gpt
Someone:  “Mila! Mila! Wake up!” Someone shook her shoulder.
human
Mila:  Mila’s eyes opened. Close to nine hundred years had passed since she had taken corporeal form and manifested in this realm; she had adapted completely. She opened and closed her hands over and over, getting a feel for all her senses.
gpt
Mila:  Glancing up, she saw Tinasha and Karr peering down at her with concern. She waved a hand at them and sat up.
human
Mila:  Looking around, she realized this was a part of some sprawling ruins. “Are we in… the old capital?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “Yes.”
human
Mila:  Mila recalled what had just happened. “Lady Tinasha, is Phaedra…?”
gpt
Tinasha:  “I believe she’s searching for us.” replied the queen with an upward jerk of her chin.
human
Mila:  No figure was visible in the dark sky, but Mila could sense something out of the ordinary.
gpt
Mila:  A wave of Phaedra’s magic wriggled through the skies above like a homing beacon. They wouldn’t remain hidden forever.