Father Antonio was a man who had lived for thirty-five years, and in those years, he had tried to acquire as much information he could when it came to his own kind, “You do understand that by saying your memory was wiped not completely but by bits and pieces that there are chances that it might be your mother’s doing.”
Penny nodded her head. It wasn’t that it had never come across her mind. The thought kept revolving until she would try bringing up one reason after another of why her memory was wiped or when it could have been wiped.
“Could you tell me when you found out about this. The missing pieces of memory I mean,” asked Father Antonio, his eyes set on the girl who had both her hands resting on the table, holding them together.
“It was after we found out that I wasn’t a human but a white witch,” Penny wanted to speak more but she restricted herself from speaking further. The white witches were good people who didn’t mean harm which was why when Damien placed his hand on her thigh under the table, she concluded her words without going further to speak on it.
She wondered if it was because Damien didn’t trust the man enough to spill out everything they had known. But then, thought Penny to herself, how would the white witch help her?
“Hmm,” Father Antonio hummed.
“Give me your hand,” he asked her and reluctantly, Penny gave him her hands. Placing them in his where he grasped. The man didn’t bother to close his eyes but his eyes balls didn’t move. Concentrating on what he was supposed to do while she looked at Damien who looked at the man unblinkingly. After a few seconds, he let her hands go so that she could retract it back to her side, “I don’t have the answers, Miss Penelope. But there are two people who can help you,” Penny looked hopeful until the priest spoke up, “One being you by discovering the truth yourself in time and the second person who is your mother who might be the person responsible for tampering your memories.”
Yes, that was what Penny feared. That her mother had something to do with her memories which were missing in her right now. The question then turned to why’s? Why would there be a need to erase or make her forget things which were part of her? Did something bad happen? Did her mother mean to protect her and had made her forget so that she would be safe?
Father Antonio looked at the white witch who sat with them. It was often the genes of the white witches that overwhelmed the black witches genes turning the offspring to a white witch but a relationship between the stark two opposite of the same creatures was not usual.
The man found nothing unusual about her. She was a normal white witch who had come seeking answers. He heard the girl ask,
“Can white witches tamper memories?”
“Tampering doesn’t hold to just the black witches. You will be baffled to know that there are some white witches out here who have the ability to not just tamper but erase the memories you have built completely. It is how the white witches have been trying to live with the families they have found. But hardly a few make use of it,” he raised his hand for the fire to come up in the candles which were not burning previously, “To play with others emotions is not something with white witches take part in unlike the black witches who meddle around. If your mother is alive, I am sure she must have come to see you. No mother would be able to resist the bond between her and her child.”
Penny wished she could agree to it. Hoping that she had come to see and the woman had come to see her without her knowledge when she had gone to visit her uncle and aunt’s house with Damien. But the reason wasn’t the kind Penny thought it would be if she ever came to see her.
“Can you help me fix some of the memories?” she asked him unabashedly. The curiosity of why and what happened was eating her up where she was looking for answers.
“It would be hard,” father Antonio tried to be as frank as he could with her.
Damien who was already aware of this matter spoke on behalf of the priest who pressed his lips together while also confirming with the white witcher, “You aren’t proficient in it.”
Father Antonio smiled, nodding his head in agreement with what Damien just said, “That is right. The mind is a very delicate subject. If something goes wrong, you will not only lose the tampered ones but also existing ones. It is one of the reasons why the white witches don’t part take in such activities. But I can help you with other things like guiding that might come in handy.”
“I am sure you know that that is not what we came for, Antonio,” Damien leaned back in the chair he sat. His sharp eyes looking at the blue-eyed man.
“Of course,” there was a small sheen of sweat that formed on the priest’s forehead on the words of Damien, “I can help her in a few spells but they won’t be as effective as what the black witches make use of. You do need to understand that what we and they deal with are two completely different things. What we use is white matter, things that belong to the light and usually, the light has a lesser effect on what we make use of. While the black witches, make use of the darkness. Like death which is easily available, the energy that comes from the pain, blood, and things that we consider to be inhumane. But I will help you with what I can. Mr. Quinn, would you mind if I kept her here for a few days?”
“Yes, I would,” Damien deadpanned
