Arthur woke up in the morning to the sound of strange noises outside. The sounds were faint, coming from far away, but Arthur's keen senses allowed him to prepare himself.
"Myla, wake up," he said, shaking the sleeping woman awake. "The beasts are coming."
"What? Where?" Myla asked, quickly getting to her feet. She looked around, but there were no beasts in sight, and it was still early in the morning.
"The beasts usually come in the afternoon," she said. "Why are you awake so early?"
Arthur remained motionless, listening to the sounds getting louder. "I'm sure they're coming," he said. "Could this time be different from the other times you took the trial?"
Myla's eyes widened in fear. "They're coming now? How? Why? This is not how it was supposed to be!"
Arthur put his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "We'll have to face them either way," he said. "Calm down."
Myla took a deep breath and nodded. "Right. You're here with me now. I'm not alone."