This is a week of Jess's journal entries without her speed. I figured this would be a good time to try a new style of writing. Enjoy!
-J

Jess

Day 1:
Caitlin said that I still has the speed force in me. That on paper, I should still be able to run. That with some practice, I'll be as good as new. But I'm thinking that this isn't a science issue, it's a magic one. That thing was magical, I could feel it. And that's not even the weirdest part. What about the fact that I could understand that incantation? What's wrong with me?

Day 2:
I'm miserable. And I can't talk to anybody about it either. It feels like a part of me is missing, like I've lost an arm or a leg. I've stopped going to Star Labs after school. I just come home and do my homework, nothing exciting.

Day 3:
I can barely talk to Asa, but I still do, and try to act like everything's normal. How could he do this? I know he didn't know it was me, but still, trying to take away the Flash's powers? He's always loved the Flash! It's like he's a different person!

Day 4:
Most people would think that falling into this sort of depression would make them stop working. Well, it's the opposite for me. I'm working harder on my homework then I ever have. I think it's because I don't need to think about how bad my life is while doing it. I dunno.

Day 5:

Barry called me today. He said that when he broke his back, he lost his powers then. He claimed that he knew what I felt like, and that I should come back to Star Labs to see if they can get my speed back. I declined the offer.

By day 6, I felt like I was only a shell of my previous self. These past couple months, I had gotten a power that made my life complete, found new mentors, and gave back to the people of this city. Then I witnessed something even more impossible than my speed, magic, which I lost my powers and my best friend to. However, today feels different.

I woke up early, for starters, which I never do, and I went to school, filled with excitement. I felt like I did last week, before I lost my speed. My hatred towards Asa even died down a little, and I could actually joke around lightly with him for real, not like all the fake joking I've been doing the past couple days.

I came home after school, did my homework, and watched Netflix. Then I went to bed early. I was dreaming about running down the streets of Central City, running faster than Barry, faster than anyone else, when I was interrupted by someone calling my name in my head.
"Jessie, Jessie" it called.

"Yes?" I thought.

Then, in a blink, I was in a field of grass. I knew I was still dreaming, but where was I?

"Jess" a man called out.

I turned around to see a man, about Barry's age, with black hair, standing before me. He was wearing brown pants, a blue shirt, a brown jacket, and a red neckerchief.

"Whe- where am I?" I asked. "And who are you?"

"My name is Emrys." The man said. "And I have waited long enough for you."

"What do you mean?"

"Jess, you need to accept who you are."

"What do you mean! You're talking in riddles!" I yelled.

"I know." Emrys said. "It always bothered me too. But there's no way around it. Just listen to me. You need to accept your destiny. It's the only way you're going to be able to defeat Mordred."

"Mordred? Who's Mordred?"

"The boy who took away your speed. The young Druid descendent that Morgana has unveiled the destiny of."

"You mean Asa? And what's all this about destinies?"

"Jess, all this is part of a plan cre-"

Everything started to fade to a bright light, and I couldn't hear Emrys anymore. Then I opened my eyes, and saw my room, just as it was yesterday. What a weird dream, I thought to myself.