He nodded as he bent slightly to place his head on my shoulder to hug me back. I stood on the tip of my toes. “How much?”
I didn’t know exactly how my mother had changed into me. She had kept the pregnancy a secret. It must have been bloody as a magical anomaly the size of my wings was almost unheard of.
There were rumors of how Lady Gray had been carrying a child for 3 years and she drank the blood of newborns to keep them alive, but the only evidence that we found was that she had been going regularly to the clinic for infertility at least till an age of 25 years. But that was debatable as she might have lied about her age. The village registry stated that she would have been 26. We didn’t know exactly which one was right.
“A lot of time,” I replied, rubbing his back. Let's live this through.
He shook a bit. He was crying. “I just got you back.”
“I am sorry.” Truthfully, I did not know that he would take in his memory this easily. He had been sick. So much so that he couldn’t even move. He had been bed ridden for weeks on end. “I am sorry,” I repeated.
“This is wrong. I should be consoling you, not the other way around,” he sniffled.
“It’s okay, Tae. You take the lead next time.”
“Shut up.”
I giggled. His voice was so groggy from crying. Tae, everything is bleeding together.
“Do you still have those dreams?”
I shook my head. More than dreams, they used to be contrasting memories. It just became more and more frequent as my age increased. Much more vivid and much much more debilitating. “We found a solution.”
He pushed himself away and looked at me.
“Father used a memory charm to block all their memories. It worked as father met her around 16 years of age.” I still got some disconnected thoughts, but it was really hard for me to differentiate it from my “real” ones. Sometimes it felt like I didn’t even have privy to my own thoughts.
“Do you have the key?” Yes.
“He burnt it.” I shook my head. “It was his and my signatures together.”
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