cut the head of Medusa. It was sticky and
bloody, I rolled it in my jacket and I went
out from the cave and I walked out onto the forest. When I arrived at the forest, the
weather was rainy and stormy, but nothing
scared me anymore.
This night I can return home victorious or I
will not return. There were some noises but
I kept walking, the noises increased then I
started running, the monster was behind
me; this was the perfect moment to attack;
I turned around suddenly and opened the
eyes of Medusa. The forest was quiet and
calm, the sun illuminated everything and
when I opened my eyes, the giant statue
stood in the sky, fixed, quiet, my heart filled with joy, I did it, I was a hero, I
saved everyone, but…nobody will never
know; this story will disappear when I will
not be there anymore. It was a promise.
This is the legend of the birth of the Park
of Monster in Bomarzo, but the truth will
never be known.
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