Book3:WereMyDreamIs

akedexceptforaleopardskinathiswaist,andbulgingmusclescoveredhisbody.“Why,that’sCyclops,”thoughtDimitri.InthemeahemantookuphisbowandarrowandtookaimatDimitri.Hepulledtautthestringofhisbowwithhisrighthandtotheshapeofafullmoon.ThesightofthebowandarrowgreatlyarmedDimitribecausenooneuoodbetterthahemagicalfunsandattributesofthismiraculouson.Heusedtobetheirmaster.Theirpresentowner,however,washisenemyandnemesisCyclops.Hekhatthemagicbowcouldsendthemagicarrowafterthetargetsetbyitsowneranditwouldtenaciouslyandpersistentlyfollowthetargetuntilitreachedaroyedit.Therewasnostoppingthearrowowasonroute.ThestringofthebowzingedasCyclopsletflythearrowwhichflewstraightatDimitriswiftaslightning.Shockedandhorror-stri,Dimitrilosttrolofhisequilibriumandfellfromhispositionintheair,asifdroppingfrombeyondtheskyintoafathomlessabyss.“Oh,thiswouldbethedeathofme!”heshouted,ashekhatafallfromsuchaheightwouldsmashhimtopieces.

    Dimitriithperspirationashewokefromhisnightmare.Hefoundhimselfstillsleepingontheolddiscardedmattressthrowncarelesslybytheroadside.Thoughthemattresswaslumpyandnotveryfortable,toDimitrihavinganythingtosleeponwasaluxury.Thesesinhisdreamscamebackagaintohim.Helikedtodwelloailsofhisdreams,reiteratingandmullihehefirstpartofhisdreambroughthimthejoyofagreatharvest,fromwhichhegainedpreciousknowledge.ItwasasifFatewashintingatsomethingtohim.Hedecidedthatheshouldthihedetailsmorecarefullyiogairientsoritwouldnotbedoingfulljusticetoagooddream.Butthesedhalfofthedreamwasanightmareandbroughthimarmandhorr