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back on the ground and tried to get into position
on the goat’s fur.
    The world went
fuzzy as my limbs grew as heavy as rocks. I hoped I was in the
proper position.
    ***
    I opened my
eyes to the world of my subconscious. The lone tree stood in the
middle of the clearing but the whole ‘world’ was now covered over
in a thin haze. The haze was probably a side effect of honey/Vlas
paste and I walked through it to the tree.
    Cathy, still
dressed as ‘my wife’ from the other dream, was standing half inside
the tree with a bored look on her face. The tree had stopped its
normal pulsing movement as the scroll described it would. Under the
Deep Sleep, my mind would relax and make it easier to release
Cathy.
    “ Let’s do this quick,” Cathy said in a bored tone.
    “ And to think, I was just starting to get used to your
company,” I said sarcastically.
    “ Don’t make me break our deal and kill you,” she
said.
    “ Alright, alright,” I said holding up my hands in defeat. “So,
the set up I’ve done should be transferring power to me from the
world around right now, but it’s going to take some time because we
don’t have other Mages to help me gain power faster. I’m still
waiting for the Blood of the Possessed to work.”
    “ What’s the deal with that stuff anyway?” she asked with an
interested look.
    “ It should hold some of the magical properties of Demons in
it,” I explained. “My body will draw on it to counter your magic
and weaken you.”
    “ And the goat’s fur?” she asked.
    “ I…I’m not sure actually,” I said trying to think. “My guess
is that because it is an ancient ritual, goat’s fur was common
bedding at the time and that it is just important to be lying
down.”
    “ So why did you use it?” she asked.
    “ I didn’t want to take any chances,” I replied. “I don’t think
we should be doing this with one person but we don’t have any other
choice. I haven’t heard of any exorcisms lately. The new rule is:
‘If there is even a trace of a Demon, better safe then sorry.’ I
would rather not risk it.”
    “ Yes, I can see,” she said slowly as she started to show signs
of weakening, “how your pathetic life would be important to
you.”
    “ Even when weak you can still insult me,” I said crossing my
arms.
    “ It’s what I do,” she smiled weakly.
    “ My conscious mind is fighting back, but I don’t feel any
stronger,” I said worried. “We have to finish the ritual before you
regain your strength.”
    “ But,” she started but couldn’t finish.
    “ I have to,” I said. “I don’t need that much power anyhow. As
part of our deal, I’m not trying to kill you.”
    “ No,” she breathed. “Don’t… understand. You... need...
proper...” Her eyes closed and this must be the sign I needed to
begin.
    I forced a
large amount of power into my hands. This spell was going to be
weird to cast. I needed to create a curse powerful enough to attack
the Demon’s soul but not kill it. I was only trying to weaken the
soul enough so I could remove it from the tree.
    My finger tips
grew cold and the palms of my hands grew itchy. I started to move
my hands around in circles, creating an orb between my two hands.
The orb grew slowly, glowing dark purple as I continued to feed
energy into it.
    I had only one
shot at this, if I hit the tree, I will only weaken or kill my mind
and I’ll be trapped in a subconscious coma forever. I had to hit
Cathy dead on.
    The orb
continued to grow but I could feel myself growing tired. It was a
weird sensation to feel; being tired and wanting to sleep while in
a dream. I had to stay awake though. If I slept here, who knows
what would happen to me.
    The orb grew
to about ten centimetres across and I couldn’t force anymore energy
into it. The ritual called for twenty centimetres but this would
have to do.
    Through the
haze and my exhaustion, it was getting difficult to see. I aimed
for Cathy and released the orb. It streaked