The tension in the air was unbearable. My mom lay unconscious on the floor, and Logan and I stood frozen, unsure of what to do. For a moment, neither of us moved, still caught in the shock of the situation.
Logan was the first to act. He quickly grabbed his shirt from the floor and pulled it on, then crouched down beside my mom. “We need to wake her up,” he said, his voice steady despite the panic that was clear on his face.
“We can’t,” I said, stepping back. “Not yet. After what she saw… we can’t just wake her up like nothing happened.”
Logan looked up at me, frowning. “What do you mean? We can’t leave her like this.”
I shook my head, feeling the panic rising in my chest. “Logan, she saw everything.”
He stood up, running a hand through his hair. “What are you suggesting? We just let her stay unconscious?”
“No, but… is there a way to wipe her memory? Just the last 30 minutes? She can’t remember this.”
Logan hesitated, glancing down at my mom. “There might be a way, but it’s risky. Memory tampering isn’t something we can just do without consequences.”
I crossed my arms, feeling desperate. “We don’t have a choice. If she remembers… everything changes.”
Logan stared at me for a moment, weighing the decision. Then he knelt back down beside my mom, his expression tense. “There’s probably a spell in the Eternity Book that could do it,” he said quietly. “But it’s dangerous.
I swallowed, my heart racing. “But it could work?”
He nodded slowly. “Yeah, but we’d have to find the right page, and we’d need to be sure it’s meant for this kind of situation. If we get it wrong, we could erase more than just the last 30 minutes.”
I glanced at my mom, lying motionless on the floor. The thought of wiping her memory scared me, but the alternative was worse. “We have to try, Logan.
I nodded at Logan, my decision made, and hurried to the corner of the room where my shirt was tossed. I quickly slipped it on over my bra, still shaking from the chaos of everything that had just happened. The fabric felt cool against my skin, grounding me slightly as I moved toward the door.
“I’ll get the Eternity Book,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Just… stay with her.”
Logan glanced at my mom, then back at me. “Be quick.”
I dashed out of the room and into the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the quiet house. My heart pounded in my ears as I reached my room and threw open the door. The Eternity Book lay on the desk, its leather cover glowing faintly, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
I grabbed it, and ran downstairs, Logan was kneeling beside my mom, gently brushing her hair out of her face. He looked up as I entered, the tension in his expression mirroring my own.
“You found it,” he said, standing up.
“Yeah,” I replied, flipping through the pages frantically. “We just need to find the right spell.”
Logan stepped closer, his eyes scanning the pages along with mine. “Look for anything that mentions memory.”
I flipped through the pages of the Eternity Book, my fingers trembling as the ancient parchment rustled beneath them. The book was dense, filled with symbols and languages I couldn’t begin to understand, but I pushed forward, determined to find what we needed.
Logan hovered beside me, glancing over my shoulder as I turned the pages. “We don’t have much time,” he muttered.
“I know,” I replied, my voice tight with anxiety. The weight of what we were about to do hung heavily in the air.
Suddenly, my eyes caught a series of symbols at the top of the page, followed by a brief description in English: Memory Alteration-Short Term. My breath hitched. “I think this is it,” I said, pointing to the text.
Logan leaned in closer, his brow furrowing. “What does it say?”
I skimmed the page, my heart racing as I took in the instructions. “It’s a spell to erase the last 30 minutes of someone’s memory, but it has to be done precisely, or we risk wiping out more than that.”
Logan exhaled sharply. “We don’t have a choice.”
I nodded, feeling the weight of the decision settle over me. The spell was written in a language I didn’t recognize, but the book provided a rough pronunciation guide. I glanced at Logan, who gave me a tight nod.
“Let’s do this,” I whispered.
I knelt beside my mom, the book in one hand, and placed my free hand gently on her forehead. Her breathing was steady, but the sight of her lying there, oblivious to what had happened, filled me with a deep unease.
Taking a deep breath, I began to recite the spell, the foreign words feeling strange on my tongue. “Memoriar excidere… ultimae minutae… oblitum temporis.”