Book3:WereMyDreamIs

lungitaroundhershoulderandquicklyswamtothesurface.Shebrokeoutofthewaterjustuhepcewheretheflyingbroomwash,waitingpatientlyforitsrider.Shehungthebowontothebroomandsaidhappily,

    “Mypreciousbroom,seehowfortuoday?Iactallycameacrossohemostimportanttreasuresdom-KingDimitri’smagicbow!IwanttogodownagainandseeifIfindthequiverofarrowsaswell.IfIcoulddoso,itwouldbefantastic!Wishmeluck!”Sayingso,Deannaagaiothecrystalclearbluewaters.Thistimeshewasevenluckier,forshesawthequiverofarrowshalfburiedinthepurewhitesandandinnotimepulleditoutandswambackagaintothetop.Hangingthequiveronthebroomwiththebow,shecriedexcitedly“Seehere,myluckhasheldandIgotthemagicarrowsaswell!”ThemagicbowandsarrowfelltothebottomofthekewhileViowasbattlingforherlifeamidtheferociouswavesofthetsunamiandtheyjusthappeohegoldpace.Itcouldbesaidthatthusthesetwomagiconshaveatstbeeurheirrightfulowner.Deannajumpedontotheflyingbroomandswiftlyflewawaytowardstheforests,hurryingtoreportthegdtidingstoMedusaaeFairytoletthemknowthatthereishopenowandthatKingDimitri’sKingdomofDreamswouldbesuretorevive.

    Dimitriwokegraduallyfromhisdreamsamidthetwitteringofbirds,silveryandmelodious.Inthisdesertedrosegarden,ytheruinsofahouse,mostofwhichhadbeenburntdownyearsago.ThesmallpartthatwasleftstandinghadbeethetemporaryhomeofRichardandJamaz.Thedazzlingafternoonsunfilteredthroughthebrahetreethatscattereditsraysontheflightofsteps.Dimitri,whowasusedtoanomadlifehavinglivedmostofhislifeintheopenairoreets,didnotliketobecoopedupindoors.Therefore,hethgunnyb