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"Maka. Maka, wake up. Hurry, we will be in danger soon!" Her foster mother gently shook her awake.
"Wha-" she asked sleepily.
"Get up. Hurry. Go to the Watchmen's main tower and tell whoever is there to sound the alarm. Run!"
"What time is it?"
"Six. Go."
"But-"
"Go!"
Maka went, slowly at first, but quickly coming to a light jog.
From the Watchman's point of view, he could see nothing but a strawberry-blonde head coming towards him.
"Hello! Watchman, let down the ladder!" called Maka. No response.
"In the name of the Weaponsmiths, let down the ladder!" she called again, this time announcing her family name. Everyone's last name was based on his or her job in the village.
The ladder came down, and the Watchman secured it. "All safe!" he called.
Maka quickly scrambled up the ladder. "Sound the alarm! Hurry! We will be at risk soon!"
"Says who?"
"Says Futureseeker, our guest in our home. Now do it, quick."
"Oh, all right." grumbled the Watchman.
He went over to the other side of the tower's one room. On this side was a cone-shaped piece of metal and a small bell. The Watchman picked up the bell and rang it right near the small opening of the cone. The cone must have been magicked to amplify sound, because the bell's rings carried all over the entire village.
Within a matter of minutes, the entire village and the Village Head had gathered at the square.
"Maka has an important announcement to make," said the Head.
She stood to face the crowd.
"People of the village of Kathlun, heed my voice! The gods have sent the Futureseeker a message. We are all in great danger."