“There was a time, when I was… good.”
The following morning dawned on me bright and early. I roll over on the bed, completely forgetting my surroundings and jumped up, magic flaring on my hands, and then as I look around, I remembered: “Oh ya, I’m at the cabin, Lycaon’s cabin.” I looked down at my naked form. “Wouldn’t that be a sight? I haven’t fought naked since I left Greece… Oh well.” I form my regular clothing over my body, green velvet shirt with a flowing brown skirt and brown leather boots. “Much better, now, to fix this room.”
I remembered seeing a movie, back in the ’30s about a witch, just trying to get her sister’s shoes back, the last piece of her sister’s existence, and it touched me. Years later I happened across a book, inspired by that movie, which retold the witch’s story. If made her a more likable character. And while I disliked seeing the witch go from a ruthless bitch to a quiet mouse, I loved the back story the author gave her, and I realized: people didn’t know my backstory. Sure, they knew of my vengeance, of my wrath, I and other women like me are the reason for the saying “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. Because that was all men did to us, they used us and abandoned us.
Perhaps I could reminisce a little as I redecorated, tell you a story of my youth and my sister Chalkiope, and how we used to play in the garden of the sleepless Drakon that guarded the Golden Fleece.
Chalkiope and I had always played near the gates that separated Colchis from the garden of the Drakon, Chal because she liked playing with her older sister and me, well… I could sense the magic of the Golden Fleece even out here. It was intoxicating. I already had a penchant for mixing herbs and tonics, and when I found one that put my perfect sister to sleep, I upped the dosage. I wanted to try it out on the Colchian Drakon. That beast never slept, and I needed to see the Golden Fleece. “Medea, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Chalkiope whimpered as we opened the gate.
I looked at my younger sister and smiled. “Then go back, this is something I need to do. I need to prove myself to Circe somehow.” Chalkiope understood how much learning magic from our aunt was to me, and she nodded.
“Ok, so what do we do then?” She asked, her voice still nervous, but I could hear the confidence in it, and that touched me.
I pulled out a large stone and smiled darkly, it was the first time I’d smiled like that, and I was surprised I stayed as ‘good’ as I was, as long as I did. “We’re going to lure him to us using this. The Drakon, while protective, it curious. He doesn’t roast immediately. We’ll throw the boulder somewhere, and then I’ll run in front and throw the sachet in his face. I want you to stay as far away as you can Chal, please.” She nodded and sighed. “If it works, I’ll wave you over, if not well… I love you, and tell mater and pater that I loved them too.”
Chalkiope gripped my hand and smiled weakly, and I ran in, hurling the stone as far away from me as I could. The Drakon went for the stone and I made a dash for his muzzle, I needed to get as close as possible for this to work. When the beast was focusing on the stone, I approached as close as I dared and then hurled the sachet, yelling at him as I did. “Open up you great beast!” The Drakon roared and swallowed the sachet whole.
The poultice didn’t seem to be working so I turned and hauled ass back to the gate, hoping to escape his fiery wrath. But it never came. I looked back and saw a dazed look on the Drakon’s face, and then he went slack, falling off the tree and beginning to snore. I looked at Chalkiope and waved her on, and we went over to the Colchian Drakon, the beast that never slept, and I placed a gentle hand on his muzzle. “Sleep well my friend, you have earned it.” I didn’t know how long the poultice would last so my sister and I made our way to the tree, where the Golden Fleece rested and I touched it gently.
“Medea, what are you doing?” Chalkiope whispered angrily. I just shut my eyes and felt its power flow through me. So much was shown to me then, and I realized, my destiny would be far greater than being married off to some random prince and ruling Colchis under him. But first, I would need to prove to Circe that I deserved to learn from her and Hekate, and when Chalkiope was glancing back at the Drakon, I stole a strand of the fleece and tucked it into my chiton. “Can we go now?” Chal hissed at me and I smiled.
“Yes, we can go. We’ll retreat to the gates, I want to know just how long this will last.” My last sentence was whispered as we jogged back to the gates and closed them. “And remember, we can’t tell anyone else about this, got it?” Chalkiope nodded quickly and ran off, back to the palace. I had a feeling she would never return with me here. But as for me, I waited to see how long the sleep last so that I could adjust the poultice. I would stand guard over the Drakon when he was unable to. This small act, this unknown gesture, sparked a bond between myself and the Colchian Drakon, that last the rest of his life.
Hours later I looked around the room, pleased with my accomplishments. “It looks perfect,” I muttered softly. I strolled around the room, revelling in the feeling of home it was bringing: the deep shades of green, contrasting purples, and flecks of gold in my ceiling. It set my heart at ease, and I sat down on the divan, relaxing.
“And now, I think it’s drink time!” I held my hand out and a glass of Chardonnay appeared in it. “Perfection.” I held the glass carefully and made my way down to the main floor, the bottle appearing in my other hand, and I found a spot on the couch, near the fireplace and relaxed, waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.