She sat on the ground faintly, the grass bending slightly to her even weight while the grass around her swayed and bobbed gently through the day in a summer breeze. Her elegant slightly tinged purple hair gently glides through the sweeping breeze. A tall olive tree's leaves swayed while older leaves broke off and blew with the wind. The female slowly lifted herself up and dusted herself off, after waking up the sleeping boy that was against the tree in a deep sleep, both the boy and the girl left the olive tree near a silo in a small village. The girl's arms were like twigs but hefty enough to do tasks that were needed of her, while the boy's arms were twigs and never changed much. While the petite female stood there letting the calmness around her sate the very being of her body. She enjoyed the silence and solitude, so she found and marked places on a map of solitary comfort to her, most places being crumbling or crumbled marble buildings left to wither away.
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𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝚇𝙸𝙸 || Μέδουσα
Short Story1 - capitalized [Latin, from Greek Medousa] : a mortal Gorgon who is slain when decapitated by Perseus ------ "A women assaulted by a god, assumed to be of treachery to her unyielding goddess by people of supposed worship to their patron god.. A wo...
