The prairie was on fire.
Black Fox ran through, into the village, screaming at the top of his lungs that the fire was on the wind. Thunder had thrown his lightning bolt and began a fire just east of them. Now the winds blew their way. Thunder was angry.
The ground would vibrate soon, not because of Thunder, but because of a stampede of buffalo and horses that would rush forward. Black Fox tried to assist the Chief’s third wife and gathered up one of the children from the ground.
He had provided the right sacrifices, he had given the heart of the deer to His Goddess as She had required since time immemorial. The deer had given herself to him, allowed him to take her down, and he gave the proper thanks–
He tossed the child to another warrior and turned to face the fire eating the plains. Another Angel? He would sacrifice himself for another fool’s mistake, as he had done before, and would do again.
Then, a cool wind blew across his face. He wore only his breechcloth and moccassins, six feathers in his Mohawk-style cropped hair. The breeze carried the scent of the ocean, no longer the plains. Far away in the distance, he saw the tree he had planted the heart under.
He started walking toward the tree. As he was walking, he saw someone else approaching the tree from the side of it. He started to jog, then break out into a run – but he never got any closer. Finally, he stopped, breathless, to see that the other person had gotten to the tree and touched its bark.
Then the person changed, but he didn’t see to what. He turned away, and something attacked him from above, stealing one of his eagle feathers. He reached up to see a small chickadee hovering just above him, the feather in his mouth. He dropped the feather and twittered, “Fire claims Earth, Thunder claims Hunter; see the sun, hunt the Earth.”
“Where do I even start?” he asked.
The chickadee merely flew away, leaving him with questions at first. He looked down at the eagle feather. He bent to pick it up. A great gust of wind took it from his reach and he watched it fly toward the tree.
He felt himself be released gently from the dream. He opened his eyes, realizing whose arms he lay in. Cedric moved when Casey did, light sleeper that he was. “Casey?”
“Uh huh.”
“You okay?” he murmured sleepily.
Casey squeezed Cedric’s hands that were wrapped around his chest. “Uh huh.”
“Hum,” Cedric replied, moved his head to snuggle closer, and went right back to sleep. Casey leaned forward, kissing Cedric’s hands. He realized what to do now.
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Comments: I’ve never been good at writing dream sequences or the ramblings of someone who’s insane. I’m not sure where I’m going with this right now, but this is what dripped from the cauldron today.