Esau and Martha were out front of their house as Demetrius and the Wrens pulled up.
“Jack, Eva, hello! Stop the car, come on in!” called Martha with her trademark beaming smile that had always made the Wrens feel at home.
Esau had been giving the wooden fence around the Otonnos’ home a fresh lick of brilliant white paint, but he set his brush down and put the lid back on the paint pot when he heard Jack and Eva pull up, and came over to greet his friends.
“Not long now, eh?” Esau smiled warmly at the Wrens, “Are you excited to get back to Ireland, Phoebe?”
“Hey Esau,” replied Phoebe, “Yeah, I’m looking forward to getting back there, it’s been a looong time since I last saw my family.”
Jack had turned off the Jeep’s ignition, and he and Eva got out and embraced Esau and Martha.
“Well, we’ve asked him,” Jack said, nodding his head towards Demetrius. “And you were right, I think Dem may be coming back to Ireland with us.”
Jack’s voice trailed off and he regarded Esau’s and Martha’s faces for a moment in an effort to gauge their reaction. They had been fairly sure that Demetrius would make the move, but hearing it for sure must have been difficult.
“Let me get you a cold drink,” said Martha, ever the hostess, and she ushered the Wrens into their humble but incredibly homely abode. If her heart was breaking, as Jack suspected it must be, she was too selfless and gracious to let it show. She and Esau had only ever wanted the best for Demetrius, and now it seemed that the time had come to offer him the ultimate gift they could give him – the freedom to make his own choice, and their blessing on whatever that may be.
Inside the house, the adults brought their drinks into the living area, and sat down together for a last chat.
“Wow,” exclaimed Martha, her voice edged with sadness. “I actually can’t believe this day has arrived! Has it really been ten years? We’ve been on quite a journey, eh Dem?” She smiled kindly at her nephew, and Demetrius instinctively knew that Martha had known for some time without ever having been told that he had to go to Ireland with the Wrens.
“Yeah, it really has,” sighed Demetrius, as his thoughts turned again to his parents, Julius and Teddy. He wondered how things might have been different had they not lost their lives on that fateful day in September 2000. Would his parents still be working alongside the Wrens at Medical Miracles Hospital? Would he have brothers and sisters? Would they be proud of him?
As if she could read Demetrius’s mind, Martha spoke, “Dem, you know that Esau and I have been talking with Jack and Eva about the possibility of you going to live with them in Ireland, right? Demetrius, honey, if this is something you would like to do, then you have our blessing. Your parents would be so proud of you, Demetrius, you have grown into a wonderful young man – we’re all so proud of you, and I know that your parents would want you to do what’s right for you at this time. What do you think, Dem?”
Demetrius’s eyes had filled with tears, which threatened to overspill down his cheeks. He swallowed hard, then looked from Phoebe to Esau and Martha before he spoke.
“Uncle Esau, Aunt Martha, I am so grateful to you for everything you have done for me. I have no idea where I would be if it weren’t for both of you! I hope you know that I have loved living here, I have loved having Bessie, Jacob and Grace as my little brother and sisters.” Demetrius stopped, obviously struggling to control his emotions. “I feel that moving to Ireland with the Wrens is the right thing for me to do. It’s a massive step, I know, but it just feels… right. Phoebe is my best friend, and I believe that we have things ahead of us that we will need to do together.”
Demetrius looked at Phoebe, whose eyes had also filled with tears for her friend. She knew that this was a gut wrenching decision for Demetrius, but she, unlike the others in the room, also had the benefit of the foreknowledge afforded her and Dem by Cosain, “Tomorrow, you will travel with Phoebe and her parents – you are a part of her story, you both have work to do back in Ireland.” Phoebe knew without a shadow of a doubt that whatever the work was of which Cosain had spoken, it must be something with eternal ramifications, something significant enough to make all the powers of darkness want to stop it before it even started.
“Then it is decided,” Esau’s gentle yet authoritative voice broke the silence and brought Phoebe and Demetrius back from their own little thought bubbles. “You will always be like a son to us, Demetrius, but a big part of a parent’s job is to encourage their children to do what is best for them. And we believe that you are making the right decision, Dem. You have our blessing.” Esau’s eyes lit up a little mischievously. “And besides,” he said, “We can always come visit, I’m sure you won’t mind three noisy little ones crashing on your floor for a week or two?”
Demetrius broke into a grin. “Of course I won’t mind!” he beamed. “In fact, they can have my bed when you come visit, and I’ll crash on the floor.”
Demetrius jumped to his feet, crossed the room, and hugged Esau and Martha so tightly that Martha felt she might break.
“You guys have a lot to do, we’ll hit the road and get the last of our packing done. I imagine we’ll see you tomorrow” said Jack, setting his empty glass down and taking Eva’s hand as he helped her to her feet. “Come on, Phoebe, let Dem get organised.”
Phoebe gave Demetrius a quick hug. “I’m so happy you’re coming with us! Cosain was right!” she whispered in his ear, and smiled as her friend winked knowingly at her.
And with that the Wrens said their goodbyes, climbed into their Jeep, and headed off for their own home to finalise their packing.
Unseen by anyone, Lieutenant Garshwell unfurled his wings and shot skyward from behind the back wall of the Kwangas’ house. He had heard enough to know that whatever the Atoner had planned for the Wrens, this bothersome boy Demetrius played a significant role. Or at least he would have – but Garshwell vowed to make sure that the bothersome mortal never got the chance.