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door, getting ready to open it and step out into the hallway, when I suddenly heard voices.   My hand froze in place as I waited for them to pass, but they stopped on the other side of the door.   I was about to announce my presence when I heard my name being spoken.   I immediately clamped my mouth shut and listened as hard as I could.   The door was thick so the sounds were pretty muffled.
    “ ... The changeling Jayne may or may not be the one we have been seeking.   Either way, we need to work on eliminating the ones we discussed.   We cannot go into this situation with them in place ... ”   The voices faded out as the speakers started moving down the hall again.
    One they’re seeking?   Seeking for what?   I didn’t recognize who the voices belonged to, but I could tell one was female and one was male.   The word ‘eliminating’ sounded threatening.   Did they mean changelings?   Fae?   Am I on their list of ones to eliminate?   My heart was pounding so loud, I was afraid they would hear it.   I prayed they would keep walking and not suddenly decide they had to pee or something.  
    Finally, after what seemed like ages, I could no longer hear their footsteps.   I opened the bathroom door silently, praying it wouldn’t squeak, peeking around the corner of the door that was now just slightly ajar.   Luckily it swung out without making a sound.   I tiptoed back to my room, going in swiftly and shutting the door as quickly and quietly as I could.   Hopefully whoever was down the hall working on their elimination plans hadn’t heard me.   I waited a few seconds to see if someone came back or if I heard voices, but the hallway remained silent.   My hammering heart slowly reached a normal rhythm again.   I wiped the sweat off my face with my damp towel and walked over to my bed, sitting down.
    My hair was soaked, so I spent a few minutes trying to dry it with the towel, worrying the whole time about what I had overheard.   Were they planning to kill someone?   One of my friends, maybe?   Me?   Were they Dark Fae, working here as spies?  
    I finished toweling off my hair and used the brush to get the tangles out.   I laid the wet towel over the radiator on the wall next to the dresser and put a dry towel down on my pillow, planning to lie there and analyze and over-analyze the hell out of the conversation I had just overheard.  
    I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, Chase and Becky were banging on my door, telling me we had to be at the breakfast hall in five minutes.

Chapter 4
     
    I opened the door and pulled Becky in with me.
    “Chase, you gotta wait outside.”   I shut the door in his face without waiting for an answer.
    “Uh-oh, somebody slept in.”
    “Yeah, shush, help me find something to wear.”  
    I began hurriedly pulling the brush through my hair, wincing as it caught in the hundred or so knots that had appeared overnight.
    Becky opened the drawers of my dresser.   “Ooh, cool stuff.   I have to wear the clothes of the sprites.”
    For the first time I noticed what she was wearing.   It was a tunic, kind of like mine, but a bluish-greenish color, reminiscent of the water she was attached to as a water sprite.   It seemed to change color from blue to green as she moved around.   She wore tight stretchy pants underneath and moccasins like mine.
    “Here, wear this.”   She pulled out one of my white tunics and a pair of jeans.   The tunic looked exactly like the one I already had on, just shorter.   I pulled my pajama top off and threw it on the bed, pulling the one she handed me over my head in three seconds flat.   I kicked off my moccasins and grabbed the jeans, pulling them on as fast as I could.   I was happy to see they fit perfectly.   How did they know what size I am?
    I still had my socks on, so the moccasins went back on next.   They slipped comfortably onto my feet and closed with leather laces the same color as the boot part.   I