Three thousand years I’ve walked this earth. I’ve travelled to every corner, and nowhere brought me the peace I had so dearly craved.
My name is Medea, ex-wife of Jason of the Argonauts, and grand-daughter of Helios. My aunt Circe, and our Lady Hekate taught me everything I know of magic. I am the Witch of Colchis. If you want my ancient story, look up Hesiod, Euripides or Apollonius of Rhodes.
I got my vengeance on Jason, and his descendants, right up until a week ago when I orchestrated the most beautiful death of his last living heir. The poor old man had been terrified his entire life, and had never married. He died a virgin. I felt bad for him, but my vengeance was too much. For this last Jason, they were all Jason to me after he abandoned me in Corinth, I had poisoned him. It was slow and painless. I had actually grown fond of this descendant, and in his youth, I had teased him endlessly. But now? Now, I was left empty, my vengeance was filled.
It was last night that I happened upon a cabin, rustic and full of charm, after a week of roaming aimlessly. As I entered it, I was greeted by warmth and the overwhelming scent of… wolf? Great, I’d found another werewolf cabin, but this place was gorgeous. I had spotted someone at a counter and sauntered over, before getting caught up in the pheromones he was admitting. Oh yes, this was a werewolves den alright, and not just any werewolf, the original, Lycaon.
“Ah, Lycaon, how nice to see you,” I chuckled as I sidled up behind him, all swagger and finesse.
Lycaon looked over at me slowly and smiled, sharp teeth protruding from the smile. “Likewise, Medea. How ever have you been?”
“I’ve been… busy, and yourself?” I answered easily.
“Same,” Lycaon tapped his sharp fingernails on the counter, I could tell that he was a bit tense. “Been… working on something for a while.”
I smiled and slid closer. “Oh, what have you been working on?”
“Oh you know, 4,000-year-old vengeance,” he responded with a slight smile back.
I leaned my head back and cackled. “Oh yes dear, I know all about that… I’ve been seeking my vengeance on Jason and his idiotic descendants for 3,000 years, but now? There’s none left.”
Lycaon sipped on his whiskey and scratched his beard. “Alas, I don’t know if I’ll ever get my vengeance.”
I looked over at the whiskey, longingly. “Got any more of that?” I asked, licking my lips a little.
Lycaon slid the bottle over to me. “What are your plans these days?” he asked softly.
I take a swig straight from the bottle. “No idea, the last descendant of Jason… passed the other day, I have… nothing.” I sighed dramatically. “You?”
“Hmmm, lately, I’ve been putting pups in their place.” He snickered wickedly, and I looked at him, a light burning in my eyes. “Little bastards think they are the Alpha wolves in their regions.”
I smirked and looked away from him. “Any of them yours?” I queried, a little curious. After Jason, and my two sons, I hadn’t borne any more children, I couldn’t take the heartache of them betraying me.
Lycaon quirked his eyebrow and my heart fluttered a little. “I suppose you could say they’re all mine.
There are thousands of descendants of mine. Then, there are the ones they have turned, it’s a cycle.”
I smile darkly. “And I could say that about the witches, only Circe came before me… I meant, have you had your own litter yet?”
Lycaon groaned and furrowed his eyebrows. “I did…once. I had 50 sons, the heirs to Arcadia! Of course, Zeus cursed us all, but they all passed millennia ago.” He pulled a flask out of his leather jacket and took a sip.
I nodded sadly, understanding in my soul. “I get it, I bore two beautiful sons by Jason, but…he took them when he left me in Corinth, and I lost them to him.”
My friend pursed his lips and nodded. “That’s the Curse of The Fallen,” he said.
I nodded. “I… regret my actions back then, mostly.”
“As I do I. Everything changed in a single day,” Lycaon replied, sadness filling both of our voices.
“Agreed, granted, I have not behaved… honourably in the last 3,000 years… perhaps I should change that,” I suggested, looking up with hooded eyes.
Lycaon barked slightly. “I had a period of redemption attempts, then I realized, what’s the point? It took me nearly a century to grow into…well…me. Now, I’m content with the monster I’ve made.”
I smiled. “So we should be…content with who we are?” I took another large swig from the bottle.
“Immortality has its perks,” Lycaon smiled slowly, showing his sharp teeth.
I licked my lips and smiled. “It has, at that.” I leaned away from the table and snapped my fingers. Music began playing in the background. “And has this immortal wolf ever danced?” I hold out my hand and crook a finger at him.
Lycaon smirks. “Oh, have I now?” He took my hand and spun me around.
I smiled and whirled gracefully. “I was asking, not telling.” My work clothes melted into a dark purple evening gown.
Lycaon smiled and winked. “I know.” He picked me up without effort, spinning us both around.
I giggled, a little more girly than I’d like to admit. “So, we let loose, be ourselves, and let the world hang itself?” I pondered quietly to him.
“Perhaps, though there are flaws in this world that only the likes of us can take care of,” Lycaon counters as our dance continues.
“Hmmm,” I think for a moment as the dance slows, “I’d be… game to try.”
“Perhaps an alliance,” Lycaon suggested as he dipped me low.
I swung back up into his arms. “That would be… beneficial…” I responded slowly.
Lycaon pulls me up, and in close, “Quite beneficial.”
My body pressed against his, I breathed heavily. “I like the way we… work together.”
He leaned in close, face to face. “Then it is settled.”
I nodded. “If this were ancient times you know what we would have to do to seal the bond?” I whispered breathlessly.
“Why don’t you tell me what the ritual is where you are from?” Lycaon smiled wickedly.
I returned the smile crookedly. “No ritual, just this.” I pulled him into a kiss, deep and passionate. Lycaon wrapped his hands around my back, and I can feel myself beginning to melt. I broke away from the kiss after a moment. The feeling lingered on my lips. “There, that is how we signed deals in Colchis.”
“Well that is much less painful than an Arcadian Pact,” Lycaon chuckled.
“How did that go?” I wondered softly.
Lycaon looked at his palm and sighed. “Let’s just say we sealed it in blood.
I looked down and kissed his hand carefully. “Ah, yes, I’m ok with not signing pacts that way.”
“Never again for me either,” Lycaon agreed.
I looked up at him. “Why don’t we do that, my way… if you and I need to make a pact?”
My friend smiled. “That sounds much better.”
I kissed him again, I could see this becoming a habit if I didn’t control my instincts. “But for now, my fair Lycaon, I need to head out. I’ll be back… when you least expect me.” I winked playfully and vanished in a puff of purple smoke.
I hear his response before he jumps out the window. “Yes, there is work to be done in the light of the moon.”
As I returned to the massive cabin I’d begun using as a getaway, I smiled, content for the first time in years, and not because of the events from last week. Maybe my life was turning around, but I knew that there would be trials ahead. For me, that was my curse, my Curse of the Fallen…