For the first 9 years of her life, medusa was thrilled with her heritage. Perhaps not so ecstatic about her namesake, but she revelled in the way golden blood would drip from her wounds like molten sun. Medusa was special, and she liked it that way. When it became apparent that she was entering the last 9 years of her life, medusa was no longer exhilarated by tales of her ancestors. They would destroy her, as they destroyed all things beautiful. JAMES POTTER X OCAll Rights Reserved