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Lawyers are scary. They are like demons in suits and their evil lies in the books of law'

Anyways, back to the story:

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*Dream Sequence*

Torrance was at home, in her bed, sleeping. She heard something. It sounded faint. Torrance climbed out of her bed groggily and stood up. The sound seemed to be coming from the hallway. Torrance opened the door and the sound became clear. It was a ringing telephone. What? Torrance thought. Who would be calling at this hour? Torrance followed the ringing which led her to the door of the study. The door had a sign on it, written in a strange language, that looked like a bunch of sticks. On top of the words, there was an eye. It seemed to send messages shooting to her. It whispered, the ignorant enter, but only the enlightened exit...the library of Time.

Torrance hesitated as her hand slowly moved to the knob, but it was like her hand had a mind of her own. Torrance grasped the door knob and turned. The door opened and Torrance was in the study. What she saw scared and shocked her.

The study was completely changed. All the encyclopedias and novels were replaced with books like The Ways of the Illuminati, A Complete Study of Demon Anatomy, and Other Realms and Dimensions. Occult books. In the center of the study, there was a desk and, surprisingly, a ringing payphone. Torrance felt drawn to the phone, and as hard as she tried, she was unable to stop herself from walking to the payphone. The display screen on top of the payphone¡¯s keypad flashed: Unlisted Number, eerily. Torrance picked up the receiver and held it up to her ear.

¡°Is this the slayer?¡± a female voice with a Irish accent asked. ¡°Yes,¡± Torrance answered against all her good judgment. The person on the other line breathed a sigh of relief and started talking.

¡°We were afraid that it would be too late. You still have time before she traps you.¡±

¡°Err, what? Who¡¯s we and who¡¯s going to trap me?¡± Torrance demanded. ¡°And how are you in my dream?¡±

¡°I only have a limited amount of time so listen carefully. By we, I mean the slayers that Lilinthaya, the demon that brought you to the place and time that you¡¯re in now, trapped and killed. See, time travel works like this. After you stay half a month in another time, your identity starts disappearing. I know because me and some other slayers went through it too. After your identity disappears, Lilinthaya kills you, slowly, bleeding you,¡± the person said, in a quiet voice, probably reminiscing on her own bloody death.

¡°Errrr, I¡¯m sorry, but I¡¯m not really getting this whole demon thing. Who¡¯s Lilinthigamawa or something got against slayers. Well apart from the whole, we¡¯re slayers thing but really...And how do I know this isn¡¯t just some really weird dream?¡± Torrance asked, her head whirling.

¡°WILL YOU JUST LISTEN!!!! YOUR LIFE IS IN JEOPARDY UNLESS YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY!!!¡± the slayer on the other line yelled. ¡°I¡¯M TRYING TO HELP YOU! NOW SHUT UP, OR I¡¯LL HANG UP. Now, will you listen?¡±

¡°Yea,¡± Torrance said quietly, afraid of getting on the slayer¡¯s nerves again.

¡°As I was saying, LilinTHAYA is a otherworldly demon. She comes from another plane of existence. For some reason, she¡¯s killing off slayers by taking them back or forward in time, and trapping them in there until their identity gets erased and they die. She¡¯s done this to at least 11 slayers so far. When we died, our spirits just floated, without any where to go, because our place in the universe had been compromised. I was the third slayer that Lilinthaya did this to. My name used to be Lydia. Me and some other slayers managed to figure out what was happening after we died and tried to warn the other slayers, before the effects of time travel started on them when their minds were the most vulnerable...or open if you will. In other words, when they¡¯re unconscious or asleep. But none of them could figure out how to get back. There¡¯s some kind of lock, that doesn¡¯t allow us to get back home,¡± Lydia said flatly. She seemed to be reciting the whole speech, as if she had said it many times before, but no longer believed it could be of any help.

Torrance¡¯s heart started pounding in her chest. Fear rose to her mouth until she could feel its bitterness in her mouth. ¡°What about the Watcher¡¯s Council? They should be able to help, won¡¯t they?¡± Torrance demanded, determination and survival instinct slowly canceling out her fear.

¡°They¡¯ve tried every spell they know but they can¡¯t seem to break the lock that holds us here,¡± Lydia answered tiredly. ¡°Then there¡¯s nothing to do?¡± Torrance asked.

¡°Well...¡± Lydia started, hesitating. ¡°There was one thing that the Watcher¡¯s Council was unable to try. There was a stone, called Temporis. The name is Latin. It translates literally to time. It was the blood stone of a demon called Warchak, but it was supposedly destroyed. Wait, Illeana wants to talk to you. She¡¯s the witch/slayer of this group, and the expert on the stone.¡±

¡°Hello?¡± a girl with a British accent asked. ¡°Hi,¡± Torrance said back. She was having a tough time digesting all of this, and her mind felt like a bowl of wet noodles. ¡°As Lydia was saying, Warchak was a demon with the ability to move freely from any time period and stay without experiencing the consequences of time traveling. He was killed however in the 18th century, during a time traveling trip. He was somewhere in the Southern US, Caribbean area. He was visiting a village when there was, I believe, a pirate raid. The village was ransacked and the demon killed. You see, when a high class demon like him dies, and his blood is shed, his blood turns solid. So all of his time traveling abilities were transferred into that stone. But the stone was never found even though the Watchers Council pooled all of their resources trying to find it. Its too bad because Warchak¡¯s abilities were able to break all locks on times. FYI though, its rumored to be ruby red, and shaped it looks like a normal stone to a mortal eye. But for the immortal, the people who have magic flowing through their veins, it¡¯s a dark green and looks like a hourglass.¡±

The voice started to waver however, and Torrance only managed to catch the words waking, be careful, and good luck before the study went black and Torrance woke up.

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A bird cawed and water gently brushed Torrance¡¯s sneaker. ¡°What?¡± Torrance grumbled. She was lying on her stomach, a couple of feet away from the dock. She stood up, swaying a little. Her head hurt, and she felt like she had been dragged to Hades and back. Torrance tried to remember why her brain hurt, and why the world seemed to be spinning around, and around. Why aren¡¯t I in my bed? Torrance asked herself, as she twirled, trying desperately to clear her head. But everything seemed foggy,

Suddenly, she realized everything that had happened in the last 24 hours. ¡°Ohhh shitake,¡± Torrance exclaimed as she scrambled to her feet. She had just realized the gravity of her situation and it was not to be taken lightly. Torrance stood up and took in the scene around her. It was the morning after the raid and she needed to get moving. But before she went somewhere recklessly, she had to think out her situation. So apparently, the stone of Warchak had been taken...by pirates. In the 18th century. Which she was in right now. And around her vicinity. The Caribbean/Southern US vicinity. So there was one option left. She had to find the stone and get back to her time. Torrance started walking toward the jail. There was a chance, though small, that Captain Jack Sparrow might know something about the stone. If Torrance was lucky.

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