"A Memory Inscription Spell!" I exclaimed.
"Correct," said Aunt Yeung. She sounded pleased.
"Our one in the Wishing Box is about this big, right?" you said, holding you hands out to about the size of the box.
"Right," I replied.
"Guess how big this one is," you said, nodding to your aunt and the glowing, moving figures.
"Uh…" I held out my hands out about a metre from each other.
"The whole mountain," you said with a smirk.
"The whole…?!"
"Here we are," interrupted Aunt Yeung. She looked stern, but there was a distinct air of pleasure in her countenance. She reached up a hand to the figures and made a complicated gesture. Immediately, one of the figures grew bigger until they were about life-size.
"That's Zhan," I said. I'd recognise that kid anywhere... "He stole Bran's sword."
"And destroyed it," added Aunt Yeung.
"What?!" I gasped then looked to you. "Really?"
You nodded. "It's what caused my, uh, interest in blood that one time."
"Ohh…"
