Rosaria crept into Willow's room that night. She was careful to watch her step so as not to trip or kick something and wake Willow. She wanted to see if Willow brought anything with her that might be of some use to her.

She opened the door to Willow's wardrobe and saw a bag lying in the bottom of it. She opened the bag and saw the light of the candle she was holding reflect off something golden. She looked inside and repressed a squeal when she saw what the light was reflecting off. She pulled the conch shell out of Willow's bag and quietly placed the bag back in the wardrobe. Rosaria held her candle up to it, and her heart throbbed with excitement when she saw that she was holding a Sea Sorceress's cauldron!

How on earth did Willow get this? she wondered. She couldn't ask her, because that would give away that she was rummaging through her things. Rosaria quickly stood up and walked out of Willow's room. She had dreamed of obtaining a Sea Sorceress's cauldron but didn't know how to find one.

She had only read about them in some of her books. Rosaria wanted the cauldron because one of her own spell books had a potion in it that she really wanted to make, and she could only make the potion by using one. It was a spell to make one's voice able to put someone under their control just by the sound of their singing.

She got a bag from her own wardrobe and put the shell in it. Rosaria pulled a stone out of the wall and saw a spell book that she had brought with her to the castle sitting in the wall space behind the bedroom wall. She then sneaked down to the chemistry room, opened her book, and read the ingredients for the potion. It called for the vocal cords of a dead sailor, seaweed, fresh seawater, and barnacles.

The spell itself had to be written on parchment paper and burned. Then, she had to mix the ashes with the rest of the mixture. Rosaria decided to try to walk down to the lagoon behind the castle to get the water in the middle of the night.

She took an empty jar out of the chemistry room to carry the water in back to the castle, and walked down to the water's edge. Rosaria placed the shell in the water, and as soon as she did, she saw a blue glow illuminate the water. Rosaria scooped the water into the cauldron and poured it into the jar. Suddenly, she felt a horrific pain searing through her hand.

The pain felt like a thousand poison-coated knives suddenly stabbing her hand all at once. In the glowing light of the cauldron, she saw a little octopus with blue rings on it swimming in the shell. Rosaria panicked and threw the shell in the air. It fell into the water about twenty feet away.

She was so desperate to keep the shell that she swam after it and got it out of the water. She felt the little creature's poison flowing through her body and knew she had to get back to the castle before it killed her. Rosaria felt her strength beginning to fail as she ran through the castle door. She hoped Lillithia still had some of that healing potion left.

Rosaria banged on Lillithia's bedroom door, waking her up from a sound sleep. Lillithia opened the door, and Rosaria stumbled into the room. Lillithia saw what she was holding and the horrible welt on her hand where the octopus had stung her. "What happened to you?"

"I found a Sea Sorceress's cauldron, and when I tried to dip it into the water to collect water for the voice spell, a little octopus stung me!" Rosaria said.

"Where did you get that cauldron?"

Rosaria took a deep breath. It was confession time. "I took it from Willow."

Lillithia's face turned red with anger. "Did you ask her if you could take it?"

"No, but I was going to put it back in her bag before she woke up!" Rosaria whimpered.

"What did the little creature look like?" Lillithia asked. She grabbed the glass of healing potion and handed it to Rosaria. Rosaria guzzled it down, but her condition continued to deteriorate. Her legs suddenly went numb, and she collapsed on the floor. "It was a little octopus with rings on it," Rosaria said.

"Good God!" Lillithia gasped. She ran out of the room and returned with a glass of Basilisk anti-venom. "Drink this up! It's the most powerful anti-venom Victor has."

Rosaria drank the anti-venom and felt her strength begin to slowly return to her.

"A Blue-Ringed Octopus! You know, you're lucky that you lived long enough to make it back to the castle. What am I supposed to tell Victor if you die?" Lillithia scolded.

Rosaria saw there was enough water in her jar to make her voice potion.

"I feel better now," Rosaria said. The numbness began wearing away from her legs. She hobbled to her feet.

"You know what Victor said about using Willow's stuff without her permission!" Lillithia growled. Rosaria sighed.

"Now, go put that cauldron back in Willow's bag," Lillithia snapped as she crawled back into bed. Rosaria stood up and walked to the door. She decided to try to make the spell anyway. She stopped in her room and got the sailor's vocal cords out of the space behind the brick in the wall. She walked down to the chemistry room and took the shell out of her bag.

She lit a candle, placed the cauldron on the table, and poured the water in the cauldron. Rosaria wrote the spell down on a piece of paper, tore up the paper, put it in a bowl, and held her candle down in it, letting the paper catch on fire. Rosaria sang, "Sea foam boil and sea foam bubble. Give my voice the song that makes women weep when I drag their lovers to the deep."

She watched as the paper singed and turned to soot. When there was nothing left there but soot, she blew the flames out. She poured the water and soot into the cauldron and then put the barnacles in.

Rosaria put the sailor's vocal cords in, and when the vocal cords hit the water, she felt a jolt of electricity that was so strong, it pushed her backward. As she fell, there was a clap of thunder in the room, and a ghost of a young woman suddenly appeared in a flash of lightning. Her face was furious, and as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone.

Rosaria hit the apparatus, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter. I'm in trouble now! she thought. There was no way she could keep her mess a secret from Victor. She had been shocked by the electricity, but she was not hurt.

Rosaria took being injured twice in the same night as a sign that she should not ever use the shell again. She began sweeping up the broken glass, when she heard the one sound she'd hoped she wouldn't hear that evening: footsteps.

The door swung open, and Victor stood in the doorway. In the candlelight, Rosaria could see his face turn red with fury. "What are you doing down here at this hour? And what happened to my apparatus?" he growled.

"I-I was making the hypnotic voice potion I told you I wanted to make," Rosaria said.

"Where did you get that Sea Sorceress's cauldron?" Victor gasped when he saw the shell.

Rosaria knew that Victor could sense lies. She decided there was a small chance she would get a less severe punishment if she told the truth. "I got it out of Willow's bag," Rosaria confessed.

"Is she aware that you are using it?"

"No." Rosaria hung her head in shame.

Victor's eyes grew as wide as saucers. His face turned maroon with anger. "Why did you steal from her? You know how important it is for the coup to go precisely as we planned! You'd better be glad that your rooms are in the other part of the castle, or else she would have heard that noise just now!" Victor snapped.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Rosaria whimpered.

"It had better not! What happened to your hand?" he asked, taking note of the huge scab that had formed where the octopus stung Rosaria.

"I went to the shore to get the ocean water for the spell. When I dipped the shell in the water, a small octopus stung me," Rosaria said.

"Of course strange things happened when you used the Sea Sorceress's cauldron! Who knows what could have happened to you! You might have drowned while standing on dry land! You can get electrocuted as if you touched an electric eel! You can get stung by jellyfish and octopuses, and who knows what else can happen! Unlike Willow, you, Lillithia, and I don't have fairy magic! I told you not to use her things without her permission when she came, didn't I?" He shoved his forefinger in Rosaria's face. "Now, we have to keep Willow on our good side, right?"

"Yes, sir," Rosaria whimpered.

"Now, go put that cauldron back where you got it and go to bed! This behavior won't go unpunished!" Victor growled.

Rosaria slowly walked to the door of the chemistry room. She stopped and turned toward Victor. "Sir, I have some questions."

"Go put the shell back first," Victor mumbled.

Rosaria walked back upstairs. She gently opened the door, careful not to wake Willow, and opened the wardrobe door. She found the bag and gently placed the shell inside before quietly closing the bedroom door and breathing a sigh of relief. She walked back down to the library and closed the door. Victor was sitting at his desk, reading a large book.

"Sir, I wanted to ask you something," Rosaria said.

Victor looked up from the book he was reading. "What is it?" he asked.

"Willow is a Weather Sorceress. How did she get a Sea Sorceress's cauldron?"

"Well, perhaps she was friends with a Sea Sorceress she has not told us about yet," Victor said. "Or perhaps because sorcerers are rather hard to come by, she was just the best one to protect it. When a sorcerer or sorceress dies, their most prized possession finds the best sorcerer or sorceress to protect it if it hasn't already been given or willed to another one."

He looked back down at his book. "Now, go to bed. I have to think up a good punishment for you."

Rosaria sulked as she walked up the stairs and went to bed. She could not go to sleep, dreading whatever punishment Victor was going to give her in the morning. Rosaria knew he was a powerful warlock and could do just about anything he wanted to her.

She lay for several hours, trying to sleep, until she saw sunlight beginning to break on the horizon. She was startled by the sound of someone knocking on her door. "Come in," Rosaria said. The door opened, and she saw Victor standing in the doorway.

"I have thought of a punishment for you, and I want to talk to you about it before you go down to breakfast."

Here I go, the moment of truth. What will my punishment be? Rosaria wondered. "All right, what is it?" she asked.

"I will wipe your memory of everything you did last night. That will be today's spellwork lesson since I should shame you for going through people's things without their permission!" Victor said. Rosaria was terrified. What if he wiped her whole memory? She knew he was capable of doing much worse to her, and kept her mouth shut.

Willow awoke to the sun streaming through her window. She got dressed and ran downstairs. The three others were eating breakfast in total silence. Rosaria stared into her bowl of oatmeal and stirred her spoon around in it, obviously sulking about something.

"What's wrong, Rosaria?" Willow asked.

"I'm getting my memory wiped," Rosaria answered.

Lillithia dropped her spoon in her bowl of oatmeal. "What?" she shrieked.

Victor said, "I caught Rosaria going through my own personal spell books last night. I have to teach her a lesson for her mistake!"

"What kinds of memories are we going to learn how to wipe?" Lillithia asked.

"All kinds of memories!" Victor said. "Of course, we are going to start this lesson after you have taken your daily quiz; that way you won't forget the information you learned yesterday. I'm sure the three of you studied last night."

They walked into the library. Willow saw the blackboard that Victor used for teaching sitting in the front of the room, and it had five questions written on it. "Now, you have five minutes to complete this quiz. You may all take out a sheet of paper," Victor said. Willow pulled a piece of paper out of a drawer and placed it on her desk.

Willow looked at the grandfather clock in the front of the room. The second hand passed the nine. "Fifteen seconds until we start," Victor said. "Five, four, three, two, one. Start."

Willow hurriedly wrote down the answers to all the questions. She knew the answers to all of them.

At the end of the five minutes, Victor said, "Time's up. Hand in your papers." Willow and the others turned in their papers.

"Who can tell me the answer to number one?" Victor asked. "Read the question first, please." Lillithia and Willow raised their hands.

"Yes, Lillithia," Victor said.

"What objects make up a fairy ring? The answer is either rocks or mushrooms can make up a fairy ring."

"Very good."

After they finished reciting the answers for the quiz, Victor said, "Turn to page 597 in The Theory and Practice of Spellcraft."

Willow pulled out her book and began flipping through the pages. This must be an advanced spell to be way back in the fifteenth chapter, she thought. She saw the words "Memory Wiping Spells" written at the top of the page. The instructions for a spell to erase one hour of a person's memory were written under the title.

"Everyone stand up. We can't practice these spells correctly sitting down," Victor said. The three of them stood up and walked to the center of the room. Rosaria winced as she imagined what Victor might do to her. "Rosaria, you are practicing this spell with me. Lillithia, you are practicing with Willow."

"Why do the rest of us need to have our memories wiped?" Lillithia asked.

"Because a memory wipe spell is something you are still going to need to learn. Why not start now?"

Willow was very nervous. What if something went wrong like yesterday when she accidentally lit the globe on fire? What if she wiped Lillithia's memory for good? What if Lillithia wiped HER memory for good?

"We are going to start with the one-hour memory wipe spell," Victor said. "Now, repeat after me. 'Memories come, and memories go. Now, an hour back in time they'll go!'"

"Memories come, and memories go. Now, an hour back in time they'll go!" the three students chanted.

He held up his wand and pointed it at Rosaria. "Point your wands at each other like this," Victor said. Willow could see Rosaria trembling as she held up her wand. Victor said, "On the count of three, we will all recite the spell together." Rosaria swallowed nervously. "One, two, three!"

They all said, "Memories come, and memories go. Now, an hour back in time they'll go!"

Willow saw pink clouds come out of the tip of her and Lillithia's wands. The clouds engulfed both of them, and they smelled so bad that Willow fought back an urge to vomit. She felt her memory of waking up, eating breakfast, and taking the quiz slip out of her mind, but as soon as the smoke dissipated, her memory of the events that occurred earlier that morning came flooding back.

"How did I get here?" Rosaria squealed. Lillithia looked around confusedly.

"All right, I want the three of you to tell me what happened to you today from the moment you woke up until now," Victor said.

"How am I supposed to do that? I don't remember how I got down here! Did I sleepwalk?" Rosaria asked. Willow stifled a laugh at the question. She wondered why the spell didn't work on her.

"No, Rosaria, you didn't sleepwalk down here. We are learning to do memory wipe spells, and you were already standing down here." Victor laughed.

Willow could not help but laugh also. Lillithia said, "I don't remember anything either!"

"Do you remember last night?" Victor asked.

"Yes!" Lillithia said. "I remember nearly getting killed by Willow."

"Well, you won't be able to remember that by the end of our lesson. We are going to learn one more wipe today, the twenty-four-hour wipe," Victor said.

Willow meekly raised her hand.

"Yes, Willow?" he asked.

"Um, I remember eating oatmeal for breakfast," Willow replied.

The others stared at her with their mouths open. "Well, that's interesting," Victor said.

Victor put his wand down so as not to accidentally cast the spell while teaching the students. "Now, the next spell goes like this. 'Memories come, and memories go. Back yours go to a day ago!'" He picked up his wand and pointed it at Rose.

Willow and Lillithia pointed their wands at each other. Victor said, "Now, on the count of three, you'll say that spell. One, two, three!"

"Memories come, and memories go. Back yours go to a day ago!" Willow said. This time, a blue cloud came out of their wands and surrounded their opponents. Again, it smelled terrible, and the smell nearly made Willow pass out. She felt her memory slip away, but again, it returned to her after the cloud dissipated.

Lillithia and Rosaria looked around themselves in a stupor, obviously wondering how they got to the library. "What happened? We were taking Willow out to get her wand from the tree, and suddenly, we are here!" Rosaria squealed. A devious grin stretched across Victor's face.

Willow decided to talk to Victor after the lesson was over. Why didn't the spell work on her? She heard Lillithia say the same words as the others did, but again, the spell didn't stick.

"Well, Rosaria, I have an explanation for this time jump. Extraterrestrials abducted the four of us when we were going out to get Willow's wand, and we have no memory of what happened aboard their ship. Remember when we saw that grey flying cylinder in the sky?" Victor asked.

Willow wondered if Rosaria's spell had made Victor go crazy. Rosaria and Lillithia ran over to one of the windows and looked outside. "There are no flying cylinders in the sky!" Lillithia exclaimed.

"It has already left," Victor said. He pointed his wand toward a shelf. A strange-looking book with a metal circular-shaped object on the cover floated out to Rosaria's desk. The book opened on its own to a page with a metal cylindrical-shaped object with wings flying through the sky. The two women huddled around the book, but Willow stayed at her desk.

"You don't want to look to see what took us all?" Victor asked Willow.

Willow turned her wand over in her hands, knowing full well that they did not get kidnapped by anyone the day before. She wanted to talk to Victor about it in private. "No, that's okay. I don't want to see it."

"Now, turn back in your books to page five. We will now practice transporting ourselves from one place to another," Victor said.

Willow and the others turned back to page five in the beginning of the book. She read the description under the spell.

It read,

"Imagine you are somewhere you can travel to. Think of the name of the country, state, or city. The place your heart wants to go must be in alignment with the place you say you want to go. Wave your wand over your head three times and say, 'I imagine I'm in (say the name of the place you would like to go here)! Time and space now make it so.'"

Suddenly the thought of going to the library her mom had talked about popped into Willow's head. Her heart gave a leap, but she wondered if she was better off staying with Victor.

"Now, I shall demonstrate traveling from the library into the dining room for you," Victor said. He walked to the library door and closed it. "I am closing the door and locking it to show you that there is no way I can walk out of the room. He put the keys on his desk and stood several feet away. Victor held his wand above his head and waved it three times. "I imagine I am in my dining room! Time and space now make it so!" he said.

He suddenly disappeared into thin air. Rosaria jumped and squealed, startled. She heard knocking on the library door, and squealed again. "It's me!" Victor's voice called. Rosaria picked his keys up off the desk and unlocked the door. Victor walked into the room, grinning broadly. "See, it's not as hard as it looks." Willow stared at him with her mouth hanging open. Victor locked the door again.

"Now, the three of you are going to try it, but I request that you don't go anywhere outside this castle in case you should have difficulty casting the spell again to bring yourself back here," Victor said. Willow tried to imagine that she was in her bedroom in the castle, but she longed to try to go to the library her mother had told her about. She tried desperately to put the place out of her mind.

"Now, are the three of you ready?" Victor asked.

"Yes." Rose and Lillithia said, but Willow wasn't so sure that she was ready.

"Okay, you know the drill by now. On the count of three, you recite the spell." He counted out loud. "One, Two, Three!"

Willow waved the wand over her head and said, "I imagine I am in my bedroom. Now time and space shall make it so."

An image of the library flashed in her mind at the last second. Willow felt herself disappearing into thin air. She saw Victor's library disappear in a blur, and she was suddenly aware that she was standing in at least two feet of something cold. A violent wind blew at her face, and she felt as if her skin was getting stabbed with frozen knives. Small blocks of ice flew right in her face, and she struggled to open her eyes.

When she did, she saw she was standing on the side of a snow-covered mountain. Willow's bones began to freeze from the frigid cold.

Where am I? she wondered, terror gripping her body. If she didn't get back to Victor's castle on the warm tropical island soon, she was going to freeze to death. She did not remember her mother saying anything about the climate of the place where the library was.

Willow looked around and did not see any buildings that might be a library. She began to panic. Where was she? Why was she in this place?

Please work, please work . . . she thought as she fumbled with her wand in her frozen hands.

She waved her wand over her head and said, "Time and space . . . take me back to Victor's castle." Nothing happened.

Oh gosh, what were the words again? Willow wondered. "Help!" she yelled as she stumbled around in the snow, hoping beyond all hope that someone would hear her. No one was around.

I am going to die here! Willow thought in horror. A few minutes later, she saw a figure of a man appear next to her. Victor! she thought. Relief washed over her when she saw who the man was.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I-I don't know! I'm sorry!" Willow said, teeth chattering in the zero-degree weather.

Victor grabbed her arm, waved his wand over his head, and said, "I imagine that Willow and I are back at my castle! Now time and space shall make it so!"

Those were the words! Willow thought, upset that she didn't remember the exact words to the spell. Her small memory slip nearly killed her. The mountains became a blur, and Willow was relieved to feel the warmth of Victor's castle. His library came into view.

"Where were you? We've been looking for you!" Lillithia wailed.

"I don't know! I was suddenly in this mountain range, standing in the middle of a snowstorm!" Willow replied.

Rosaria burst out laughing. "Why did you go there?" she asked, nearly doubling over with laughter.

Willow knew she would have laughed as well if someone had told her that. She smiled and said, "I don't know!"

Then, it occurred to her that she could probably tell the other students why that had happened. "The day my mother was caught, she said a lady had told her about a library that would be a safe place for magical people being hunted by the government. That place flashed in my mind as I recited the spell, and I wound up sending myself to the top of a mountain."

When she mentioned the other library, she thought she saw Victor's face grow stern, but she put it out of her mind as just being in her imagination. He smiled and said, "That is why we practice spellwork! So that we don't wind up doing something or accidentally transporting us somewhere that could kill us. Now, it's time for lunch. Lillithia and Rosaria, why don't you two go fix it?"

"Yes, sir," Lillithia said. She and Rosaria walked out of the room. When Willow and Victor were alone, Willow decided to ask him about the memory spell. He walked over to the bookshelf. Willow walked up to him and said, "Um, Victor, we didn't get kidnapped yesterday."

"I know, but that was the best explanation I could give them."

"How come I didn't forget anything? The memories began slipping from my mind, but then, they suddenly rushed back. I remember everything that happened yesterday."

"Perhaps Lillithia has to work on her spellwork. Not everyone gets it right on the first try."

"Victor, how did you not lose your memory?"

"I drank a memory-protecting potion before the lesson. One that I will teach the three of you within the next couple months."

"Also, how did you find me when I accidentally transported myself to the mountain?"

"You said that you wanted to be transported to your bedroom. When you didn't come back down to the library, I grew concerned. I asked the spell to take me to where Willow Nightshade was."

That night, Willow was reading over her spells, studying for the morning quiz. She wanted to see if he could tutor her on the transporter spell. She walked out of her room and looked around the castle, but did not find him. Willow walked down to the library and saw Lillithia reading through her books.

"Hi, Lillithia, do you know where Victor is?" Willow asked.

Lillithia looked up from her books. "Oh, he goes for a walk in the evenings," she said.

"Do you know what time he will be back? I want to see if he can tutor me on the transporter spell we learned today."

"I have no idea."

"Maybe you can help me. Did you and Rosaria get the spell right on the first try?"

"Yes, both of us did."

"Could you help me learn the spell?" Willow asked.

Lillithia smiled. "I certainly can. Let me go get Rosaria so she can help you too."

"Oh, thank you!" Willow breathed.

Lillithia walked out of the room and returned moments later with Rosaria trailing behind her. "We both will come with you so that you aren't left alone anywhere," Lillithia said.

Willow smiled. "Thank you!" she said.

"Do you remember the words?" Rosaria asked.

Willow smiled and rolled up her left sleeve. She had written the spell on her arm in case she forgot the words of the spell. She had also studied the words so much and had memorized them so well that she felt that she could not forget them easily.

"That's great!" Rosaria laughed.

"Now, how did Victor bring you back?" Lillithia asked.

Willow thought for a moment. "He grabbed my arm, waved the wand over his head with his free arm, and recited the spell," Willow said.

Lillithia shifted from one foot to the other. "So you should stand on the outside and grab my right arm with your left, and Rosaria will hold my left hand," she said.

Willow grabbed Lillithia's right hand with her left hand, and Lillithia held hands with Rosaria. Willow asked, "Where do you two want to go?"

Rosaria said, "The spell doesn't work unless we go to where YOU want to go!" Willow thought of somewhere she would like to go. This time, it was a place on the island she had been to. She waved her wand above her head three times and said, "I imagine I am standing under the Rainbowflower tree. Now time and space shall make it so!" There was suddenly a blur, and darkness engulfed them. Willow could smell the sweet aroma of the Rainbowflower tree, and through the branches, she could see the light of the full moon.

Willow illuminated her right hand and looked around. Sure enough, she could see the rainbowflowers in the light. There was an odd orange cloud that stretched across the horizon. "Look at that cloud there!" Willow commented. She pointed at the cloud.

"Victor says that cloud appeared over the island when his brother brought magic back to this realm," Lillithia said.

Willow saw a strange blue glowing figure darting through the trees. "What's that?"

A chill went down her spine. Just then, several spectral creatures began to form around them out of thin air.

"I think we'd better get outta here!" Rosaria whimpered.

"Rose, you grab Willow!" Lillithia said, voice trembling in terror. One of the specters approached Willow, and Willow saw it was a beautiful female spirit with long black hair. She opened her mouth, and Willow heard the beginnings of the most beautiful melody that she had ever heard.

Willow heard someone else mumble something, and all of a sudden, everything became a blur. She saw the light of Victor's fireplace and was aware that she was back in the library. The trance the creature had Willow in broke, and a terrible pain shot through her head.

"What were those things?" Willow asked.

"Demons from Levotheria in the Dead Realms! A fairy ring must have formed somewhere. Victor says they are popping up now," Lillithia said.

"We will have to tell Victor about it when he returns," Willow said.

Lillithia's eyes widened. "You will not tell him anything! Rose did something bad last night, and now no one knows what it was because we have all forgotten it!" Lillithia growled through gritted teeth.

"But what if they attack us here?" Willow asked.

"They won't. Victor has put all kinds of spells of protection on this castle," Lillithia said.

The three of them went to bed, but Willow lay awake, thinking about the creature that had attacked her. Something about her looked very familiar to Willow. She sat bolt upright in bed when she remembered where she had seen the woman's face before.

The woman looked exactly like one of the murder victims Riordan had showed her a drawing of! She decided to tell Victor about what she had seen when he returned from his walk. Willow shot out of bed and got dressed.

Should she tell Rosaria and Lillithia? She did not know. Willow ran down the stairs and sat in a chair by the door to wait for Victor to come home. Suddenly, the scent of lavender filled the air, and Willow was doused in a cloud of lavender dust. She fell fast asleep in her chair. Rosaria stood behind her, holding a can of Sandman Fairy dust.

She knew that none of Victor's spells could work on Willow, being that Willow was a sorceress and Rosaria was a witch, but other fairy magic would. Sandman Fairy dust was known to cause wild dreams. I may not be able to wipe your memory of the creatures you saw, but I can make you think you dreamt seeing the Faeblood Wraiths, Rosaria thought. And that was exactly what happened.