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The island of the Grey Sisters was definitely grey. A big grey mountain rose from a grey forest, blanketed in ash-coloured fog. Slate cliffs dropped into a churning grey sea. This must be the place, Perseus thought, because he was smart like that. He put on his invisibility cap and descended towards a line of smoke rising from the trees — like someone had a campfire going.
In a dreary clearing next to a scum-green lake, three old ladies sat around the fire. They were dressed in grey rags. Their hair looked like dirty straw. On a spit over the fire was a big hunk of sizzling meat, and Perseus really did not want to know where that meat had come from. As he got closer, he heard the women arguing. Their eye sockets were empty — except for the middle sister, Ugly No.
The sister on the right, Ugly No. The other two sisters seemed to have no teeth at all. They slurped unhappily from cups of Dannon non-fat Greek yogurt.
Ugly No. I mean, with pleasure. She yanked the tooth out of her mouth. The eyeball popped out into her palm, and Perseus tried not to puke. He crept forward. All his training at the temple of Athena and his hours playing Call of Duty must have really improved his hand—eye coordination, because he snatched the eye and the tooth right out of the air.
The grey ladies kept their hands out, ready to catch their traded body upgrades. The Grey Sisters fell silent. All three ladies whipped knives out from under their rags and lunged towards the sound of his voice. Perseus stumbled back, barely avoiding becoming mystery meat on a spit. Note to self, he thought. Uglies No. Perseus circled the perimeter of the camp.
The three sisters got to their feet. They looked creepy in the firelight — shadows dancing across their hollow eye sockets, knife blades glinting red. Perseus stepped on a twig.
The sisters all turned towards him, hissing like cats. Perseus tried to steady his nerves.
The Grey Sisters shrieked, clawing at their empty sockets. When you reach the mainland, you will see a high cliff rising from the sea. The cave is right in the middle, five hundred feet up. A tiny ledge is the only approach. You will know the place. Just look for the statues. She lunged at Perseus. He dodged easily, and she ran face first The weapons are buried between the two largest roots. They dived in like a pack of raggedy walruses.
Perseus wiped his hands on his shirt. Eyeball slime. He started up his sandals and flew south through the forest. He found the dead oak tree with no problem. Perseus dug between the two biggest roots and unearthed something like a manhole cover wrapped in a leather blanket. He unwrapped the oiled leather and was immediately blinded by the shininess of a round bronze shield.
Its surface was polished like a mirror. Even in the gloomy forest, it reflected enough light to cause a traffic accident. There was something else down there — something long and narrow, also swathed in oiled leather. He pulled it out and unwrapped a sweet-looking sword: He unsheathed it and grinned. The blade was perfectly weighted. The edge looked razor sharp. He swung it at a thick oak branch, just to be sure. The blade went through the branch, then through the trunk, cutting the whole tree in half like it was made of Play-Doh.
Perseus spun and nearly decapitated the goddess Athena. He recognized her right away. She wore a long white sleeveless dress. A tall war helmet crowned her long black hair. In her hands she held a spear and a rectangular shield, both glowing with magic, and her face was beautiful but a little scary, the way a warrior goddess should look.
Her storm-grey eyes — unlike all the other grey stuff on this island — were bright and full of fierce energy. I hope you are that hero. I get it! I use it like a mirror! You have learned some wisdom in my temple.
Even after Medusa is dead, her face will still have the power to petrify mortals. Unlike Medusa, the other two Gorgons are immortal. Just roll with it. The point is, if they wake up, get out of there. Athena raised her arms in blessing. Bring honour to me, and Hermes, and our father, Zeus.
Your name will live forever! No touchy the goddess. Now, get going! Good hunting, Perseus! In the distance, Perseus heard the Grey Sisters screaming something about murder, and he decided it was time to leave.
Just as the Grey Sisters had described, the cave sat halfway up a steep cliff overlooking the sea. The mouth of the cavern and the narrow trail leading up to it were decorated with life-size marble warriors.
Some had swords raised. Others cowered behind their shields. One dude was crouched with his pants around his ankles, which was a really a bad way to be frozen for all time. All the would-be heroes had one thing in common: As the sun rose over the cliffs, shadows moved across the statues, making them look alive.
Still … he was super tense. Each of them had been brave enough to come here. Each had been determined to kill Medusa. Now all of them were dead. Or were they dead? Maybe they stayed conscious after they were turned to stone, which would be even worse. Perseus imagined standing frozen forever, no matter how much your nose itched, waiting until you cracked and crumbled into pieces. This time will be different, Perseus told himself.
What if he was only the latest in a long line of godly experiments? Send in the next guy. He landed at the entrance of the cave. He crept inside, his shield raised, his sword unsheathed. The interior was dark and crowded with even more marble heroes. Perseus navigated around a spear-wielding guy in full armour, an archer with a cracked stone bow and a hairy, pot-bellied guy wearing only a loincloth who was completely unarmed.
The further Perseus went into the cave, the darker it got. Frozen heroes stared at him from contorted faces. Stone blades poked him in uncomfortable spots. At last he heard a chorus of soft hissing from the back of the room … the sound of hundreds of tiny snakes. His mouth tasted like battery acid.
He raised the polished surface of his shield and saw the reflection of a woman sleeping on a cot about fifty feet away. As she lay on her back with her arms folded over her face, she seemed almost human. She wore a simple white chiton, and her belly looked unusually swollen. Wait … Medusa was pregnant? Suddenly Perseus remembered how Medusa had been cursed in the first place.
Did that mean … oh, gods. Maybe that was part of the curse. Killing a monster was one thing. Killing a pregnant mother? That was completely different. Medusa turned in her sleep and faced him. Behind her, one of her gold wings unfolded against the cave wall.
Her arms dropped, revealing sharp brass talons on her fingers. Her hair writhed — a nest of slithering green vipers. How could anyone sleep with all those little tongues flicking across her And her face … Perseus almost glanced over to make sure he was seeing it correctly in the reflection.
Her lips curled in a permanent sneer. Her eyes bulged, making her look vaguely amphibian. But what really made her ugly was how her features were so misshapen and disproportionate. You know those optical-illusion pictures that make you dizzy and nauseous if you stare at them too long? Perseus kept his eyes on the reflection in the shield. His hand was so sweaty he could barely hold his sword. Despite the fact that he was invisible, the vipers must have sensed something was wrong.
As he got closer, they hissed and bared their tiny fangs. Maybe they were sleeping in another part of the cave. Maybe they were out shopping for snake-friendly hair products. She was still a pregnant whatever-she-was. Her ugliness just made him feel pity … not anger. But Perseus had made an oath.
Then Medusa made up his mind for him. She must have sensed his presence. Maybe her snake hairdo warned her.
Maybe she smelled the scent of demigod. Her bugged-out eyes snapped open. Her talons curled. She shrieked like an electrocuted jackal and lunged, ready to slash Perseus to ribbons. Blindly, Perseus swung his sword.
Medusa fell backwards, collapsing across her cot. Bump, bump, bump. Eww … It took all his nerve not to look, not to scream like a pre-schooler and run away. Little dying viper heads tugged at the laces of his sandals. Very carefully, he sheathed his sword. He slung his shield over his shoulder and opened the leather sack. He knelt, keeping his eyes fixed on the cave ceiling, and grabbed the head of Medusa by its dead, snaky hair.
He stuffed the head into the bag and made sure the drawstring was tightly tied. For the first time in several minutes, Perseus exhaled. He looked at the headless body of Medusa sprawled across the cot. On the floor, dark blood pooled, swirling and making strange patterns. Was blood supposed to do that? Perseus watched, transfixed, as a full-size stallion burst out of the liquid like it was charging The horse reared and whinnied, spreading eagle-like wings still flecked with blood.
Then the second shape burst out of the blood: Heck, I dunno. It toppled into another statue, which toppled into another, domino-style, and … well, you get the idea.
The cave filled with the sound of shattering stone heroes. From the left side of the cavern, a female voice hissed: What is wrong? He kick- started his winged sandals and blasted out of the cave at full speed. The two Gorgons screamed and launched after him. Their gold wings beat the air like crashing cymbals.
He willed his sandals to give him more speed. The little dove wings began to burn against his ankles. In a desperate move, he spiralled so the sunlight flashed off the shield on his back.
The Gorgons shrieked, momentarily blinded, and Perseus sped upward into the clouds. At that point, FAA regulations say, you really have to land and do a safety check. Perseus came to rest on a barren outcropping of rock in the middle of the sea.
In all directions, he saw only water, but he could make out the last glow of sunset on the horizon. If I fly that way, I should eventually get home. Dude must not have been paying attention while he was trying to get away from the Gorgons. Either that or he was using Apple Maps, because he was totally off course. It was a big swathe of mainland: Perseus had studied some geography at the temple of Athena. He could only think of one place that looked like this.
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Is this seriously Africa? It was the coast of Africa, which meant Perseus had flown way too far south. He figured he would find a town, He flew along the coast until sunrise, when he spotted the towers of a city in the distance. I like people!
Several thousand people had gathered along the docks of the harbour. They were staring at the water as if they were waiting for something. Towards the back of the crowd, a silk pavilion was set up, where it looked like the king and queen of the city were observing whatever was going on. At the entrance to the harbour, a single spire of jagged rock jutted up from the sea. On a tiny ledge about forty feet above the waves, chained to the rock, was a teenage girl. This is not normal behaviour, Perseus thought.
The girl was strangely calm. She stared at him with beautiful dark eyes. Her hair was as black as ebony, her skin like polished copper. She wore only a plain green dress that showed off her lovely arms and neck. Perseus hovered next to her in the air. Why are you chained to this rock? Long story. He also knew that the gods hated it when humans compared themselves to immortals. So this stupid local priest or whatever, he told my dad, King Cepheus, that the only way to make Poseidon happy was to chain me to this rock as a human sacrifice.
When that monster shows up, I plan on cussing at him so bad his little aquatic ears will bleed. What if I cut you free and save you? Besides, the monster would probably follow me wherever I lived. But the sea monster is, like … Well, actually, there he is now. The sea monster reared his dump-truck-sized head. His face was covered in greenish-blue scales.
Needle-sharp teeth lined his mouth. The monster hissed, spewing drool and flames.
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On the shore, the townspeople screamed and yelled. Also, he loved surprises. Perseus closed his eyes and pulled out the head of Medusa.
Perseus counted to three. As Perseus watched, it crumbled back into the ocean. How did you do that? Andromeda glanced at the bag hanging from his belt. They hugged and kissed. Then he grabbed her around the waist and they flew to the city. As you can imagine, a Greek warrior flying out of the sky after turning a monster to dust gets a lot of oohs and aahs. Andromeda explained what had happened and announced that she had decided to marry this handsome Greek prince.
King Cepheus looked at the son of Zeus with his buff muscles and his winged shoes, his blood- splattered armour and his extremely sharp-looking sword.
The queen gulped like she was trying to swallow a dry scone. And, you know, to apologize for being boneheads.
On that rock spire where you chained your daughter, I want you to build three shrines. The one on the left should be to Hermes. The one on the right will be for Athena. And the one in the middle will be for Zeus. Three should be good. The king and queen hastily arranged a party at the palace with lots of feasting and clogging and square-dancing or whatever else those crazy Aethiopians did when they busted loose. Because some people never learn.
Unfortunately, not everyone was happy about the marriage. Now that the danger was past, Phineas got angry that his future bride had been given away to some Greek with a flashy sword and a head in a sack.
During the feast, Phineas gathered fifty of his toughest friends. They drank too much wine, talked some trash and decided they could totally take down this newcomer Perseus. They charged into the dining hall, waving weapons and making noise. Let that be a lesson to you, kids.
Perseus rose from the table. Sounds like a cartoon character. Fifty Aethiopian warriors charged, and Perseus went to work. Did I mention that he was the best warrior in Seriphos? Well, it turned out he was the best warrior pretty much anywhere. He stabbed another guy in the chest. He sliced the arms and legs off several others and basically turned the feast into a bloodbath.
Phineas bravely stayed at the back of the crowd, chucking spears and missing.
Finally Perseus got annoyed with that. He caught one of the spears and threw it back. It would have impaled Phineas, but at the last second, Phineas ducked behind a statue of Athena. He killed more guys. Ultimately Perseus backed Phineas and his remaining friends into a corner.
That sea monster was probably just a clever illusion he conjured up to make himself look tough. Phineas and all his friends turned to stone.
Perseus put the head back in the sack and wiped his bloody sword on the nearest curtain. He looked at his new in-laws, the king and queen. She was too busy checking out her reflection in her goblet. At this point, the Ancient Greek and Roman writers added a bunch of side adventures for Perseus.
They claimed he visited Italy and a dozen different islands, but I think they just wanted to get in on the Perseus tourism boom. Hard-headed, yes, but not a statue. Eventually, Perseus and Andromeda found their way back to the island of Seriphos.
When they arrived, they got a shock even worse than a pack of Gorgons. The whole city was decked out with banners and flowers. He and Andromeda swooped over the castle walls. They flew through a window straight into the throne room, where a crowd was assembled for the wedding ceremony. As Perseus watched, the fisherman tried to pull off one of the guards, but the guard cuffed the old man in the face and knocked him to the floor.
He and Andromeda landed in the middle of the room. The crowd gasped and fell back. King Polydectes blanched. But, since they had an audience, the king put on his brave face. Why have you returned, boy? To make excuses for your failure? He raised the leather pouch. Now what exactly is going on? One of the guards covered her mouth. Some of the crowd — the same ones who had mocked Perseus when he left on his quest — laughed nervously.
Because that king over there needs killing. A crackling sound spread over the room. Then there was absolute silence. He opened his eyes. The entire crowd except for his friends had been turned to stone, which meant the price of marble statuary on Seriphos was going to crater. Polydectes sat on his throne, frozen mid-scream. The guards looked like oversized chess pieces.
The snotty nobles who had laughed at Perseus would never laugh at anyone again. She gave him a big hug. Then he pulled the old fisherman Dictys to his feet. Now that your brother is dead, I want you to be king of Seriphos.
But what about you, Perseus? Argos is where I was born. Can you blame her? He promised to text and Skype as much as possible, because he was a good son. Then he and Andromeda flew off to the Greek mainland. Maybe he had a prophecy or a bad dream.
By the time Perseus got there, Acrisius had fled the city. Nobody objected as Perseus and Andromeda became the king and queen of Argos. They had a wonderful marriage and loads and loads of children. He did, later on. And it was a total accident. Several years after Perseus became king, he was attending these athletic games in a neighbouring kingdom. A bunch of nobles were competing to show off their coolness and win sweet prizes.
Perseus signed up for the discus throw.
The old king Acrisius happened to be there. Perseus got ready for his turn. The idea is to chuck it as far as you can to prove how strong you are. Before Acrisius could get away, Perseus tossed his discus.
A freak gust of wind caught it and hurled it straight at Acrisius, killing him instantly. Perseus felt terrible, having killed an old man like that. But once Ancient Greek CSI identified the body as Acrisius and the death was ruled an accident, Perseus decided it was the will of the gods. He went back home to Argos and had more kids with Andromeda. They had such a big family that half of Greece claimed to be descended from Perseus.
One of his sons, Perses, supposedly started the line of Persian kings. One of his daughters was named Gorgophone. Like, seriously, why? Was she named after his emergency hotline? His most famous descendant was a guy named Hercules. Think about it. Psyche should have had a happy childhood. Her parents were the king and queen of a Greek city.
She had two older sisters, so the pressure was off about how well she did in school and who she would have to marry. Unfortunately, she was beautiful.
Her sisters were normal beautiful. Oh, WOW. Whenever she walked through town, she had to take four bodyguards with her to keep admirers away. That must be a terrible burden. Everyone at school started treating her cruelly.
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They pretended to be nice, but behind her back they said the meanest things and encouraged everyone else to be mean, too. Psyche was so beautiful — so intimidatingly awesome — no guy dared to ask her out.
They admired her. They threw flowers. They sighed and gazed at her face and drew pictures of her during study hall, but they loved her the way you would love your favourite song or a fantastic movie or the best pictures on DeviantArt. She was above reality — perfect because she was unattainable, unattainable because she was perfect. None did. Her sisters, who were just By the time she was seventeen, the townsfolk had constructed a life-size marble statue of her in the public square.
She was a goddess come down from Mount Olympus — a second Aphrodite, an even better Aphrodite. People from the surrounding kingdoms started to visit, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
Her hometown got rich off Psyche-centred tourism. They made T-shirts. They offered guided tours. They sold a full line of cosmetic products guaranteed to make you look like Psyche! Psyche tried to discourage this. She was pious and smart qualities no one ever seemed to notice since she was also beautiful. Soon throngs of people from all around the Mediterranean were making pilgrimages to see her rather than going to the temples of Aphrodite.
You can probably guess how that went over with Aphrodite. One day the goddess looked down from her personal beauty spa on Mount Olympus, expecting to see hordes of adoring fans at her main temple on her sacred island of Cythera.
Instead, the temple was deserted. The floor was caked with dust. The altar was empty. Even the priests were gone. A sign on the door read: Why is no one worshipping me?
Who is Psyche? A few minutes watching the mortal world, a couple of hashtag searches, and she knew all about the upstart Psyche. Eros, get in here! Maybe he was, or maybe Aphrodite just thought he was, and Eros was too afraid to correct her. Either way, the dude was the god of romantic love, kind of the male counterpart to Aphrodite.
Does that mean he was a chubby Valentine baby with teeny wings, a tiny bow and cute little arrows?
Not so much. Eros was devilishly handsome. All the ladies wanted his photo as their home screen. You want details? Like Aphrodite, he sort of appeared however you wanted him to appear. Eros shuffled nervously. She tended to destroy things with pretty pink explosions. Your job! Find this girl and teach her a lesson.
Make her fall for the most disgusting, horrible man in the world. Perhaps a smelly old beggar. Surprise me! Be a good son! Make her regret her beauty! The idea would not have computed in her immortal brain. Eros flapped his feathery white wings.
Oh, yeah. He had huge wings. Did I mention that? He spiralled down towards the mortal world, anxious to complete his mission. He was curious to find this girl and see what the fuss was about. He absolutely adored shipping people with unlikely partners.
That would be hilarious. Her sisters were married and gone. She had no friends. She was alone with just her parents and a bunch of bodyguards. She spent most of her time in bed with the shades drawn and the covers up over her head, weeping and heartbroken. Naturally, her parents were concerned.
The king came to visit her. What can I do? Or a new teddy bear? How about I go to Delphi and consult the Oracle? The god Apollo should be able to advise us! The king went anyway. He asked the Oracle how to get his daughter a good husband. The Oracle lady inhaled some volcanic vapour and spoke in a deep male voice — the voice of She is destined to marry a monster — a fierce, barbaric beast even the gods fear!
Dress her for her wedding as you would dress her for her funeral. Take her to the tallest spire of rock in your kingdom. There she shall meet her doom! She accepted her fate. Apparently the gods had granted her wish. Come closer, my dear muggles. Sorceress Medea Natalie will share with you her standard potion for a Greek mythology hero story.
Very simple recipe, but disastrous to get wrong. If you're up for brewing the diverse formula, you will require: -Scorched bones born of incest -A dash of tragedy juice.
The more bitter, the better -Live monsters. Two or more should suffice. Poisonous fangs and inhuman strength adds to the potency of your potion -Royalty cream -An impossible quest egg.
Crack it, so 4. Crack it, so the yolk is irreparably destroyed. Chop them up, so they blend well. It will elevate your potion to godly status. Upon mixing the above ingredients, let it rest under a full moon. If you've brewed it right, it should taste bitter and salty, yet wholly satisfying.
Note: view spoiler [Medea is awesome.And if you like lots of lying, stealing, backstabbing, and cannibalism, then read on, because it definitely was a Golden Age for all that. Gaea screamed and wailed, but Ouranos refused to release the Cyclopes. The eyeball popped out into her palm, and Perseus tried not to puke. Still … he was super tense. Audio 2 —. Besides, the monster would probably follow me wherever I lived.
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