Book3:WereMyDreamIs (第317/327页)

eimageandlikehatGodgavethem.Theynotonlywokeupfromtheirnightmare,theyactuallyroseagainfromthedead.Fromthebeginningoftimesinthelonghistoryofmankind,therehadbeeninnumerablebattlesonscalesmoremassivethanthisothisonewasrareanduhatthesoldiersthatdiedallcamebacktolifeagainbecausethebattlehappenedinamysteriouskingdom.NothingisimpossibleintheKingdomofDreamsorinotherwordsanythingispossiblehereincludingtheresurreoflife.

    KingDimitriwokeupfromhisextremelyquietandsereeofmindandcameoutofthestateofzero.Hefoundhimselfsittingcross-leggedograssandstoodup.HistwoloyalservantsImaginationaivityputdowntheirhandswhichhadbeenpointingatthesky.KingDimitrituroWhiteFairywhowasstandingbesidehimandsaid,

    “Everyonehaswokenup,sothisbeautifulseaofflowersowbewithdrawn.Thefreshflowersyoucalledfromalroundhavealreadyfulfilledtheirmission.Pleasedismissthemandaskthemtogobacktowheretheycamefrom…”WhiteFairycspedherhandsandmurmuredwordsinanguagethatonlysheherselfuoodandthousandsofflowersflewwaveafterwaveinaveryorderlyfashionintotheblueskieslikepigeonsthatsymbolizedpeace.TheseinnumerablefreshflowershadbloomedatamostunseasoimeinahecalloftheFlowerFairyandtheyallflewhereatherand.Nowthattheirtaskwasdoheyflewbackagaintowheretheycamefrom,bythesideoftheclearstreamorbrook,intheemeraldgreenmeadows,ontreesandshrubsorinmountainsandvalleyswherenohumanshadeversteppedintobefore…Myriadsofbeautifulflowersflewupintotheskies,fillingtheheavenswiththeirgradcolorfulformswhichcouldbeseenineveryerofthevastdomainoftheKingdomofDreams.Itwasamajesticsighttobeholdihecorpsesofthetwo,threethousandbarbariansoldiersandnativewarriorsolefieldcametolifeagaialenemieswhohadbeeonkillingeachotherwerenowshakinghandsinfriendship,huggingwarmlyorwalkingtogetherarmsaroundeachother’sshoulders.Someofthebarbariansoldiersandnativewarriorsevensataroundinacirclehandinhandtalking,ughing,singinganddangtogetherinhighspirits.KingDimitrismiledinsatisfaohesesofullofpeace,warmthandhappiness.Fromdifferentdiresofthemeadows,figureswereseenmakingtheirwaytowardshim.KingDimitrigazedfixedlyatthemandsawthatthetwofiguresingfromtherightwerehisoldfriendsRichardandJamaz;thetwoingtowardshimattheterwerethesilver-hairedMr.KaffeeandthewrinkledDavidawomenwalkingtowardshimotalkingandughingwereMr.FingerakaEmmanuendBig-O.KingDimitri’sfacewaswreathedinsmilesashesawhisoldfriendswalkingsofulloflifetowardshimknowingtheymusthavebeenamongthedeadwhowerenowresurrected.Hewavedhishandswildlytothemshoutingtheirnamesaheysawitwashim,theycamerunning.KingDimitrihuggedeadeveryohemwarmly,sayiedly,“Scaredyoueh?Nowit’soverandweallbetogetheragain…”Justthen,ferociousroarswereheardandhekhatthetwotigersthatsatbeforehisthronewereheretoo.HelookedintothedistandsawCortezandKojakeboungjoyfullytowardshim,closelyfollowedbytwowomen,EileenandVio.penedwasthis.Atthebeginningofthebattle,whenEileensawCyclops’sheadflyfromhisbodyasbloodspurtedfromhisneck,shebckedoutandherbodyonceagainbrokeintotwoparts.Viowhowastherewithherwasdevastatedatwhatbefellherparentsaoofainted.Luckily,nativewarrior