-2 and a half weeks earlier-
The dark night sky hovered over the streets of Britain. Twinkling stars scattered the dark like still fireworks. Arthur climbed into his bed that welcomed him after such a long day from work.
America and Canada were going to visit in the morning. The three of them hadn't been together in a while due to business and other priorities. Also due to the fact that they live in completely different continents.
After hours of tossing and turning in bed, Arthur decided he wouldn't be able to sleep any time soon. Too many old memories crawled back into his consciousness. Memories of meeting, and family, and war. He slipped out of bed and decided to go into his dungeon area to make a sleeping potion for himself. Either that or drive all the way to the store and get over the counter drugs.
The cold medieval stone room was cluttered with bookcases and candles on the floor. It reeked of vibrant potions and rotting wood.
"Where would that book be..." The Englishman mumbled to himself.
He drifted his finger over the book spines on the shelves and pulled out a navy blue covered spell book. He dropped it on the old desk against the wall. Dust and cobwebs flew away from where the book hit the wood. The pages inside were yellow with age. But the calligraphy could still be read easily despite the long years it had been used.
Arthur flipped page after page, looking for the potion instructions. He soon came upon a Osage he had never really looked at before. At the top it read, "Fountain of Youth Spell: Use at own risk. Anyone who performs this shall not remember what has been done."
How did he not see this before? Arthur sat down on the rickety chair beside the desk and moved his eyes back and forth to the writing. A spell that could turn someone to any age. Many pirates and travelers had tried to find something like this for centuries. Who knew it would be as simple as reading a spell?
Then Arthur thought about the North American brothers. Did he dare to use it? If he performed the spell he wouldn't know what would happen. He would be confused. Lost. But no spell went over his head forever.
Arthur tore the page out of the book and jumped out of the chair. The book fell behind the desk, out of sight. Arthur ran upstairs and hid the old piece of paper in one of his cookbooks.
"Just this once."
