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How long had she been sequestered in the cave of visions?
Weeks? Months?
Many moons ago, before she’d left the comfort of her mother’s teepee for the concrete mountains and asphalt trails of the great white village, the medicine man warned her of the trial she now faced.
A test of wisdom and endurance.
A vision quest.
For countless days she saw only the the gray walls of the cave and the glistening iron pillars that held aloft its high ceiling.
Then one night after a particularly unappetizing supper of cold peas and stale bread she saw “it”.
Or rather “her”.
A single green pea turned crimson red and began to grow.
Soon the pea had grown to such an immense size that it could not be contained by the concrete mountain in which it was housed.
But it was no longer a pea, it was a gargantuan girl skipping merrily through the charred ruins of the great white village.
Night after night the vision remained the same.
Was it an ominous portent of things to come?
If so what could she possibly do to stop it?
