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The sound of the alarm drums echoed around the small camp waking Sia up from her slumber. She would always get up from her slumber when she heard the rather loud drums that had been in the village for years. Being manually drummed on by her uncle, he was the only father she really had because of what happened to her real father. Sia never counted him as a father and agreed she never would because of what he did, even if he came back she wouldn't accept his apologies. Taking herself from her blankets that were placed on top of small raised logs with a platform to keep her in the air. Placing her bare feet onto the red blanket that covered the mud to make do as her 'carpet' so they wouldn't have to get their feet dirty in the mornings - Her mother having made these with the money Sia had earned when selling the animals she killed to get fabrics for the blankets that he mother sewed together with a needle. Sending fingers to her eyes, she rubbed them trying to wake herself up more. The sound of the drums went on for about 20 minutes until Sia had exited her cabin and her uncle knew that if she was awake most probably others were. She grabbed her day to day clothes from the end of her bed, placing them on with the paint that she also put on when she was leaving herself around her eyes and the top part of her face. Sia knew she was ready for the day one the paint was on her face, taking her quiver and throwing it over her shoulder with the strap. It hung there as she picked up her bow from the side of her bed, throwing the arrows into the quiver on her back. She exited her hut, pecking her mother on the fore head. Once out, she nodded to her uncle, he moved towards her with a great smile and the drum still stuck in between his legs.