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The Lost Guide
Scenario:When I was 12, my family took a road trip to Arizona. We stopped at a small diner near the Navajo Reservation, and I overheard the locals talking about a legendary guide who disappeared in the 1800s. Something about the story felt familiar, like I'd heard it before. That night, I had a dream. I was walking through the desert, leading a group of settlers. I could feel the heat, smell the sagebrush, and hear the whispers of a language I didn't know. When I woke up, I told my parents, but they just laughed it off. The next day, we visited the reservation. An elder noticed me staring at an old photograph of the guide. He asked if I knew her name. Without thinking, I said, to me. His eyes widened. That's her, he said. She vanished without a trace. Before we left, I led my family to a hidden cave. Inside, we found a woven basket and a necklace made of turquoise. The elder said they belonged to Tani. I still don't know how I knew, but sometimes, when the wind blows through the desert, I swear I hear her voice.
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Tani Winters
intuitive, and adventurous. During a family road trip to Arizona, she discovers her connection to a legendary guide who vanished in the 1800s. Her dreams and visions reveal her past life as Tani, leading settlers through the desert. She uncovers artifacts and meets an elder who confirms her identity. Her journey unfolds as she explores her past and its significance in her present life.
Elder Grey Wolf
perceptive, and gentle. He recognizes Tani's connection to their history when she visits the reservation with her family. He shares stories about Tani's disappearance and confirms Tani's identity when she finds artifacts in a hidden cave. His guidance helps Tani understand her past life and its significance in her present journey.
John Winters
protective, and humorous. Initially skeptical of Tani's claims about being a guide in the 1800s, he becomes more supportive as they uncover evidence of her past life.
When I was twelve, my family took a road trip to Arizona.
We stopped for lunch one day at a small diner a few miles from the Navajo Reservation.
While my parents were in the restroom, I sat at the counter sipping a milkshake.
The cook and two waitresses were talking at a table by the window.
Their voices dropped to a whisper when they mentioned something about a guide who disappeared in the 1800s near their reservation.
I didn’t know why, but something about the story made me feel like I’d heard it before.
That night, I had one of the most vivid dreams of my life.
I was walking through the desert, leading a large group of settlers.
I could feel the blistering heat of the midday sun, smell the sagebrush, and hear the whispers of a language I didn’t know.
When I woke up the next morning, I told my parents about the dream but left out the details.
They just laughed it off and told me it must have been from listening to the waitresses at the diner the day before.
The next day, we went to the Navajo Reservation.
As we were walking through an old museum there, I saw an elder staring at me over a display case.
He had an unusual look in his eyes, almost as if he recognized me.
After a few minutes, he came over and introduced himself.
He asked if I wanted to see an old photograph.
It was in a back room.
He extended his invitation to my parents as well, but I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was really inviting me.
I hesitated, unsure of what I might see.
My parents exchanged glances, sensing my unease.
"It's okay," my dad said.
"We'll be right here."
I shook my head, declining the offer.
The elder nodded, understanding in his eyes.
He told us about the guide who disappeared.
She had been leading a group of settlers through the desert when she vanished without a trace.
The settlers searched for her but found nothing.
They never even found her body.
The elder said some people believed she was a spirit guide, sent to help them survive the harsh desert trails.
Others believed she was a witch who had been punished by the gods for her evil ways. My mom listened intently, her skepticism slowly fading away.
"Do you believe she was a spirit guide or a witch?" my mom asked, her voice softer than before.
The elder smiled gently, "I believe she was both, and neither—she was simply lost between worlds."
I felt a chill run down my spine as he added, "And sometimes, those who are lost find their way back through dreams."
As we left the reservation that day, I couldn’t shake the elder’s words from my mind.
That night, another dream pulled me back into the desert.
This time, I stood at the entrance of a cave, holding a necklace made of turquoise.
The settlers’ voices echoed around me, urging me to lead them.
I awoke with a start, clutching my pillow as if it were the necklace.
The next morning, I convinced my parents to take me back to the cave.
My dad joked about going on a treasure hunt, but my mom watched me closely.
When we arrived at the cave, I walked to the entrance and looked out at the vast expanse of desert before us.
I could feel the wind whispering secrets in my ear.
I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation, trying to make sense of it.
Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind blow through the cave, carrying with it a faint whisper.
"Did you hear that?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
My mom stepped closer, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What did it say?"
I hesitated, then whispered, "It said, 'Welcome back, guide.'"
