He had gone to speak with Endymion's father, while I was finally able to speak with him alone. I had made my brother leave, but Endymion beat me to the punch by requesting privacy, which he agreed to. Endymion left for the kitchen, and I spoke with him.
"I do not have much time, but I will try this method to see if it works; this cup I took from the kitchen is a key that I believe can help unite the blood to accomplish something; promise me you will not tell anyone."
He nodded skeptically, but then I cut his hand, allowing his blood to flow into the cup, and it began to shine, as expected. I then repeated the process with my hand, which flew down until it mixed, and I smiled as I did so; now I must drink it.
"You only need to drink a drop; the rest I will clean; I promise everything wil
