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Sara slept restlessly. Most of the dreams she had were nightmares, reminders of the trials of the totem pokémon, turned monstrous by her dreaming mind. Other times she was on a boat, gently rocked by the waves. She turned in her sleep, her feet getting caught in the sheets. She could hear rain beating on her window, rolling thunder, people laughing and singing outside. She opened her eyes lazily to make sure her window was closed. The moon was shining brightly above her, not a cloud in sight. Good. She went back to sleep.
She turned in her sleep again. This time, it was her wrist that snagged in her covers. She moved to push the sheets away, when the covers wrapped themselves around her other arm. She opened her eyes to see what she was doing. Kahuna Hala was standing over her, smiling. She blinked slowly. Around her bed, a large crowd held torches and drums. She blinked once more, the haze lifting from her brain. Her heart started to race. She wasn't in her room anymore. Her wrist and ankles were tied to the floor of Iki Town sumo arena. Hala was holding her free arms strongly, pulling it down towards one more restraint. Sara was confused. She tried to struggle and free herself, but it was already too late. She was at the mercy of the people of Melemele.