Through her dreams, James heard voices. Voices? She shouldn't be hearing voices. She should be in her bed chamber, the light waking her at dawn. And she was on hard ground, not her straw pallet. Alarm zipped through her body and she jumped up, sword drawn. She blinked in the sunlight. Finding no one attacking her, she slipped her sword back in it's sheath. Around her were several other people about her age.
"Who are you?" she asked, lowering her voice.
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Alistair awoke, stretching himself long and thin. He spotted some young people gathered around and looking confused.
So! he thought,
The new ones are here! He prowled over and rubbed against the legs of a girl in a blue evening dress with a purr. He enjoyed the ruse of acting like a normal cat, and chuckled in his mind.