Victim of the Gods

Medusa just wanted to be alone where she couldn't cause harm, where she couldn't cause more pain. Where no one was hurt but her

Chrysanthos wanted to be a hero, bring his family together, and prove his worth. To do so he has to kill the snake-headed monster, who is feared all throughout Athens.

But love and gods and prophecies have other things in mind for these unlucky souls.

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1. Chapter One

She woke up to a nightmare and tears in her eyes, somehow happy for her temporary dream, and sad, longing her old life. Medusa felt like crying, blaming the gods, blaming herself, but she had done all those things enough to fill the Styx with her tears and contempt.

 

Instead, she was filled with a new resolve: she would live her isolated life as well as she could. She would find the most happiness in all of her lonely days. Athena will find no satisfaction in her misery.

 

 

Slash.

Slash.

Slash!

 

The young demigod traversed through the dense forest, the legend of the snake-haired monster echoing in his ears. He thought of his home, his sister, and the prophecy that was delivered to him shortly before he left.

 

The monster you seek will be found

Through brush, bush, and briar

Cupid’s arrow shall shoot and soar

In dark will be a fire

But it must turn to stone and dust

And and a demigod’s death

Shall wake the monster’s lust

 

He had a million questions. Cupid’s bow shall light a fire? Was he about to meet a pretty lady, or, was he going to have to deal with a god on this quest? (No offence to the gods, he thought, but that would royally suck.)  How could fire crumble to dust? Wasn’t the monster already lusting for blood? And, a more troubling thought, was he going to...die?

 

He didn’t want to think about that last one. So instead he thought of his sister, whom he considered his only living family. Maybe he would meet her in these woods. . .

 

He was sure of one thing though, there was a ton of brush and briar in the gods forsaken forest.

 

 

Medusa was singing by her berry bushes and crops, and, for some reason, the birds were singing along with her. It didn’t make sense, given that the vipers she called hair would most certainly eat them in the wild when presented with the chance.

 

Strangely enough, though, she seemed to be able to subdue them. It was weird, the vipers seemed to have emotions of their own. The snakes themselves were harmless, so far, and it seemed to be her eyes that did the most damage. It was something she had learned the hard way. . .

 

The animals of the wood had stayed clear of Medusa when she had first escaped to the glade, but, after settling in, she wore a mask of cloth that hid her once beautiful eyes. It made her sad, as vain as it sounded she had always loved her eyes, but, her snakes guided her well enough anyway.

 

When she wore the cloth on her eyes, the woodland creatures made their way back.  They seemed especially drawn to her when she sang. It made her feel less lonely, but she also hated it. It reminded her of her old life, her beauty, a time where she held respect for the gods. It was so perfect, she thought, Medusa, an outcast, monster, being sung to by birds like a gamiménos princess.

 

But, Medusa knew it was not their fault, they could not know of her past. Plus, they were kind of the only things keeping her sane. She was very sure that, having only the company of snakes and her own thoughts, that without them she would go insane. She

 

“Thank you, birds, and, squirrels, and rabbits,” Medusa said, feeling crazy as she did. “Thanks to all the animals in these woods, even you vipers. Without you, I would have no one.”

 

Her snakes seemed to hiss in appreciation.

 

“Holy Hephaestus, I need some friends,” she said, trying not to think about the fact that she probably wouldn’t get them anytime soon.

 

 

Medusa woke to a starry night, the sky was so beautiful in this glade. It was like Artemis herself had blessed this patch of forest. She had slept outside instead of in the shelter she built, it was warm this time of year.

She had planned on checking her crops, rain catching devices while the animals were and she didn't have to hide her eyes. Her snakes and overall monster-ness seemed to scare the nocturnal animals. Especially the owls. They seemed to particularly—

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rustle in the woods. Her snakes started to hiss in alarm like guard dogs, but Medusa quickly quieted them. Her transformation had been somewhat secretive, but no animals would dare come near her. Could it be a monster or. . . a person?

 

Medusa pinpointed where the sound was coming from and backed away from the area. She had no weapons, but if worst comes to worst. . . well, she had her eyes, her curse.

 

From the bushes stumbled in a boy, no, no a man. A man with a boyish face, and curly blonde hair. He was stumbling and muttering like he was both drunk and blind but seemed to be mostly hurt. Maybe both physically and emotionally.

 

Somehow, he didn’t notice her and just kept walking (or, at least, tried to) and kept muttering under his breath. He drew closer to me, and lifted his head up and looked right at me, or, I should say right through me. Then he said something she couldn't make out.

 

And then, he passed out.

 




 

    

 

 







 

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