"Well, well, well..." said a voice, echoing in the back of Faye's mind. Through the darkness under her eyelids Faye couldn't wake up. She'd been out cold. "How precious," the voice continued, "How sweet." Faye cringed in her sleep, turning to her side. "How beautiful." Faye could see no one, but she realised the voice was familiar. "Sweet little Faye," the voice echoed again, Faye found herself struggling to remain calm. "Time to awaken, my dear."
Faye gasped, opening her eyes to hear the crackling of the campfire. She heard the sound of a voice she could only identify to be Aureen's. The singer was sitting beside a guy with a guitar, humming a tune. Faye looked around to find half the Wielders asleep, and half busy doing things she didn't deem very important.