Medusa's+sister

=Medusa's Sister=

Perseus the Heartless
Those insolent humans are full of lies. They tell forged stories of the “great hero” Perseus, when in actuality, he should only be remembered for his cowardice and imbecility. They think they know what happened behind the murder of my sister. They haven’t heard the true story.

It all began, they say, with a powerful king from a far off land. King Acrisius, he was called, ruler of Argos. Cursed with the birth of only a daughter, the worried king journeyed to Delphi to question the priestess whether or not he would ever be blessed with a son to success his throne. Not only did the goddess tell the king that he would not have another son, she also revealed to him that his daughter, Danaë, would have a son that would kill him.

Even after being locked in an underground room, Danaë still managed to get pregnant with Zeus, bearing him Perseus. When cautious King Acrisius found out about his newly attained grandson, he quickly cast both his daughter and her son out to sea in a great chest to die.

How I wish that Perseus had drowned at sea, dying a slow, excruciating death as water engulfed his lungs. But somehow, the chest floated to an island, where a kind fisherman named Dictys rescued Danaë and Perseus, oblivious to the fact that he had just saved the life of a ruthless murderer. The island’s ruler Polydectes fell in love with the still beautiful Danaë, so the selfish king tried to come up with a plan to kill her only son.

Pretending that he was about to be married, Polydectes invited Perseus to a wedding celebration. Being customary to bring a gift for the bride to be, the king hinted to Perseus that he wanted the head of a gorgon, and Perseus mindlessly promised that he would accomplish this next to impossible task.

What a fool! The man could ask for anything in the world, and he asks for the head of a living being. What a savage, celebrating marriage with the death of a godlike figure. But what can you expect from such a brainless mortal as a human?

Luckily for that swine Perseus, he was aided on his barbaric quest to slaughter my sister. That vile god Hermes bestowed upon Perseus an adamantine sword that could even pierce my skin. But more importantly, that animal of a goddess Pallas Athena entrusted one of her most valuable possessions; a bronze shield so well polished that if one peered into it, their reflection would be revealed.

Subsequently, Perseus was guided by Hermes to the island of the nymphs, who showered him with gifts such as winged sandals and a cap that makes its wearer unseen. Those hypocritical fairies feast and laugh in the sun all day while assisting cold-blooded murderers without even a thought of the life they take away.

That night, I was violently awakened by the high-pitched scream of my sister, Medusa. Afloat and out of reach in the air was an invisible man, as I could see only the cap on his head.

The heartless killer, who I later discovered to be Perseus, then threw the head of my sister into a bag as if it was as worthless as the head of a pig. That merciless imbecile should be thankful that he was in the air away from my grasp, for I would have tortured him until he pleaded for death.

When that fool of a human returned to the island, he idiotically showed the gathering crowd his accomplishment, only to turn everybody into stone. How can he be called a hero after murdering hundreds of innocent villagers? The only good that came of this dim-witted act was the death of Polydectes, but I would rather have him alive so I can avenge my sister.

To this very day, I mourn the loss of my sister. If ever cross paths with Perseus, I swear that I will tear his limbs apart and set them on the four corners of Greece, as an example of what happens when mere mortals choose to wrangle with the Gorgons.