Book3:WereMyDreamIs

bushesthathadbeencrushedandtornbythehugefallingrockhetosseddown,andcircumveherocksprotrudingfromthebare,steepsurfaceofthecliff.Whenhewashalfwaydowicedthatthesurroundingcliffwassheerandsteepwithnofootholdatalndnocover,makingtheirexposedpositioremelyvulnerable.SuddehoughtofsomethingandcalledouttoViowhowashangingontothesinglehornatthetopofhishead,

    “Iwasoackedrightherebythevaliantsnake-hairedgonMedusa.TwiceshechargeddownatmefromonhighwhileIwasstuckheredefenseless,buttwiceshegedcourseamego.TodaywouldbethethirdtimeifsheshouldappearandIamnotsurewhethershewouldletmegooncemore.BeawareofyoursurroundingsandbeooanygesincaseMedusaattacksushereinthemiddleofourdest.”

    “It’salrightSire.Iamnotafraidofher.Ionlyworrythatshewouldnote.Ifshedarestoeandattackuswhilewearehangingheredefenseless,Iwillgebaynormalhumansizeanduseyicbowandarrowtokillher.Yes,Iwillcertainlykillher.”Justtheninthewaningsunlightabckspotappearedonthehorizon,flyingswiftlytowardsthemasifcurioustoiigatewhattheywere.VioatoncegedintoherhumanshapeandsteppingfirmlyonCyclops’broadshoulderspulledanarrowfromthequiver.Fittingittightlytothebow,sheletitflyfastaslightningtowardstheapproagbckspot,hittingitrightet.Thebckspotgaveaheart-rendingscreamandfellintothebottomlesschasm.ItwasnotMedusa,butonlyargemountaineagle.“ityitwasnotMedusa!”excimedVio.“Ifitwerethatsnake-hairedgonIkilledjustnow,itwouldhavebeenthebe-alndend-allhereandwouldhavesolvedtheultimateproblem.”InBook2CyclopsusedthemagicbowandarrowtowoundMedusa,whowassavedbyQueenAish