Dorothy was not hit by the Cyclops' thrown fir tree. But a leafy branch caught on her clothes. She slid down a long mountain slope with a tree. She was badly injured, She couldn't move and cried out for help. However, there was no reply. Dorothy wondered if she was going to die alone in nature. She had been unconscious in the harpy and the eagle, but now she was conscious. She remembered her parents who worried about going to San Francisco. Her eyes were filled with tears. Through her blurred vision, she saw a girl staring at her. The girl was right in front of Dorothy. Originally, Dorothy could only see her face, but she could see her upper body. The girl's thick black hair hides her white, bare breasts. Dorothy thought it was a dream. Her sense of perspective was insane.
Dorothy's body, which had been on her back, turned sideways.
Dorothy did not move on her own. The girl and her friends moved her. The girls were all surprisingly small. It was about as tall as Dorothy's wrist to the tip of her finger. Dorothy thought she had wandered into the land of dwarves after the land of giants. Or was this Forests in Cornwall?
The girls were nymphs. The nymphs plucked blades of grass and put them on Dorothy's wounds.
After the nymphs had given first aid, they began weaving hammocks out of the vines. The nymphs were as talkative as young human girls. They couldn't keep quiet. Dorothy couldn't tell what they were talking about because their conversation sounded like the chirping of larks.
The hammock was meant to transport Dorothy. The nymphs lifted Dorothy's body and placed it on the hammock. A white horse pulled the hammock. The horse's rump muscles were beautifully toned like a West Point cadet, and from both shoulders hung a majestic wing like a Kaiser beard. Dorothy understood that it was the flying horse Pegasus.
They took their time, avoiding bumpy spots and making their way through the primeval forest. Then they arrived at a tranquil spring where yellow daffodils swayed in the wind. The nymphs undressed Dorothy and submerged her in a clear spring. She thought she would drown, but she was safe. She could breathe underwater.From below, she watched as the nymphs floated herbs on the surface. The water was warm and Dorothy felt at peace. Her body curled up in the water like a fetus. She felt her wounds heal.
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The Argo Goes West
Science FictionIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
