She felt pressure on her body, like she was underwater. She opened her eyes and she was right. She was under water. She swam to the top on the water and burst through the water. She gulped the fresh air, sweet smelling, like wet soil and water. She pushed the hair out her eyes. And looked around. She was in a river, or some sort of channel leading off a river. She looked up and saw a roof over her head. She looked around and then saw water lilies, curtains and steps. She swam to the steps and got out, tired, weak, and coughing up water. She rolled over and laid still. She opened her eyes and looked around her when she was calmer. The room had a high ceiling, with white silk or something like it draped over windows, pillars, and a doorway behind her. She got up and looked at the walls. It was a square room, with pillars all the way around, what seemed to be a pool. There was an inflow to her left and an outflow to her right. The water was clear and clean. It couldn't be the Quillayute River, this water was pleasantly warm. The blue water lilies had opened and staring silently back at her.
"Okay." She said, looking at the doorway.
She walked towards it and stepped through the white curtains. They felt lighter than a spring breeze. She wisped them away and looked into the adjoining room. It was a large room, with paintings directly onto the wall. They were Egyptian paintings. She looked back at the silent pool, moving slightly with the inflow and outflow of water. She looked at the big room and stepped in. She walked down the centre of the room, looking around. There were four pillars on the right and four on the left. At the other end on the room were two gilded chairs. She stared at the chairs wondering if they were solid gold when she heard a noise to her left. She ducked behind a nearby pillar and peeked out the other side. Two people came in, surrounded by ten or so guards with spears and swords strapped to their waists. They walked over to the chairs and sat down. They were speaking intently about something, in a different language. Cerise stepped back and bumped something over. She looked ahead, expecting a rain on spears and warnings, but no one heard anything. She looked out behind the pillar again and decided to test her theory that she was invisible. She walked out, to right in front of the guards, eyeing them carefully, for any movement. They were all looking at the couple on the chairs. She looked at them and saw they were a man and a woman. The man was handsome, young, elegant looking. She looked at the woman and gasped. Her long brown hair hung past her shoulders; lose, except for a tiny plait in her fringe. She was young as well, maybe 18. Her features were delicate, hair smooth and skin glowing. Her eyes were brown, like Jacob's, but more like someone else's, really. She couldn't place her finger on whom. She wore a white dress, tied around the waist by what looking like a golden ring. On her arms were golden bracelets. Around her neck was golden necklace depicting a woman with wings. She and the man wore a crown on red and white fabric, rimmed in gold. The woman looked at the guards and Cerise gasped again, not at the woman's beauty, but in horror. The medicine man was right. There she was, or least a version of her, sitting on what seemed to be a throne, and by the paintings on the wall, on a throne on ancient Egypt. She covered her mouth stop her from shouting and stepped back. She turned around and ran towards the pool again. She dived in hoping to get to La Push again. She hit her head on the bottom of the pool and reaching for the blue, gleaming surface, passed out.