Medusa

=Medusa=

The Truth about Perseus
Heroes are one of the most difficult creatures to find for the simple fact that so many claim to be heroes while so few truly are. Perseus would certainly fall under the category of "false heroes"; though he killed one of the most notorious monsters of all time, me, he did so while I was sleeping! Though I would like to place all of the blame on that wretched boy, I cannot; originally, King Polydectes wanted my head as a trophy of his greatness. Trying to impress the King, Perseus, the son of Danaë, set out to find Polydectes his prize. Interestingly, I had never laid a finger on Perseus nor on Polydectes; I committed no infraction of any sort towards them. During his journey to find me on the island that I shared with my immortal sisters, Athena, who was upset over my love affair with Poseidon in one of her numerous temples, and her brother Hermes came to Perseus' assistance. That stupid human would never have been able to decapitate me without their help.

With the guidance of those two wretched beings, whose names I wish to utter no more, Perseus obtained a sword that would never bend and a shield that would allow him not to look into my eyes. When the trio arrived at my cave, the two gods watched Perseus cowardly waltzed up to me in my sleep and cut my head clean off. I was dead! Murdered by some heartless young man. While Hermes found no great joy in watching my slaughter, Athena was nothing short of ecstatic. "She's dead! That evil monster has been murdered! Oh, I cannot wait to tell Poseidon about this one!"

Perseus himself had a victory chant. After violently butchering me, my sisters heard him say, "I am the greatest mortal of all! I am Perseus and shall never be defeated! I so bravely fought and narrowly escaped my own death! I am simply magnificent!" However, he still did not realize that any thug could kill someone that is sleeping. What an absolute imbecile!

Anyway, after that wretched boy decapitated me, he grabbed my head by the strands of my hair. Of course, the fact that these strands of hair were snakes, a gift of Athena, meant nothing to the fool as he haphazardly carried me back to his hometown. When we reached his town, a great assembly was in session, and he interrupted with his gift proudly clasped in his hand. The idiot raised my head, and my eyes turned the shocked faces of the king’s supporters into stone. My only consolation in this whole affair is the fact that King Polydectes, the one who initially wanted to see me dead, was among the men in the assembly and perished.

After murdering Polydectes, Perseus again ranted about his believed greatness. "I am nearly at the same status as the gods! Who next will be killed by Perseus the mighty!" a nearby citizen heard him scream. Again, that moron did not realize the fact that he himself did not kill Polydectes; it was I that killed him. I deserve the credit for tackling the tyrant, not that buffoon.

While I applaud his murder of Polydectes, that still comes nowhere close to burying my anger. In fact, until his death, I will be waiting near the gates of the Underworld for his arrival. Mark my words; I will not turn him into stone. That punishment simply would not be painful enough.