“Alison,” Carla whispered as Alison grumbled, and pulled her quilt over her head. “Come on sleepy head. You have much to do this morning.”
“Mum I’m tired; let me sleep for another five minutes,” Alison groaned.
“Not today, you have to go somewhere,” Carla smiled slyly.
Alison groaned even more, before climbing out of bed.
“Mum! It’s only 7.30!” Alison protested when she looked at the clock on her bedside table.
“Yes, and believe me, you need all the hours you can get. Get dressed and come down for breakfast,” Carla said as she walked out of the room.
Carla was sitting on a stool in the kitchen, drinking her coffee and reading the Sunday newspaper, when Alison entered the kitchen with a frown.
“So what’s so important for me to be getting up so early on a Sunday morning?” Alison asked, looking at her mum’s gleeful face.
“You are to go to Onbrier with Simon, Robert and Sarah, that’s why,” Carla replied as she put milk on Alison’s cereal.
“And why?” Alison asked.
“The war. You need all the training you can get. It may take you years to
Master your skill, but at least you can come back here at about 9am and you can go back to bed. Now eat your cornflakes before they go soggy,” Carla nodded, when seeing Alison’s face droop.
“But Mum, I can’t go to Frinda. You know my feelings towards this war.”
“Well, he still has an army, who are not going to back down. You said so yourself, last night. And Amir will still need to go, even though he wishes no involvement in the war. He’s not going to sit in his castle drinking cups of tea while his army kill his sister now, is he? Even though he wishes not to be involved, I still think deep down he wants his sister dead and we need to protect her.”
Just a few moments later, as Sam expected, Erika began to yell, "Its time to go!" By that time he had finished his breakfast, and wished he had a bowl of cereal instead. Erika then came out with her mother on her heels, running behind her.