"Ad?"
A voice.
Only memories—
"Ad, I'm going to eat all your muffins~"
Memories—
"Ad?"
A shift. A tremor.
"Seriously, there are too many people marching. I need you to wake up—"
Her breath hitched.
That voice.
That name.
Priscilla?
Her eyes snapped open.
"What?!"
The exclamation tore from her lips as she jerked upright, heart hammering in her chest.
She was in the tent again.
Her breath hitched. Her body was tense, the weight of déjà vu pressing down on her like a hand to her throat.
She scrambled out, feet hitting the cold ground as she rushed outside.
Crouching behind the bushes, she watched.
Conjurers marched past, their robes shifting like waves in the dim torchlight.
"Ad?!"
Priscilla's sharp whisper hissed behind her, urgent, pressed.
Adeline's nose scrunched.
Why…
Why was she back?
Why was she here again?
Why were her memories repeating?
Her fingers curled into fists.
"Why are we here again?" she whispered, her voice edged with frustration.
