"Fitzroy. Wake up."

Fitz woke up to the sound of an all-too familiar voice. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes slightly, sitting up in bed. He would have much preferred to sleep in for...forever. But, no, of course the Neverseen insisted on their members waking up at dawn. And he totally didn't go to sleep an hour before then.

Fitz shot an irritated glare at Alvar, his older brother by around eight years. "Seriously?" He complained, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "You really couldn't let me sleep for any longer?"

Alvar smirked. "You know the rules, Fitzroy. Plus, Gethen is waiting for you in the training room. He has some more exercises for you to do this morning."

Fitz sighed. "Great. More excercises, fun." The truth was, he didn't really like Gethen. That man had been part of Sophie's kidnapping years ago- not that he should be thinking about her anymore. Just like he didn't allow himself to think about The Person He Did Not Miss At All And Was Never In Love With Ever.

Fitz smoothed his clothes and slipped on his Neverseen cloak as he stood up. "And will you please stop calling me Fitzroy? You know I prefer Fitz over that."

With a chuckle, Alvar shook his head. "No can do, Fitzroy." He ruffled Fitz's hair, another gesture the boy hated.

Alvar put an arm around Fitz's shoulder as the two of them walked through the halls of the Neverseen hideout they were in- Fitz forgot the name a lot.

“Come, I have a very talented telepath for you to train with.”