CHAPTER EIGHT
Centaur Mind Readers
I discovered that there was an assortment of paths that led up and into the mountain. Some were dead ends and others were misleading routes that continue on into nothingness. Several were riddled with wicked ogres who had long ago declared their loyalty to Gordok and now were under his control. But Aragon was clever and knew the mountain trails and led me to the right path. And we carefully stomped side-by-side up the steep twisted path and around the sharp windy mountain route. The huge sun shone bright before us and our eyes were dazzled. Finally, it widened and seemed to pause suggesting the summit, but then it went on and up for a little ways more. And at last we reached the top and breathing in the crisp clear air I looked down and it was just as I had imagined it to be. Far below, swathed in a light mist were several springs that fanned out and formed a bright blue pond. And nested inside of a ring of dark pine …show more content…
Why don't we just swim over and then pop up on them by surprise." The other argued and they began grumbling and bickering back and forth for a bit. Trying to decide on the best route, but before long and they agreed to cross the harbor to a short pier and dash around it to the other side, scrambled up the steep rocky slope, and enter through the back of the tower. I tagged along behind and their plan worked like a charm, except for inside there were three mysterious half women and half birdlike creatures with long flowing red locks who were singing such sweet songs that the trolls were entranced and forgot about everything including me. I luckily was impervious to their bewitching voices which was probably part of the aftereffects of the magic dust. Still under the trolls spell I watched as the lovely creatures lulled the grotesque monsters into a glassy eyed daze and then a into deep sleepy slumber. And once the magic powders wore off I wished myself back home and poof I was