Calm and at peace, she was stone and sand, the pinion pine and the fast-moving waters of the river in spring. She was sagebrush and scrub and the sky, filled with bright stars.
Wake up, Jessie.
For a moment, she was pulled away from her people, but she reached into the abyss for them again.
She was tufa and hot springs, the scorching sun and the thunderous clouds of summer storms. She was snow-capped mountains and dry, desert valleys. She was the rabbit and the coyote. She was the sleek fish of the great lake, and she was the fisher. She was the mighty hunter and the prey.
She was one and she was nothing. She was so very small and she was infinite.
A sharp sting pierced through the dream vision. She ignored it. Another one broke through. Beneath the chant, she heard something discordant and angry, breaking the melody. The dark pulsed, and the magic began to crack.
“Jessie!” Luke roared. The spell shattered as she grasped for it with desperate hands.
He slapped her face twice more and then picked her up by the collar and set her on her feet. His fingers dug into the flesh of her shoulders, and he shook her so hard her head fell back.
“Wake up! Don’t do this to me! Jessie, wake up!”
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