Emmaline -
Emmaline was having a pleasant dream about her old mentor Martin when she was gently woken by Aiden. He smiled down at her and whispered, "Time to wake up. Your next match is in twenty minutes."
She sat up and remembered she was still in a robe and her hair was a bit damp. She stood and went to the bathroom where her clothes were hanging. They too were still a bit damp, but she didn't care. The mud had been cleaned from the field so unless she got covered in blood, she shouldn't have to shower between matches again. She dressed and went back out to Aiden.
"How was the nap?"
"Good," she started to stretch while talking, "I dreamt about Martin. About how he was before he started the Tournament."
Aiden nodded.
"Still haven't heard anything from him?"
"No. Mary sent out some
