Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for language and violence.
Airiel sits in her Mythical culture class listening barely to the Professor talk lamely about Mythical history. If she didn’t need this class to graduate on time, she would totally dip out and go with her friends to that new café down the street.
“To the Gods…” The Professor switches topics without warning.
Airiel perks up and listens intently, she loved hearing about Gods and Goddesses and their family line. The Professor points to Airiel as his face goes dark, “Descendant of Aphrodite! Descendant of Aphrodite! Descendant of Aphrodite!” Airiel’s face grows with shock and fear as she shakes her head trying to denial that she is not. The Professor and the other students point and chant, “Descendant of Aphrodite! Descendant of Aphrodite! Descendant of Aphrodite!”
At that moment, a teenaged girl hides behind Airiel as the Professor and the other students inch closer, their faces darker, fingers pointed, and still chanting. “You…you have to stop them.” The girl stutters, “Only you know how.” All of a sudden, her face turns darker and she too begins pointing and chanting.
Backed into a corner, Airiel begins to fear them even more as their faces morph into Medusa (Gorgon). Airiel shields her eyes with her forearm but something was extremely strange. She wanted to look, knowing the history of Medusa, no one is to look her directly in the eyes for fear of being turned into her own personal decorative statue. Airiel sinks down in the corner with her knees drawn to her chest, she begins to rock back and forth. Closing her eyes, a warm light begins to fill her body and she begins to speak, “Please, stop. I am not who you think I am!”
“Descendant of Aphrodite! You must die. Die, die, die…!” The snakes would hiss in fury and dart at her, if for no better reason than to scare her.
Finally, the terror of what was going on around her would seep through her skin. In her fear, she would retreat to the deep recesses of her mind. Words begin to spill from her mouth, though she could not make them out, they seem familiar yet so very alien. Without warning, a bright golden light would shoot out of the brilliant red diamond around Airiel’s neck, the beam splitting and piercing into each of the Gorgon’s eyes. The gorgons would howl in agony and fear as the light would quickly cauterize their eyes, rendering them useless jelly, they tried to flee from the terrifying beam, unfortunately for them there was no escape. After a few moments Airiel would open her eyes, greeted instantly with the horrifying sight of the once frightening Gorgon screaming in pain and fear. Though one of the Gorgon did not scream or flee, she simply stared at the female, her eyes never leaving her. Then in an instant she jumped at Airiel, razor claws drawn for the attack.