Chapter 25

The gray plain held a wispy mist, and Adara grumbled, "This is not where I wanted to be."

She'd hoped to spend time in the other dream. The one with the field and the impenetrable wall. She knew she was getting close to scaling it. Soon, she'd see the other side and hopefully understand.

Who am I?

The neutral space she stood in didn't teach her anything other than that she really preferred having color in her life.

She whirled around and complained aloud, "Okay, dream, I'm supposed to be in charge. Show me something else."

The gray mist swirled, and for a moment, teased her with a glimpse of the sunny field before closing in all around once more.

"Ugh." Adara stamped her foot. "Stop screwing with me. Take me to the other place I want to see."

But the mist ignored her. Her lips pressed into a tight line. There had to be a way to that other place. A path.