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"Ew."
Moyra wrinkled her nose. "That's disgusting."
Driskoll
continued, "They're are evil to the core, and worse, they're not like
trolls or ocs. Medusas are smart." Driskoll turned to Kellach, "Could
the woman that Zendric's been seeing, the woman in the hood, could she
be a medusa?"
Kellach
nodded. "That's what I was thinking. She always wears that hood as if
she doesn't want anyone to see her face."
"Because if
she looks anyone in the eye, they'll be turned to stone." Moyra
shivered.
"Stone!
That's it." Kellach shut the journal and jumped out of his chair. "I
just remembered where I saw these symbols." Kellach grinned. "The statue
in Main Square. The one that Pralthamus was dedicating yesterday."
Driskoll
nodded suddenly, his mind racing. "That's right! It had all kinds of
weird squiggles along the hem of the robe and on the base. But . . .
what if a medusa made the statue?"
Kellach's
face was grim. "I think that's exactly who made that statue. In fact, I
think that statue isn't a statue at all."
"What?"
yelped Moyra. "You mean that's not a statue of Elisa in Main Square. It
is Elisa in Main Square?" Moyra stared, realizing the horror of
that statement.
Driskoll
shuddered. "Right." He remembered the cool, calm visage of the marble
woman in the square, and the eerie resemblance she bore to the lost
watcher. "A medusa. She's behind all of this. The statue, the wyrmserum.
It all makes sense."
"Let's go to
Main Square," Kellach said, helping Lochinvar back up onto his shoulder.
"I want to get another look at that statue. Now that we have Locky,
we'll be able to read the writing on the stone. And if we're lucky,
we'll finally be on our way to solving this mystery."
"And if
we're not lucky, we'll get turned to stone ourselves." Driskoll's face
screwed up in worry.
"Don't be
such a scaredy-cat, Driskoll." Kellach laughed, shaking his little
brother by the shoulder. "After all, what could go wrong?"
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