Book3:WereMyDreamIs

dingsandbeooanygesincaseMedusaattacksushereinthemiddleofourdest.”

    “It’salrightSire.Iamnotafraidofher.Ionlyworrythatshewouldnote.Ifshedarestoeandattackuswhilewearehangingheredefenseless,Iwillgebaynormalhumansizeanduseyicbowandarrowtokillher.Yes,Iwillcertainlykillher.”Justtheninthewaningsunlightabckspotappearedonthehorizon,flyingswiftlytowardsthemasifcurioustoiigatewhattheywere.VioatoncegedintoherhumanshapeandsteppingfirmlyonCyclops’broadshoulderspulledanarrowfromthequiver.Fittingittightlytothebow,sheletitflyfastaslightningtowardstheapproagbckspot,hittingitrightet.Thebckspotgaveaheart-rendingscreamandfellintothebottomlesschasm.ItwasnotMedusa,butonlyargemountaineagle.“ityitwasnotMedusa!”ex