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“So the gap seems to be from then because I also can’t really remember that,” he says, and I nod. “That’s a good point to work on then. We’ll go back to that moment, and then try and push past the barrier that’s been placed there.”
“How do we…” I stop speaking when the surroundings change, and it’s like we’re zooming around, except we’re staying in place. It’s the area that’s zooming, not us, but when it stops speeding, and instead starts dissolving into colours, I close my eyes.
I can feel my stomach whirring, and Ryes’s words ofthis is realrush at me. I refuse to throw up.
Eventually, everything settles and the sea sick feeling disappears. I reopen my eyes, catching the amused grin on Ryes’s face, but I don’t acknowledge it because we’re now in our kitchen at the dorms at Whisperfelt.
Ryes and I are off to the side, and nobody notices our arrival.
“Because we’re not really there,”he says, confusing me.“This is a memory, ZoZo. The you and me in this moment, that we’re watching, don’t exist. We’re real, they’re not.”
Ah. Okay. That helps.
The past version of me—this fake one who is… was me a week ago—rushes over to the sink, and throws up noisily. It causes my stomach to lurch, but I push the feeling away.
“You’re throwing up,” Ryes says, rubbing my—her?—back as Eirik comes into the room, and asks what is going on. The me in this reality reassures him that I’m fine, and then, the memory just stops.
It doesn’t continue with the fake things we remember, or move on to the next day, it legit just pauses as if we’ve pressed the button on a remote.
My brows draw together as my magicae reaches out to assess the situation.
“Oh, we have definitely picked the right memory,” Ryes says, narrowing his eyes as he looks for the invisible spell. “Okay, I need to bring Eirik in. I hate to admit it, but I’m not strong enough to undo this spell on my own.”
“Can you feel the spell?” I ask, my tone rising in pitch.
“Yes. But more than that… I can see the layers. One part is familiar, somehow, but the rest? It’s powerful, that’s all I can say. Someone has worked powerful magicae, and it goes deep within you.”
Someone has had their hands on you, and when I find them… well.
His words terrify me, and I know without a doubt I need to figure out what has happened here. I need to know.
“Let me try,” I say, and he shakes his head. But I decide to do it anyway. I love Ryes, I really do, but this is somethingIneed to do for me.
This ismymind. I’m used to never knowing what is going on, struggling with my emotions and the instability within, but I refuse to let someone else do that to me.
“Revelare,” I shout, putting the full weight of my power behind me as I invoke the spell. Ryes sucks a breath in through his teeth before his eyes widen.
“Holy shit, ZoZo!” he jumps back from me, and I spot my arms have gone gold. So are my legs. Oh no, oh wow. My whole body is glowing gold as power forces its way out of me.
“Omnia enim mea sunt,” I shout when there’s some resistance. My magicae is not happy about fighting against this magicae, even though we know it’s for the best.
I won’t examine the reason why, even if it’s abundantly clear.
“For all things are yours,” Ryes murmurs, voicing my spell in English. “It’s worked, baby. The spell has broken. Want to force your body to do what you need, or you happy enough for me to show you?”
“You do it,” I say, feeling a little winded when I pull back. I’m not drained, just tired as if I’ve run a mile or two and need to reclaim my breath.
Or, you know, if I’ve run up the stairs. I’m not fit enough to run two miles.
“There we go,” Ryes says, rewinding the scenery around us to just before I throw up. I get to watch that majorly unattractive scene happenagainbefore the rest starts to play out.
I reveal something dangerous, something that was clearly erased from my mind to protect him.
I reveal that my mate, the one I keep visiting at night time, is a soul witch.
But worse than that… I meet him. He comes to me, he protects me, he takes this burden from my soul.
A burden I couldn’t let lie and forced out of my subconscious just to satisfy the curiosity within.
