Cultural Heritage Stories Booklet | Page 43

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. 38