Remy's POV:

…Beside me, there was a woman kneeling in the grass. I was about to ask her what was going on when I realized she was kneeling over a man. A dead man….

I make myself turn away. Somehow, it didn't feel real. If I were really in a field of people dying, I knew the real me would be running with the others, not standing there. I was put there for a reason.

And then I heard it.

"MARIA! HELP ME! PLEASE!"

A young boy was screaming for…me.

"JAMES!" I scream back, as though it were natural. I wanted to stop and ask myself who this James person was, but I already seemed to know.

"JAMES! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"MARIA! HELP!"

I ran towards the boys screams as fast as my legs would carry me, jumping over strewn bodies like it was nothing. There was a small bit of doubt in the back of my mind. I was never a fast runner before. Suddenly, I slowed. I was not Maria. But my legs picked up again, because I didn't care. I had to save him.

I leapt over a few more people before reaching a place I didn't know. It was a grassy hill, and I looked back behind me, just to see how far I had ran. The bloody war was out of sight, and the sun was still shining. But there was still an ache in my stomach. A longing I couldn't control.

I turned away and scanned the hill. "JAY!" I yell, with everything in me. "JAY!"

"Maria!"

I squealed as I slipped out of bed and onto the ground. Groaning, I sat up and my eyes tried to adjust. Daylight was just peeking through the tent flaps, an illuminated yellow strip stretching away from it and across the tent floor. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the tears that were still there from my dream. I sat cross legged and tried to remember. Why couldn't I remember?

And then, the ache that still occurred in my stomach reminded me. Maria. James. Brother and sister.

This was a continuation of the dream before, obviously.

But why was I her?

And why was she me?

And what were we trying to do?

I was about to delve deep into my mind there on the floor, to try and figure it all out the way Raybha had always willed me to. And then I remembered. Raybha. Daylight. Bonds.

A sadness washed over me. I clutched onto my bed and pulled myself up just enough so that I could see Aaya, sleeping. By the time she woke up, would she even remember me? Would she even know why I was here? Would anyone?

As surreal and unfair as the whole situation was, it felt like some sort of test. A testing of my selflessness, of my courage. And, for some reason, it felt like I hadn't studied well enough.

I dragged my gaze away from Aaya, and looked underneath my bed. Sure enough, the sword was still there from when I laid it only a day before. The day my beloved foul enemy whom I was now dreaming about declared war on us.

I grabbed the sword by the handle and pulled it out from under the bed, pulling it up with me. I knelt, sitting on the backs of my legs, and held the handle and the blade, examining it carefully. But I couldn't focus, and rather grouchily got up. I took one last look at Aaya before ducking out of the tent quickly, so I could quietly cry in private. I felt like such an idiot, because crying wouldn't solve anything, but I did it anyway. Crying. As I walked in the direction of Raybha's tent I remembered a streaky face, a sodden pillow. Why was I crying the night before?

Oh, yes. Oh, no.

Tadhg.

My cheeks flamed at the very thought of what had happened the night before. I gripped the sword tighter, cursing myself over and over for being such an idiot. I gritted my teeth, hoping to God that I wouldn't see him that day. But, with the hopelessly gloomy task ahead of me, I didn't have much room in my mind to worry about him. Soon all thoughts about Tadhg drifted away, and my mind was filled with questions, sleepless nights, sadness, grief, all the things I would have to endure and more when I returned home. This suddenly made the task more appealing and less daunting. To me, it was probably the easiest part.

So, with my head held high and a fresh attitude installed, I walked to Raybha's tent. At first I was surprised to see she wasn't outside, but I dismissed it and simply walked inside expecting to find her. But she wasn't there either.

"Raybha?" I called once I was outside, clear worry ringing in my voice.

"Shush, child!"

I whipped around to see Raybha walking towards me from around the back of the tent. I sighed with relief.

"What were you doing?" I said, a little quieter.

"Gathering," she said, as if that was that. When she started towards the cliff, I was slightly annoyed.

"Gathering what?" I pestered, walking beside her. Her stride was rather quick.

"Herbs and plants, for you. For the drink. Clearly, you need something stronger as you were awakened rather easily by Peter from your last trance."

I agreed with her, hoping he wouldn't try that again and wondering why I was even worried. I wouldn't even wake up.

"So – so when I wake up, what will happen?"

Raybha kept her eyes firmly focused ahead the way she always did, but I could see they were suddenly saddened, and even glassy. But, the moment swept away, as she was composed so quickly it was like it had never even happened.

"I do not know for certain, Remy," she admitted, as we neared the grassy clifftop. "I do not know how long it will take for us to – to"

As she tried to find some decent and more important way to put it, I just said, "Forget."

She nodded, clearly relieved that I hadn't broken down yet. "Yes. I do not know whether it will happen right away, or whether it will take a while."

She seemed to want to say more, but I didn't pester her anymore. I knew Raybha wasn't the emotional huggy – type, but I also knew I would certainly miss her and she would miss me too, if she could.

Before I knew it we were on the clifftop and Raybha was preparing the drink for the second and last time. I stood, clutching the sword, looking out to the sun, that beacon that seemed to shine everywhere. And I knew, that in ten, maybe twenty years from then, I would look at the sun again back home, this time swordless, and cherish the people I knew.

"It's ready," Raybha said.

I turned and looked at her, looked at the bottle in her slightly shaking hand. She didn't know what to do, and neither did I. So I took the bottle from her, and gave her a long nod, hoping the look in my eyes could deliver all that I wanted to say but couldn't find the words to say. And with that, I toasted the sun and drank until the very last drop was gone.

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