Ahiru's POV

The vomiting sunlight caused me to open my eyes lazily, only to close them back again. Then my eyes fully widened. I sat up, bumping my hand on the wall next to me and I winced. Looking around this weird place, I found myself on a bed, with a desk with dust to show that it hasn't been used in a long time, and a mirror in the corner. I stood up on my rather dainty feet, wobbling a little. I got the hang of it and hobbled off to the mirror.

I didn't know what was "beautiful" was but I can tell that I was close to it. I had pink salmon hair that cascaded to my waist and a slim figure. I had cerulean blue eyes that screamed sadness or something somewhat close to that. I guess I could understand. I didn't know who I was, where I was, or how I got here. I kept all that I knew from studies in my mind but I didn't remember anything having to do with my life. I was frustrated at this point in time.

My eyes were diverted to the door that I curiously peeked out of. A scent of porridge roused me fully and I was unconsciously creeping down the stairs, being dragged by my footing. I stood at the bottom of the stairway and there stood a tall adolescent, maybe a year or two older than I was (though I still didn't remember my age), standing at the stove, absentmindedly stirring. He was very tall, and from where I stood, I could see that I only reached up to his shoulders. I knew he wasn't a man because of the slender face and soft features. He looked tired, with dark circlets under his eyes.

I coughed. No response. I coughed again, louder. No response. I coughed once more. No response.

"WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHO ARE YOU? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" I finally shrieked out of impatience. The teen swiveled around on his heels and looks at me. He had an aghast look on his face before calming himself.

What in the world was happening?

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Fakir's POV

"Ahiru is fine. Don't worry." He assured breezily as I paced back and forth my room. The old man had paid me a visit.

I retorted. "How am I not supposed to worry?! Ahiru's unconscious with no recollection of who she is. Her story is long—and a bad, upsetting one at that."

"I think you just don't want to face the truth. You love her, you want her to remember her past. More precisely, you want her to remember you." He paused, then added, "For her to remember her past, there are five important things of her past life that was most important to her or had the most influence on her. Find these things around town. I'm sure it won't be hard to find."

"WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? HOW DID I GET HERE? WHO ARE YOU? I DON'T UNDERSTAND!" An ear-piercing scream made way into my ears. I winced and whizzed around. There stood Ahiru, her cascading pink locks matching the tinge of her face.

"Please sit and I'll explain everything." I said politely, as if it were our first time meeting. She complied and I gave her a bowl of porridge. "You eat, and I'll talk." She put a spoonful in her mouth cautiously before eating more ravenously.

"I was fishing by the river, when I saw you. You had no cuts or bruises miraculously. Since this town is small and I hadn't seen you around here, I knew that you just came here…as a tourist or whatever. You only had a suitcase and a nametag which said, Ahiru. I figured that'd be your name." I replenished her bowl and she gestured for me to continue, food in her mouth.

"I think you must have hit your head on a rock or something hard because you depleted your memory. But you're welcome to stay until you regain it."

She gulped. "I didn't see a suitcase in my room."

She was observant. "Really? I'm pretty sure I put it in there. Go check." She smiled devilishly.

As soon as she was on the first step, I stood up, looking for a paper and pen. I looked through the scattered mess of our living room, but I could only find a dull quill. That wouldn't work.

"It's not here!" Ahiru sang.

"Keep looking; I'm pretty sure that I placed it somewhere in that cluttered room!" I responded.

Looking down at me, she retorted, "Well, I'm pretty sure of something; that room is more of a mess than the room you put me in! Why is it like that, in the first place?"

"Keep looking!" I scoffed nervously. She just rolled her eyes.

I selected to condescend to use a quill of Ahiru's, before she turned human. Now, the paper…

Most of the paper was used up or just plain gone. I had no idea where it could have gone; I was sure that it was here yesterday. Hmm… I guess I'll just have to settle for that crumpled paper.

Ahiru's suitcase was located underneath her bad, packed with all her essentials.

"Still not here! Are you lying to me?"

"Have you looked underneath the bed?" I demanded.

She paused, "I think so…"

"Check again!" I exclaimed, knowing full well that I had an unfair advantage to this, considering my ability to make things I write about come true (except about Ahiru).

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"Oh."

Just then I found that I.O.U. -Charon at the bottom of the drawer. "Urghh…old man…" I muttered.

Charon ambled in unobtrusively as he stared at the mess of a living room. "What happened here?"

"Hmm…apparently you took all of my writing material." Ahiru bounded down the stairs and I introduced them whilst Ahiru hugged Charon as if a long-lost friend. Later, Charon told me that he remembered, everything.

"Well, we'll be going around town to buy new materials, okay?"

Charon waved dismissively. I took it as a yes.

"Okay," I exhaled, "Let's go."