You know these Dryad bones would make great spears. Although I have never actually chucked a spear, I didn't suppose it could be too difficult. Besides, I had seen the Goddess do it lots of times, and I am a quick study.
Now what shall I target? Then, as if by divine intervention, an idea popped into my head. Well actually, it was more like a slam than a pop, but that is neither here nor there. The point is, after picking myself up off the ground, I knew what I would go after, Centaurs. I was after all in their homeland, making this (Goddess willing) a once in a life time opportunity. And as luck would have it, there was a whole herd of Centaurs not more than a ½ a mile away.
Ever so slowly I crept up on them. I was immediately struck by the majestic beauty of the creatures, they were much more lively here in the wild than back home in the confides of the Cirran Zoo. Huh, go figure. Briefly, I wondered where the females were. The Goddess would be very pleased if I could add one of those to her collection of exotic and mythological creatures. As far as I know, nobody has ever actually seen a female Centaur, a phenomena which has lead to much uhm, how shall I say, "interesting" speculation.
Anyway, I positioned myself for the kill. With all my might I hurled the Dryad Bone directly into the heart of the beast. Well, at least, that is what I intended to do. What actually transpired was more like one of those awful nightmares where you think you just ran the Destroyer of Nations threw with your sword and you are getting ready to do a little gig on her grave, when you realize that you just barely nicked her and from the look in her eyes, she was definitely not amused.
The Dryad bone made it exactly 5 feet before it went nose down and planted itself into the ground. Ok, ok, it didn't actually plant itself in the ground, it was more like it skidded across the dirt before clanging into a small stone. Which, apparently, was enough of a distraction to get the full attention of all 20 Centaurs.
Two thoughts ran through my mind before I turned to flee the charging herd. "Ught-oh, he's mad." and "Guess I should have practiced first." The first thought was more or less an epiphany. Not so much in the sense that it was a break through discovery mind you, but more in the sense that there was definite life changing potential in it. The second thought was really more of an instructional tool, you know, in case I survived.
For the record, Centaur hooves can be quite painful when applied to the head, shoulders, neck, back, legs, feet, arms, fingers, and, well you get the picture. Needless to say, when the Amazons showed up and chased the Centaurs away, I was not about to argue politics with them, nor identify myself as a citizen of Cirra and a worshiper of the Goddess Callisto.
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