Book3:WereMyDreamIs

ecoffeetablewereanotebook,apenandavoicerecorder,forCharinawouldbeingsoontohearhimtellthestoryofthekingdombeyondtheblueskies.Hewaswwhereheshouldbeginthisplicatedandintricatetaleiedininnumerableways.Hethoughtforamomentandthenmurmured,“Yes,thatwouldbeagoodpcetostart.”

    Uhehazymoonandmistyfog,awispofsmokeflewoutofthedenseforest,ndingamidabedofflowersattheborderofthetreesandgedintoawhitelily.Inappearawasmuchthesameastheotherflowersandbloomedsilentlyintheirmidstuhegentlemoonlight.Themeanderingliheforestextendedindefiowardstheskies,wherethefppingofmightywingswereheard.Ahugesnake-hairedbckbirdwithahumanfaceflewdownfromonhigh,somersaultedwhenithegroundandgedintohumanform.Shendedhebordersoftheforest,hereyesseargalroundthesurroundingarea.

    “That’sstrange!”shethought.“ThisisthetimeaeFairyandIagreedo.Whyisn’tshehere?”Herpiergeyesiedeverywhiteflowerarouilshesawawhitelilyandsaidwithasmile,“eout!Ihavefoundoutwhichwhitelilyisyou.Ifyoudon’tshowyourself,Iwillpullyououtbytheroot!”Awhitelilygedintohumanform,ranswiftlytowardsMedusaandembracedheraffeately,throwingherlovelywhitearmsaroundMedusa’sneck.MedusaloweredherheadandkissedWhiteFairy’srosylips.Thetwoofthemstoodtherekissingandhuggingforalongtime,untilWhiteFairyutteredstranglingnoisesasifsheneededairtobreathe.HerfeeblearmspushedMedusaawayandgaveherawhiteeye.

    “Youarereallygreedy”shescolded.“YouhavesuckedoutallthearIhavebeengatheringforalongtime!”

    “Hm,”saidMedusaproudly.“Tobeabletotastethehoneymadebythegoddessofflowersherselfisr