Subj: DS:Goddess 7
Date: 5/5/02 4:09:55 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Aesgaard

Further down river, the log carrying Angelique had drifted into a beautiful yet serene marsh. She knew she was not home as ten to twelve water divinties splashed and played at the water's edge only to be chased from shore by centaurs. Screaming and squealing for their underwater father, they all vanished under the water's edge as Angelique hoped the half-man horses did
not see her.

Her log hit shallow water as she looked up and saw a satyr munching on the berries growing from the tree branch he was sitting on. The two of them locked eyes as he stopped chewing and rose an eyebrow in a disgusting love-starved manner.

"Hey ! There's a mortal here !" he screamed jumping down to the log.

"She's mine !!" another one screamed as Angelique bolted up, jumped on to shore and ran for her life. She had read fairy tales of how satyrs raped mortal women in mass debaucheries. What was a nice former witch doing here in the land of the immortals?

Without looking back, she raced through a field of faeries and field nymphs as five then eight satyrs rushed for a touch of her mortal skin. Another one jumped from a tree on his hind legs of a goat. She ran into a grotto with with huge centaurs and
froze as the massive male blared out their mating call. "Oh great !" she recognized an herb and a vine she could use. Hoping their properties were greater in this world, she squeezed the herb into the juice from the vine and rubbed her imprompt elixir into a strong branch. As she ran into a dry river bed, she started drawing a circle around herself with her imprompt wand.
With the small patch of enchanted ground, she looked up as her pursuers caught up, froze and then retreated.

"Why would they do that ?" she asked herself as she heard ground being crushed behind her.

Turning around, she saw a huge crocodile head. Actually it looked like one of her son's toy dinosaurs as it stood up on it's rear legs and reached out for her. It's fingers curled around her as she started to flee.

"Well, there's something you don't see everyday." It blinked and spoke clear English. "A mortal witch on the plain of Olympus. You're not in Kansas anymore are you, Dorothy ?"

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