MAD WOMAN; pjo tv series

mad woman

"and there's nothin' like a mad woman

what a shame she went mad

no one likes a mad woman

you made her like that

and you'll poke that bear 'til her claws come out

and you find something to wrap your noose around

and there's nothin' like a mad woman"

ANDROMEDA STORM

     was born from the sun. From its flaming edges and center so hot it touched people like ice. She was the thing of myths, some would come to say. A thing that was never supposed to be, not truly. Born into a world that would never really accept her; she was someone who had been made from the atoms of two colliding galaxies. Andromeda was named for war, for tragedy, for loneliness. She was named for history, as she would be apart of those pages someday. Andromeda, with her dark, dark hair, and her bright, brilliant eyes. Her hair, which belonged to her mother, and her eyes, coming from her father. The gods had dreamt of her since their very beginnings. She had come and go, through the ages, appearing in the form of others. The original Andromeda. Achilles. Many more faces, and many more names, she would haunt them. Waiting for the day that her final time would come to be. And on July 7th, millions of years later, she did.