our legacy'
As the girls went arm in arm. Sandra looked on in pride. A purple light formed beside her it was him, the source of all good, the messenger of the gods.
?Well Sandra, you proved you ca'elp witches without showing yourself. I know they are your daughters I do not know if this will be enough to Ascend.'
?Am I going to get punished for eternity for one minuscule mistake? One I put right'
?It depends on the big guy upstairs.'
?I thought you were the big guy upstairs.'
?Sadly not.'
?Hmm, well I am going to celebrate with my girls see you soon Praetor'
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