“How can I hope to fight him… when I couldn’t hold my own against Merlin?”
I stood up and stretched, having taken drakonic form twice in the last few days, my wings were itching to get out. “Yes, yes, we’re going…” I kissed Morgan’s forehead and smiled. “I’m going for a quick flight, I shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
Morgan looked at me and smiled. “Yes, Mama.”
I smiled and headed out the door, my body growing serpentine as I leave and take off into the night. A single scale of gold flittered down to Morgan’s lap. The cool nighttime air felt heavenly on my scales and I could feel the drakon sigh contentedly. We never do this anymore Medea… We used to fly everywhere, every night… He chided me and I chuckled in our shared head.
“I know my old friend, I know. But hopefully, we’ll be able to… ah!” Something snared my wings, almost like Merlin had the other night, but I couldn’t shift back. I was trapped as a drakon. I began spewing flames in every direction praying to the gods that I hit something, but I just continued to fall. The trees splintered beneath my weight and I howled into the night, hoping beyond hope that someone was listening. The ground came speeding towards me and I crashed hard into a clearing. One of the chains had dislodged and I slowly began shifting back to human form, but unlike Merlin’s chains which slid off me, these ones contracted and shifted along with me. I could feel them blocking most of my magic, and knew that it would be a battle to see who was stronger.
“Good… I’m glad you made it back to human shape witch.” A voice grated out in the darkness. I wasn’t familiar with it, but it seemed familiar with me.
“I prefer the term sorceress, it implies a little more of the practical magic side of things than just the nature worship.” I retorted. I scanned the area, listening as I had taught Minotauros to do only the other day. I found a blank area, someone with an odd aura, not another one. Opening my eyes, they flashed purple, and I hurled a ball of purple fire at him, hoping to pinpoint his location more than anything. I heard a rustle in the trees as he appeared behind me, kicking me in the back. “Solomon Kane, I presume.” I gasped out as the kick connected, and sent me flying.
“Right in one…” I growled and righted myself, purple fire licking up my body. “Is that supposed to scare me?” He teased. I knew he was taunting me, still, it was working. The fire hardened and formed daggers, and I shot them at Kane but he just moved out of the way, as if I wasn’t moving at all. “Medea, I expected better from the Murderess of Colchis…”
My heart broke and I screamed into the night, if I had waited I could have used the purge, but no, Merlin and Lycaon had to take that out of me during the spar. “I… murdered no one in Colchis.” It was a technicality, true, but I was a murderess and for a lot of years I owned it, although never the murder of my children. I saw them suddenly, in front of me. “Mermerus? Pheres? My beautiful boys!” My magic left me and I ran to them, embracing smoke. I collapsed to the ground, 3,000 years and I was still raw. “Boys!” I howled into the night. I knew Kane was still out there, I didn’t care right now. I needed to die. I needed to right this wrong.
“Do you really want to die, Medea?” He asked, his voice a whisper in my ear.
I nodded slowly. “I have nothing left to live for here. And if by my death, the spirits of boys will be avenged, then so be it.”
I could almost hear Morgan yelling at me to fight, but I had none left. “That’s right Medea, why did Lycaon bring you in, truly? I don’t think I can kill you without knowing.”
A sword bit into my shoulders above where my wings would extrude and my drakon howled out in pain. “I don’t know! I swear I don’t know!”
“Tsk, tsk Medea… You’ve known him longer than anyone else… I think. Perhaps even before he met the angels and Lilith,” my eyes widened. How did he know all of this? “I’ve been keeping my eyes on all of you, and every single person,” his voice grated as if that hurt to say, “if you could call them that, has a skill, a talent that makes them unique. But you, you are nothing.”
“I know that! By the gods don’t you think I don’t know that!” I screamed out as Kane dug the blade in deeper, the chains were tightening up. I knew now that he had allowed me to regain my normal shape, simply to torture me. “You don’t plan on killing me, do you?” I asked, turning to look back at him.
“Of course I do, and you are the easiest one by far to kill.” His face regained composure and his smile creeped me out. “I will be killing you, Medea, even though I have been asked not to.” And suddenly I knew.
I spun around so that I was facing him, and the sword bit into my chest above my right breast. “You know Edward Kelly,” I stated the fact and watched as Kane put two and two together.
“I work with Edward Kelly, there is a difference.” He sliced across my body, and I screamed in pain.
“But he wasn’t the one that gifted you. That was someone else. Someone you met,” I forced myself to stand, the chains digging into my body, cutting through my clothing, “after Lycaon killed you.”
Kane slashed up my torso in anger. “You know too much, sorceress!” He shouted in frustration. This is when I knew, I knew what my role was.
I stepped towards him, unafraid. “You wanted to know what my role is in this game?” Solomon Kane’s eyes widened in fear. “This is my role. I hold the group together, while Lycaon finds a way to end you, and he will. I promise you that he will destroy you, body and soul, and whoever you made a deal with will suffer for it.” Kane’s sword bit into my flesh again, but I pressed forward. The chains grew hot around me and I felt the last of my clothing burn to shreds, their magic finally winning over mine. “My role is to bring hope to our family, such as it is, to be the light when they need it, to keep ourselves from tearing at each other’s throats as much as possible. My role is the same as the one I denied centuries ago and tried to fix with Morgana.” I felt the power of the waning moon shine down on me. “I am no longer just the Mother, my role Solomon Kane, is that of the Crone. Ancient wisdom at my disposal!” My hands moved to the chains and I broke them apart, silver mixing in with the purple fire licking back up my body.
Kane stepped backwards suddenly and howled angrily into the night. “You love him, don’t you?”
I could hear the disgust in his voice and I smiled cruelly. “I have loved Lycaon since the moment I met him, but he was never my fate. Edward, will never be my fate either. I will protect this family that Lycaon has built, I will protect him.” I answered, my voice calm and serene, and true.
“You will not make it back to the cabin alive, Medea.” He cursed and thrust the sword into my heart. I stopped, time stopped, and I saw what was behind him. I saw who stood beside him. Two separate, distinct entities, one I would have to deal with sooner rather than later, but the one whose life force was directly tied to his, I saw him. And before I closed my eyes, the demon saw me.
“You idiot!” A voice called out, barely conscious, I knew it was Edward. “I told you, Medea is not to die. Or I will send you back to Hell myself. Imbecile!” Before I knew it, Edward had me in his arms and was carrying my broken, dying body back to the cabin. Edward called out through the open door for anyone who was around before the wards reacted to him. “Medea is dying… She needs your aid.” He placed me on the ground gently, kissed my forehead, and left me dying in front of the cabin, my home.