Chapter 4
Why Tacos Aren’t Fruit
We still haven’t left that Tenth-Tier Universe
CalliyaBack to the Present
This dream was boring. Instead of battling fire-breathing dragons or taming ninja rats, I was standing around waiting for something to happen. I mean, come on.
Elder Boya was here, too, even though he’d died five years ago. And Dream Boya wasn’t a paragon of action-adventure, either.
Just. Standing.
We were stuck in the center of my village— a patch of dust ringed by straw-thatched huts. I ran past the taco trees that bordered the village, but the dream plopped me right back in the center whenever I closed in on freedom.
Screw this, I was sick of standing. I sat down on the ground in a huff.
Dream Boya wore blue ceremonial robes that fluttered in a wind I couldn’t feel. His w
