As the years went by my lair was filled with statues of stone. It was the people who came to rid the world of the evil Medusa. I was astonished at how people could change. First they all wanted to meet me to behold my beauty. Now they also came to see me but to kill me. I sat in my lair sometimes and just cried. It always helped ease the pain.
I became a nightmare. The same people that loved to see me, I was now their greatest fear. I knew my end was near I could feel him the chosen one that would slay me and end the legend of the terrible. Medusa. As I had felt, he came I couldn't even see him. He was given special armour by the gods of Olympus. His name was. In one valiant swipe my head was off. The teribble Medusa was gone and as I looked at my dying body I felt it was fate for me to become what I had become. My head still retains my petrification powers because I still live. Now I am just a head weapon used to fight. My body might be gone but at least my soul lives on in my head. Now I just wander how vile life could get. But my quest is not over for in the name of all that is evil I promise Athena I will be back.
MEDUSA WILL RETURN.
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My Name Is MEDUSA
Historical FictionI am Medusa. I will tell you my story. How I became what they see me as.
