Nefertiti. I heard a voice whisper—only it wasn’t the voice of either Taylor nor Tamo and the way she said my name felt intimate, like I knew her.
“Who’s there?” I asked, as I looked around my surroundings and finally realizing that I was no longer in my room, nor was I in the garden or training room that Tamo would bring me to when we trained. Instead I was in the one place I had wanted to go to my entire life: Egypt standing in front of the sphinx. The sun hung high above me warming my skin while the wind blew gently by, causing the sand below me to spiral and blow this way and that. This has to be a dream. I thought to myself as I took in my surroundings. Everything about that place looked real and felt real, but I knew it wasn’t. How could it be when the last place I was, was in bed
