“Crisa, if you can hear me, when the time comes you have to remember . . .”
I focused hard, but couldn’t see where the voice was coming from. Everything was now lost in the purple vortex, the likes of which I was disappearing into with each passing second.
“Remember what?” I shouted into the field of sparkling energy that sucked me deeper inside. “Tell me!”
All I heard was an indiscernible muffle.
I started to shout into the void again, but a second later my attention was captured by the feeling of someone grabbing my arm. Like my previous dream of the vortex, before I could see who it was everything went dark and I was expunged from the scene like an unwanted thought.
Having been jolted awake, I sat up in my seat and rubbed my eyes. The others paid me no mind as I righted myself and
