The glow subsided when Lucas got his memories wiped, as Thomas looked at his pen, which had turned into a feather, a quill. It was magically attached to the book.

The books first page read, in swirling black letters

Author: Thomas Sanders

"Lucas?" Thomas asked, snapping out of the lights trance, looking up at the confused male.

"How do you know my name, child?" Lucas inquired, as he let go of the small child, glancing at the normal book on the table. "Was I tutoring you?" Lucas logically came up with, filling in the blanks. He'd figure it out the gaps later.

Thomas stumbled with her words. He kept trying to say that they were just talking about the magic book, but the words were stuck in his throat.

"Yes, Mister. You were tutoring me." Thomas gave in, looking at the clock. "But our time is over. Can you give me a ride home, Mr. Abacus?" Thomas asked, quietly, urgently trying to get home to talk to them.

"Of course, Thomas. Is your mother home yet?" Lucas asked, not wanting to leave Thomas home alone if he could help it.

"I think so, Mister." Thomas said, as he quickly grabbed his book and headed to what seemed to be the garage.

"You have a sense of urgency, huh? Is something waiting for you at home that you are overeager to get to?" Lucas asked, and Thomas nodded, a big smile forced into his face.

"I see. Well, then we will accelerate. Lead the way, Thomas." Lucas followed behind, opening up his car to get in the driver's side.

Thomas quickly hoped in, opening the book a crack to make sure that everything is ok, but all he saw was an island, far out in the distance.

He quickly shut the book when Lucas turned around unexpectedly.

"It seems I have forgotten your address. Do you remember?" Lucas asked, and Thomas fought to remember.

"I think... Wallaby St. 42." Thomas said, and Lucas nodded, a proud look in his eyes.

"Yes, that appears to be it." Lucas said, as he put his car in reverse, pulling out of the driveway.

Thomas couldn't focus on the drive, his mind whirling. Lucas dosen't remember anything that happened. What was Thomas going to do? He can't tell anyone, he's the author.

He's the author.

Logan
Patton
Virgil
Roman

Their fate rested in the hands of an 8 year old.

Oh boy.

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