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Chapter 7

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Dreams can come true?


Zoey's POV

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I laid my head on Stark's chest hopping that he would not leave me alone. I really needed my sleep and I didn't want Kalona to invade my dreams again. Stark gentle stroked my hair and it brought back memories of grandma doing the same thing when I was young and I was upset. I could almost smell the lavender as I slipped into a dream world.

I was standing in a field full of lavender and could see the path threw the trees that lead to the cliffs. I started to walk slowly towards it as if something in this dream world was drawing me to the path. The same path I went to the day I got marked. The same path I almost bleed to death on. Thank goddess I grandma found me and got me to the House of Night when she did. I had seen my ancestors that day and was gifted by my goddess that day. She had filled in and added to my mark. Maybe that is what has brought me back here. Maybe I need to face what was taken from me? When I saw Heath die and I fell into the darkness something happened and when I was able to find myself or at least my body my marks were all gone.

I have to give it to my friends they haven't said a word to me about them being gone. They are really more then I deserve sometimes. They forgave me after the whole lying about sleeping with a teacher, Steve Rea dieing then un-dying. They even forgave me for all the boy problems I seem to always be in.

The closer I got to the edge of the field the clear the sound of ancient drums became loader. It reminded me of the last time I I took the path to the bluff.

I was coughing and my stomach was gurgling, my muscles where sore and I was snorting on myself (gross!). I couldn't breathe without opening my mouth, which made me cough more, and I couldn't believe how badly my chest hurt. Now I know it could have been worse…The thought of the Raven Mocker danced through my head…I looked around the field hopping the thought wouldn't bring on here to my dream.

Drum…

The sound of the drum vibrating through me made me think of powwows grandma had taken me to as a child. I heard the rhythmic beating of ceremonial drums the last time too. And that's when I felt them. They were all around me again, almost- visible shapes simmering like heat waves lifting from the blacktop road in summer. I could feel them press against me as they twirled and moved with graceful, intricate steps around and around the shadowy image of a Cherokee campfire.

"Join me, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya…follow me, daughter"

I ran up the steep part of the hill, gasping for breath I stumbled up the path- higher and higher- I could still see the spirit around me as I climbed. Again I didn't see the root that broke the hard part of the ground of the path. I was disoriented and I tried to catch myself just as a tattooed hand grabbed my arm breaking my fall.

I look dup to find out who the mysterious savior was and their stood the last person I thought it would be. Even though I had never seen her I knew who she was. A creature of the Earth and of my ancestors…A-ya!