Book1:TeDream-Maker

tutackedtheRomanLegions．DimitrifeltasthoughhewaschargingthroughtheMongoliangrassndo-footedsteed，ahoughhewasfightinginthedesertwithitsendlessexpanseofyellowsand．

    Battlecriedresounded．KingDimitri’ssoldierswerenakedandweldedonlyprimitiveons，butitdidhem.TheselioedwarriorschargedferociouslyatthefullyarmoredRomanLegions．Totheirastonishmentandbewilderment，thewarriorsfoundthatthoughtheRomanswerefullyequipped，theywerenotsolidshapes，butonlyillusionaryphantoms．WhentheyrushedheadlongintotheranksofthestatelyRomanLegions，theirattackbroughtwithitagustofwhirlwind,onimpactofwhichthephantomsdispersedinalldires．Amidtheturmoilofbattle，allthatcouldbeseenwasonesolitarywoman,uglyanddeformedbymultiplescarstryingtoescape．Medusa，mountedobcksteed，reizedhertobethetraitorIleen．Takinganarrowfromherquiver，shetookaimatthepreyandwithoneinfallibleshotpiercedherthroatbeforeKingDimitricouldstopher．Dimitriimmediatelyspurredhishorseandgallopedover,butIleenwasalreadydead．Hereyeshoweverwerewideopenandfullofhate．Helookedatherregretfully,rememberingtheirpastretionship．Shehadbeenhisfavoriteeformanyyearsandhadtributedmuchtowardshisempire.Thusherundyinghatredforhimwasinaway，justified．

    Atthatmoment，thephantomsoftheRomanlegionsevaporatedintodarkclouds．Thesedarkcloudsgatheredoverheadandtorrentsofrainpoureddown．RaindropsfellonDimitri’swarriorswhobegabatothesoilfromwhichtheyhadsprung．Ileen’sbody，whichwasalsomadeofearth，sooedtoo．Dimitriwatchedashissoldiersdisappeared，justashisenemieshad，andhewalkedonaloheraintowar