Magick?

A tall, bronze, muscular female seemed to apear near the crude table. The word Amazon came to mind. She was beautiful, he would give her that. Long dark hair, and dark eyes that matched his own. She had jumped out of a television show, he was sure. Zena, or Herculese, or something similar. She was wearing the tight, skimpy, leather, which only covered the essential parts of her body. A bow, and quiver of arrows hung over her back. Again Logans' mind thought he was surley unconscious on the ground. This woman was his subconscious mind playing through pictures in his mind. "Bess, you're back." The young man said with a smile. "Shhh" The amazon said quickly. "I saw knarles not far away. Maby fifteen tonks." Logan heard the words, and even wanted to ask what a knarel was, but sleep overcame him again. The same darkness seemed to surround him once again. © DripkaCartwright 3/21/2005