Remy's POV:
I stalked out of Raybha's tent without another word, Peter at my heels.
"What now?" I asked, not really sure if it was directed at myself or Peter.
"You have to start searching through your memories," he said in a serious manner. "I'll keep sword hunting with the lads until –"
"No," I interrupted, annoyed. "It's pointless without the words. I don't want to waste their time and energy, do you?"
My voice was edged with ice. I immediately regretted it. It wasn't Peter's fault that I was thick about having to find yet another thing. It wasn't his fault that I had completely wasted everyone's time for days without realising. I thought about how the lads had headed out already that morning, and how they would fail miserably.
"I'm sorry," I said. There was a pause, and I turned.
By the look on his face I knew he knew that I wasn't sorry just about the precious time we had wasted and the fact I had no clue where the words were. He knew I was sorry for so much more.
He nodded. "S'okay," he said, even though it wasn't. His giveaway eyes spoke louder volumes than his words.
Then I nodded. "I'll start searching. I'll go through everything, I promise. I won't let you down, not anymore." I nodded again and turned to walk away to find somewhere quiet where I could start thinking.
"You never did let me down," he called after me. "You always try your hardest, Remy."
I smiled a little and turned my head to look at him as I walked.
"Guess I have to try harder!"
He grinned a small grin and started walking away from the tent back into camp, while I continued on. As I was walking I turned my head back around again to wave, but he wasn't there. He couldn't have been gone already. I frowned, but then realised he probably flew. Sighing, I thought about how I was always too suspicious and curious for my own good. That was something I needed to change.
Yet as I was walking to the clifftop my mind wandered into the separate place I kept for A. (I started calling him A in my head, because the guilt came down on me like a ton of bricks if I used his full name. For obvious reasons.) I wondered what he was doing, and if he was wondering about me. Shallow, I knew, but I couldn't help it. So to stop the shallowness I thought about the words. The words, the words. About ten minutes later I was on the clifftop, enjoying the gentle breeze. I fell back onto the grass, sighing loudly. Where my story began…where had my story began? Where I was born, maybe? The words could have been on my birth certificate for all I knew. What I did know was that they were in a physical place that I had a strong connection to. Which narrowed it down to a lot of places I had been to in my life. Great. Well, where had I been? Never out of Ireland, but in plenty of different counties now and again. Maybe the place to mean something to me, to everyone who was involved with this situation.
Maybe the place was the sole reason I was lying there on the clifftop, trying to save people I had only two years before come across. The place where my story began…
Of course. It made perfect sense.
Of course. Of course. How had I been so naïve?
Where had I met Peter, the one person who had began my story for me? The person who wrote the first important chapter of my life?
The park. The bench. Our bench. Square one.
I leaped up from the grass just as the winds started to change. I tore off down the clifftop, my hair blowing wildly around my face. I had to find Peter, then Raybha. What felt like seconds later I was at the camp. Aaya was sitting outside our tent sorting clothes, her hair blowing too. Except her long black hair looked like a raven taking flight, whereas my uncontrollable brown badly layered hair looked like a bunch of dead leaves blowing around.
"Aaya! Have you seen Peter?"
She looked a bit startled, her frozen hand leaving a piece of cloth swaying in the air.
"I – yes, that way." She was pointing in the direction of Raybha's tent, and I frowned.
"When did you see him there?"
"Ah, a few moments ago."
"Oh. Thanks."
My calm then disappeared like smoke and I took off running again, my hair annoyingly blocking my view. I swept it out of the way impatiently and kept running, trying to keep my shortage of oxygen off of my mind.
I was never that good at the bleep test anyways.
Nearly there, I thought. When I was about ten metres away from the tent, I started yelling for him.
"Peter! PETER! I know! I've figured it out! I know where the words are! Peter? You in there? Ra –"
Peter practically broke through the tent flaps, Raybha at close pursuit. He was in front of me in seconds but Raybha stayed at her tent's entrance, clutching onto the flaps that were blowing in the wind.
"You know? You know where they are?" Raybha demanded.
I nodded and looked at Peter, but to my surprise he didn't seem to interested. He was just staring. My face actually flushed. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not now.
"I – um – yes, I figured it out," I stammered. I awkwardly stepped around Peter and faced Raybha, who didn't seem convinced.
"You are sure? You are sure you are right?" she questioned.
"Yes. The place where my story began was the place where I met Peter. Where else could it be?"
I was anxious about speaking to Peter but wanted to hear his opinion.
"Peter? What do you think?" I asked, turning to face him.
He shrugged. "I think you're right. Our story began when we met. Which was in that park."
I noticed the way he said 'our story'. Honestly. I was like a little schoolgirl.
"So…we need to go there. As soon as possible," I said.
"Well…" Peter scratched his head. "We should probably go now then."
I nodded. Peter and me. Going back to my world. Alone. On another small adventure. Back to square one.
"Okay. See you in ten."