The Sun’s Witch: Part Eight

Here’s the final part of ‘The Sun’s Witch.’

Even after Medea’s persuasive, ah, ‘argument,’ Jason decided against taking Colchis.  He had learned of his lineage not two winters ago, so the idea of ruling two kingdoms – two kingdoms vastly spread apart – seemed like folly.

Jason’s grip on his sword hilt tightened.  The lights of Colchis were but a speck in the distance, moving further and further away with each blow Zephyr, the West Wind, made.

“Whatever is the matter?” Orpheus asked, joining his friend.

Jason sighed.

“Do your frustrations have something to do with the princess?”

Jaw dropping, Jason quickly scanned the deck.  When he didn’t see her, he said, “How did you know?”

“You’re as readable as a-”

“Yes, yes.  Now do you have any advice or not?”

Orpheus hesitated.

“Well?”  Jason demanded.  “Speak up!”

“She’s dangerous and something’s off.”

“So warns the man who had his gaze on her.”

“That was before.”

Now Jason was puzzled.  “Before what?”

Orpheus dropped a sack he had behind his back on the deck.  “Before this.”

Puking over the side of the ship, Jason’s eyes watered.  “What the…”

Orpheus pushed the bag with his foot…

…  and out rolled the King of Colchis’s head.

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Seven

Jason had never seen such a beautiful woman as he did then.  Of course, he hadn’t seen many having been raised by a centaur for eighteen years.  But that was beside the point.  Medea was risking everything for his quest ny helping him.  At that time in the game, he had to take her with him or else she’d more than likely be executed.  And she was quite attractive…

He swept her up in his arms.  “Once we get back and become king, I’ll make you my bride and queen.  I promise you that.”

Smiling, she ran his hands over his chest.  “Why wait?”

“I have to bring the Fleece back to claim the throne.”

“But why settle for one kingdom?” she kissed his neck and shoulders.  “I know a perfect one and in need of a new ruler.”

His head spun.  “But how-”

Medea silenced him with a soft kiss.  “I’m the granddaughter of the Sun and a devotee of Hecate.  I’m the one who cast the spells around the island, and I’m the one who has kept even the god of war from touching my kingdom with the aid of my patron.”

He stroked her hair, somewhat frightened, and rightfully so.  “But taking an entire kingdom with a boatload of men and a witch?  Even that’s a bit far-fetched.”

“Trust me.”

He caved in under the influence of her gaze and kisses.

Meanwhile, the god of war and his sister, Eris, spied gleefully at the pair as they plotted their own downfall.

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Six

“Where are you taking me?” Jason demanded as Medea led him through a series of garden mazes.  They followed a river upstream until they hit a small pool.

Medea sprinkled some of the water inside the vase she was carrying, mumbled a few words, and took out knife.  She raised it up and slashed her wrist.  Her chanting grew louder and faster and the blood kept gushing out.  A shudder ran through Jason and he fought the urge to throw up the grapes he’d been snacking on earlier.

There was a poof and a flash of sunlight; Medea stopped chanting.  She gazed at him with a smile.  “This salve will protect any who wears it from the fire of the dragon guarding the Fleece.”

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Five

Even though she was from a proud family with a godly lineage, Medea lost all her courage to look up.  Oh, once she enchanted her voice she had sung quite well.  But the floor was more interesting.  The smooth rock had sand dusted over it, forming tiny dunes.  Small insects trailed after each other, going up a dune then down a dune.  Up and down.  Her eyes followed the train until they were well out of sight.

Their hymn concluded.  Medea, unable to look anyone in the eye, took to her seat as if Echidna herself was after her.  Rubbing her previously enchanted throat, she took a sip of wine.

“Singing aches?” Jason’s tone was playful but she was mad.

A shock of pain went through her body, almost as if her skin had been pierced.

“Oh, so you’re ignoring me now?” he jabbed.  “Pity.  I was beginning to enjoy our little WOAH!”

Medea had launched herself over the table, tackling him to the ground.  Forget slitting their throats in their sleep, she wanted to murder this one with her bare hands.  At least, she had before she looked up.

Heart pounding, body aching to be closer, she parted her lips.  “I-I-”  But Medea couldn’t say what she wanted to say; her father-the murderous tyrant-was present.

If she told Jason, oh that beautiful man!  That she loved him, he would certainly be put to death then and there.

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Four

Medea adjusted her chiton.  “It would be an honor but it’s highly irregular.”

Jason barked out a laugh.  His smile reminded her of Sphinx’s right before it was going to eat you for answering it’s riddle incorrectly.  “So…  you’re refusing?”

All the eyes in the room were on her, burning Titan-sized holes into her.

“She did not say yes or no.  If you had been listening instead of staring into the sunset, you would’ve noticed.” Medea’s brother said.

“I was admiring the sun.”

“If you enjoy the sun that much, perhaps you should pay more attention to his granddaughter.  Who’s right in front of you.”

A hush fell and Medea waited for both her and her brother to disolve into a heap of ashes.

Helios himself hadn’t been too offended.  That mortal Jason was a favorite of Hera’s and he wasn’t particularly fond of her or the boy.  Peeking into the dining hall, the Sun smiled to himself.  Even though his grandson possessed none of the family abilities, he still had that…  spark.  As long as his grandson didn’t claim to be the Sun, he was fine.

Summoning her she-devil, Medea smiled.  “If you wish to hear me make noise, there are other ways.”  It was a crude tactic but her father would kill Jason first, to be certain.

And sure enough, even the leader of the Argonauts couldn’t fight the blush spreading up his neck, over his face, and down his body.

The malice filled flirtations were too much for Orpheus to keep a straight face…  and for Eros to keep his aim steady.

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Three

The dinner that evening had been filled with laughter, stories, and dancers.  After he had eaten his fill, which was less than Medea’s brother’s infant had, Orpheus brushed off his spotless tunic.

Lyre in hand he turned to the king.  “Might I entertain you and your court with some music?”

The king nodded with a small smile.  “A muse need never ask.”

Jason shot Medea a discrete smile.

As much as she daydreamed about setting the fool aflame, Orpheus began to play.  And any mortal with a brain knows that when a muse plays, you listen.

It was a merry tune that made Medea want to dance and cry with joy and laugh and sing.  It went on and on and on but no one cared.  They could’ve died happy right then and there, knowing that they’d heard it.

Medea hadn’t even realized the song was over for, to this day, she still feels it in her veins.

“For my next part, I require a partner.” Orpheus’s soft voice carried across the hall.  “Perhaps…” His eyes landed on Medea.  “You?”

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The Sun’s Witch: Part Two

“Your home is very…  balmy.” one of the foreigners said.  An Argonaut.  At least, that was what they called themselves.

“If this weather is threatening your frail health, I would suggest that you depart immediately.” Medea said, eying the wilting man.  “I’m sure we could supply your ship with servants and fans to keep you cool.”

He straightened his lion skin.  “Thank you for your gracious offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

“I would take it.” she persisted.  “You won’t find anything of much value here.”

He laughed, “So the Golden Fleece is just an animal skin?”

“Let me rephrase that.” The look in Medea’s eyes brought him to a stop.  “There’s nothing of value here that we wouldn’t kill for.  Especially the Fleece.  So, if you even think about spiriting it away, you and your little Argonauts will be slaughtered.”

Her golden eyes glowed and Jason didn’t doubt that she would see to the Argonauts demise herself.  They would have to be careful of the princess.

Luckily for them, Jason was a favorite of Hera, and the queen of Olympus had a bone to pick with the Sun.

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