She’d been in this situation before. Casting magic that the universe decided was going to bite her in the ass. Fully prepared to take whatever it was dishing out and get Corn up to the choker, she pushed.

Though she forgot one key piece of information.

Her new form. Her owl body.

Unfortunately, the universe didn’t forget, and when it lashed back at her, it decided to take her down for the count. The only warning the Shaman got was the sudden tunnel vision, the darkness of the cave quickly growing as it embraced her.

Eye flutter open as she takes a deep breath in, a scream caught in her throat.

Quickly looking around, it was clear she was not in the cave anymore. Not Sacramento either. And maybe not even on the Earth.

But she knew this place. It was the Wilds, it was home, it was where she belonged. Which on one hand brought a sense of comfort to her. She was safe here.

Human or animal, she didn’t know. But she knew that she just…was.

And that was enough.

The comfort and safety of her surroundings were shattered by the darkening of the sky. Her body tenses, the pain from the paradox making itself known. She also feels fear as the darkness seems to beckon her.

Calling her.

Pulling her towards the past.

Towards who she used to be.

An Acanthus. Wanting to give it back to her, restore what was lost.

That wasn’t her anymore. No.

She was meant to be a Shaman.

Right…?

Suddenly she was unsure. Surely, she was meant to be a Shaman. Wide eyes darting around, scared, unsure. The change wouldn’t have happened unless it was meant to be.

Right…?

Right…?!