"
Her eyes were turned to the heavens, seemed to look beyond the
visible.
"Beyond that, the day will come when the fire dragon itself
shall fall to his sword. Only then shall Wyrd have him, as Wyrd
must have us all."
"Come, Zeus waits."
"Wyrd. Yes, yes, the Worm of Death. But, even the Titans knew
it only as a legend. Well, never mind. It is once more returned
to its lair, once more imprisoned."
Zeus seemed to have other thoughts on his mind.
"How did you manage, my boy. No, no, I don't have time! Golf
tournament this afternoon. Poseidon has won the last two. Still,
the score is getting closer. Oh, would you care to caddy. No, I
suppose you are a little tired. Good night, my son."
"Good night, my son."
Demo looked up at his mother, rolled over and pulled the
blankets close. Such strange dreams.
His fingers gingerly rubbed the lump on his head.
Theresa entered the room timidly, eyes downcast.
"Is Demo home. I need to talk to him."
Metaneira's eyes held a question? "He's out back with Rough. Is
something wrong?"
"I . . . I like Demo. I really wouldn't hurt him for the world.
I am sorry, I . . . . Please, I can't marry him. Metaneira, I am
sorry. There is another. Oh, what can I say, what shall I do!"
"Theresa, don't cry. Perhaps all will work out for the best.
But, yes, you should tell him. He is a brave lad. I'm sure he
will take it like a man. Why don't you wipe your eyes, then go
out back and talk to him.
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