The Gorgon Queen

Prologue

Near them their sisters three, the Gorgons, winged

With snakes for hair--hatred for mortal man

I hate snakes.

I know, it's hard to believe, considering how my story ends. But it's true, I hate them. The way they hiss and slither about, it makes my skin crawl just thinking about it. Maybe that's why I was cursed with them. She knew how much I hated snakes, for I told her so many times.

Her.

Athena.

Ugh, her names now makes me want to cut my tongue out.

She cursed me out of spite. Maybe she should've been the one to keep an eye on that uncle of hers. It wasn't my fault that he came to her temple when I was there. I was only there for guidance, and what do I get in return?

Humiliation.

My sisters were no better off, for they were cursed along with me. I guess Athena thought my family would hate me for what I brought on them, but it was the opposite. Me and my sisters became strong. Even more so when we were together.

The Gorgons, they called us. It has a nice ring to it.

I know that since my death, there have been many tales of my life, but are any of them true?

No, they aren't.

You see, you may think you know my story, but you don't know everything. Some things the history books left out for those parts of my life didn't fit into their mission of making me the enemy.

Did you know I was in love?

And that, that love was ripped away from me before my very eyes.

Or the fact that my killer was also my savior.

He saved me when I was at my worst.

Or that my enemy was actually a dear friend.

And that she cursed me. That's the only true thing that history got correct.

No, you wouldn't know, would you? How could you for you didn't live it. But I did. I lived every second of it. From a calmly start to a brutal finish, I lived through it all.

Let me tell you my side and then at the end you can decide for yourself if I deserved such a violent end.

Maybe you'll get to know the real Medusa after all.