The air was damp and hot, the trees abundant with leaves and fruit. The sky above was grey and foggy, barely visible through the dense trees.
Medusa paced around the small clearing, disgust and anger clouding her face. She stepped amongst lush undergrowth, gently touching the vines hanging low from the trees.
Medusa gently stroked the snakes on her head.
"They locked me up here..."
"...in this dungeon..."
"...for all of eternity..."
Medusa stopped. Her anger was flowing inside like a flame on a torch. The anger was consuming her, more and more each day.
Medusa remembered the foul memories of Diana and her legion locking her up in this jungle. Her punishment was that the jungle's expanse was everlasting- there was no escape.
"Heroes," Medusa snorted in disgust.
"They are remembered through centuries...And I am forgotten! I have been remembered as sleighed by Hercules. " Medusa picked up a rock from the ground. "When I had the power to take Hercules' life." Medusa crumpled the rock in her hand, and let the dust fall to the ground.
Medusa looked up at the darkened sky. "I don't belong here." The snakes on her head coiled and hissed, showing they had felt the same anger.
Medusa smiled a dark grin "Don't you worry, my children. " Medusa stroked the back of one of her snakes.
She looked at her reflection in a creek, and chuckled.
"I will get my revenge."
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What If
FantasyThis story tells myths and what would happen if all mythology came true. Be sure to comment on the first chapter and I would like to give thanks to @eter
