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 One

When the Argo landed in Colchis, Medea was intrigued. No ship had been able to reach her shores; there were horrors that prowled the Black Sea that only the strongest of both mind and body could defeat.

Medea beckoned her maidservants over. “We have company. Please, would you get me my finest gown?”

Nodding and whispering amongst themselves, Medea caught wind of something the maids were chattering about.

“I heard that the great Muse, Orpheus, is amongst them!” one said, fixing Medea’s hair. “So are two wild-looking men with wings.”

The other gasped. “No!”

“It’s true,” Medea said and the maids finished. “I saw them for myself.”

The first maid shook her head. “It’s a shame.” she muttered, thinking that Medea hadn’t heard.

“It can’t be helped.” the princess replied.

The newcomers were going to die and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

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