Riordan
48 hours till.
My body felt heavy as I open my eyes, blinded by the intense sunlight coming through my window.
I hadn't had a good sleep in months and I was surprised to feel incredibly well rested.
It was finally Saturday, and the only thing I could think about was how my father was going to kill me when he finds out I'm sneaking out today.
He'll inevitably find out, but I had to do this.
17 hours ago
Soren
''You want me to put a spell on you?''
I examine the book Riordan gave me. I'd been given a copy of this book years ago by a mentor, and had a feeling what exact spell she wanted me to put on her.
''Precisely, yes.''
Her eyes sparkled when she said this--I think she truly believed that I would want to do this to her.
''I'm not bringing your lost memory back.''
''Come on, Soren--it couldn't hurt. My Mom wrote about Faye being there when I was born--maybe there are other memories I have of her from when I was little.''
''You believe that if I restore your childhood memories that you'll somehow find where she lives?''
''Maybe? It's worth a shot, right?''
I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose.
''You have no idea how this warlock thing works. Some spells come at a cost. Your ability comes at a cost. It's how the universe does it's math.''
''God, don't even start with Math. I will literally blow my brains out.''
''Riordan, this is serious. Some memories stay dormant for a reason. I don't want to bring back any past trauma you could potentially have. Maybe there's a reason you don't remember your Aunt Faye--have you ever thought of that?''
''What possible reason could that be?''
''I don't know. It's just a possibility. You're already going through a lot right now and putting another spell on you, I don't think it's a good idea.''
Riordan crosses her arms and smiles mischievously. ''You care about me.''
''I do not have a choice but to care about you. I'm your Guardian.''
''My what?''
''Guardian. And frankly I find you incredibly stubborn and hot-headed.''
''But you still care.''
I crack my neck, aging rapidly from this conversation.
''Sit down.''
''Why--''
"Sit—"
"But why—"
''Just sit the hell down, Riordan--you wanna do this? Let's do it. But don't say I didn't warn you.''
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