Undecided - Chap 1 by Katherine Campbell

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The river road was usually busy and well patrolled, and Darran had few worries about his daughter walking or taking the horse and cart there. Though usually Kana took the mountain pass, prefering to avoid people; she felt safe with Fantha pacing along beside her.
Darran waved goodbye through the front window as Kana washed up the breakfast things, grimacing at the mess her father had left.
"Help me!" called a voice. Kana lurched, the plate she had been holding smashing on the tiled kitched floor. Urgency flooded her with adrenaline, she looked out of the window for whoever was calling, but saw nothing. She rushed/raced out of the door.
"Who's there?" She called. But there was no one nearby. Fantha head butted her leg, his chocolate eyes gazed up at Kana in confusion. Oblivious to his concern she rushed around the house to the beach, her eyes scouring the waves for distressed person.
"Help me." The voice was quieter now, and Kana recognised it. It was the same voice from her dream. She dropped the hands she was wringing and slumped to the sand, clutching her knees up to her chin. She waited for the voice to call again, but it was silent. Slowly, the adrenaline rush ebbed, and she felt fear chilling her blood. "Why am I hearing voices," she thought, "I'm not asleep." She tasted salt on her lips, tears flowed down her cheeks. "Definitely not sleeping." The wind rushing along the beach tousled her hair, making strands stick to her tear streaked face. Her toes scrunched in the sand, and listening carefully she could hear Fantha padding slowly towards her. He huffed as he sat down beside her, and nudged her bare arm with his cold wet nose. Kana absently laid her hand on the soft fur of his back.
"Why am I suddenly hearing Starran after all these years?" She muttered, talking at Fantha. He often acted as her sounding board. She could think of no other voice but her sisters, it must be hers. She recalled some of the myths about twins, how they could communicate without words, how they were supposed to be the best of friends, how one was supposed to be good and one evil. Telepathy was definitely something they had never suffered, they had argued like normal siblings, each one convinced the other was pure evil at times. A spark of hope glimmered in her mind.
"Maybe she's alive, maybe someone has shown her how to call me?" Hedge wizards were common enough that the spark started to burn brighter. The ideas forming in her mind were easily plausible. She could imagine Starran washed up somewhere by the storm, traumatised and alone, perhaps not remembering even her name. Kana was far too practical to succumb to fits of fancy normally, but she couldn't ignore the voice she had clearly heard. Rationalising and imagining possibilities as she sat on the cool morning beach, her body pressed against Fanthas warm one. It seemed reasonable to assume her sister was magically calling her through a previously unknown twin born connection.
"I can't be going crazy, Fantha. I've had these dreams for years, maybe this is just the next step?" Kana flinched as she imagined what Darran's reaction would be to her revealing the mysterious voice.