Amano, El Cayo, Belize 70%

I was standing at the summit of a mountain, overlooking forested slopes and tangled meadows below. Low drumming came to me from a distance, and signal fires stretched from horizon to horizon, their smoke plumes rising in great pulsating clouds of black.

In my pouch, a dozen poison darts waited ready, but it wasn't time. In my belly, the twin serpents of dreamberry and mugwort writhed together, releasing their venoms into each other and my blood.

My armies were marching now, but they were only sleight of hand. It was all down to me. I might fly, or I might fall, but either way the end of all of this was rushing toward me faster than I could run.

I felt it then. The lightness. The snakes had done their battle, had consumed each other and dissolved. It was time to find the City and take back what was mine. I took three strides and a skip, landing the ball of one foot on a final jagged rock before diving, with arms spread and hair whipping against my naked back, into nothing.

And then, like the cedar logs that burned, I rose into the sky.