The Lost Dreamer by Lizz Huerta

Author:Lizz Huerta
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)

CHAPTER TWELVE

SAYA

When I arrived in Dreaming, I arrived to a dance. Drumbeats filled the air, a heavy rhythm that resonated in every aspect of the Dream. It pounded in me as if I were a part of it. Around me, spirits in a dizzying array of shapes writhed their bodies. I marveled at spirits shaped like large birds with long, wide feathers that changed colors on beat to the drums. Jaguar-spotted spirits shaped like women leaped back and forth over my head while colorful hairless dogs danced a serpentine dance, darting between my legs. I gasped when I saw a spider-shaped spirit shoot a golden thread out from her body into the sky. Several spirits began climbing the thread, spinning around and around, howling. I had never seen anything like it before.

I couldn’t stop myself from joining. I lifted my arms above my head and spun around, feeling sparks against me whenever I brushed up against a spirit. Flowers bloomed around my feet as I danced, opening their wide faces to the night and releasing a heady scent that made me want more. Above us, the comet shone in the sky, higher than it appeared in the Waking World. I wanted more, though of what I couldn’t name. The drumbeats intensified and so did our movements. Soon we moved as one, rising and falling, rising and falling. The scents grew stronger. I smelled earth, rain, smoke, ocean salt. The air tasted sweet in my mouth. I opened for more.

“Dreamers never dance with us, or even notice us,” a voice whispered in my ear. I spun around to see a mass of dancing lights. I blinked and moved back a few steps, the lights following. “We’re happy to have you here; we’ve been waiting for you.”

I dipped my head in gratitude.

“I’ve been waiting for something. Is this it?” I asked.

“This is part of it, but you should probably move somewhere else in the Dream. This place is one of temptation, and you have no training,” the lights said.

“Training?” I stopped dancing, head spinning while others whirled around us. “Are Dreamers trained in Alcanzeh?”

“Yes, which is why they can’t go the places you can. They trained it out of themselves.” The lights blinked on and off.

I watched the way they shone. They seemed to glow softly on the edges of memory, and somehow, brightly on possibility. I was drawn to them in a way that felt enticing and dangerous. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to.

“Go now, Dreamer, go where you are called.” The lights moved until they surrounded my head, my throat, my heart, spinning around and around until I couldn’t even remember my own name. And then they were gone, and I was alone.

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