wasn’t supposed to tell her, but I didn't know why.
I wanted to scream, to strike out at everything in front of me. Still, no matter
how strong the urge to fight which boiled inside me, I was equally consumed with immense sadness and defeat. Tears streamed down my face, and I did the first thing that made sense – I fell sobbing into my grandmother's arms. I needed
her above all.
Calmly speaking as she stroked my hair, Gram said, “Let it out, my love."
In the warmth of her arms, I cried. Every bit of emotion I had been holding
back for so long came rushing out. Minutes went by before the sobs escaping my
body began to slow. I was left with a fantastic sense of understanding. The peace
I was feeling was not only from the love of my grandmother but from the
elemental magic swirling around me and pulsing through my veins.
Composed, I stood up from the floor and offered my hand to my
grandmother. “I know why you did it, Gram. You had no choice. I understand what the promise we both made means.”
With a look of relief, she smiled and kissed my cheek. “I hoped you would
understand. Now, we need to make plans to fulfill our promise.” Gram
immediately began to gather bottles and bags. “Cole, can you carry this box to the kitchen?” she asked, and then handed him her supplies.
Turning towards me, my grandmother put her lavender journal into my
hands. “I have been writing everything you need to know down since you were a
small girl.”
Slowly leafing through the book, I could see her wavy handwriting along
with small drawings and diagrams. I stopped on a page that said Memory Potion.
It read:
Memory Potion
Rainwater collected on the eve of a full moon
Two cinnamon sticks soaked in vanilla bean oil for at least six days
Crushed lavender leaves
Pinch of sea salt
Combine all ingredients at sunrise and place half into a small vial.
Upon consumption of the potion, refill the bottle with the remaining
liquid and keep in a safe place.
!! Warning !!
This spell will not erase – only contain – the memories.
Memories can be returned only with the remaining potion if the herb of memory
is added.
“This is the spell you used, right? Do you have any more of the potion left?”
I questioned.
Bay danced around on the table, spinning her long blue ponytail. “She has
the ingredients to make more. Now, get your nose out of the book. You have much to remember.”
“Ignore her.” Blaze glared at the Water elemental. “She is easily excited.”
Taking the book from me, she handed it to Gram and said, “Come with us.”
“Why not go to your favorite picnic spot? Let's stay close, today,” Gram
