Book3:WereMyDreamIs

eloudasthunder

    “Truthisinyourhands.Letthingsproceedacctoyourthoughts.”Sayingso,thecloudbrokeup,shatteredanddisappeared,leavingbehindthewideexpanseofblueskiesassereneasever.IfGodcouldappearasacloud,hecouldalsoappearasaflowerorinanyotherpossibleform.

    WheesawKingDimitririseupfromhiskheytoostoodupstraightagainandwatchedashewalkedtowardsthematthefrihebattlefield,hisexpressionsolemnbutfulloffideheywereallmucedbecausetheyknewKingDimitriwasabouttodosomethiaacur.Hewalkedtowheretheywerestandingandturnedaroundtofacetheseaofcorpsesolefieldsaying,

    “WhereareyouWhiteFairy?”

    “Iamhere,yourMajesty”repliedWhiteFairywalkiohim.Iamreadytocarryoutyourorders.”

    “Iwantyoutoorderallthefreshflo