“I said I would go to him… I never said I would go alone”
Gabriel and I phased into our new home, after spending the previous few days in Hell hiding and recuperating from Sammael’s revelation. I rubbed my arm where he had slit his own open and sighed. “This link sucks,” I muttered.
We walked out to the balcony and looked at the clear skies. Gabriel unfurled his wings; I let out my drakon ones, the blue-black scales sparkling with some of the baby Golden Fleece shards. We took off into the morning sky. I still wasn’t used to flying as a human; I preferred the drakon form. Gabriel looked over, took my hand, and I felt steadier for it. We had discussed where we would be meeting Jason. When I said Colchis, the archangel had laughed at me.
“See, time is relative. Full circle, back to the beginning.” His voice purred across my skin and I shivered. I had to suppress the urge to pull his angelic body to me and take him there in the sky, but I resisted. “How long will the flight take?” He asked, squeezing my hand as he sensed my nervousness.
“We’ll have to stop at least once. I’m sure you could fly forever dear but, in this form, I’ve got about 10 hours of flight time. That should put us on the East Coast of the US, as far east as we can get. Then we can tackle the Atlantic in the morning, and at the very least, make it to Spain. If we need to take the second night, so be it. I’d rather not arrive at Colchis directly after having fought the Atlantic winds.” I replied quickly. My nerves were taking over; in a flash, Gabriel had me in his arms, he just held me.
“We don’t have to do this Medea, the battle was won, we survived. Let’s find some other time to honour your deal.” He suggested as we hovered high above our house. I knew he was serious too. To keep me safe, he’d walk through hell with me.
I looked at him, my amber eyes meeting his deep brown ones. “Would you have me break my word? Would you make me a liar?” His eyes shone in the light, they always entranced me. He shook his head. “Gods only know what the outcome would be if I broke my word when he kept his.”
“Fair point, my sorceress, and I’m not willing to find out. So, let’s keep going.” Gabriel said, teasing me as if I was the one who stopped flying. I laughed and flew ahead of him, my powerful wings carrying me forward.
“‘Cross country now, we’re going to have to be either very high and careful or find another way,” Gabriel had warned as we began the journey.
“I’m always careful, angel… I made it across the Atlantic as a 20ft drakon, all while carrying a heavy marble bier,” my voice caught slightly, as it still did when I spoke of Lycaon, and Gabriel just held me close before I continued speaking, “all the way to Stonehenge. I think I can manage some intercontinental flying in human form.”
He just chuckled and followed, his steel coloured wings catching up to me easily. There was something freeing about being this high up, almost like being under the water. The thought of swimming, serpentine through the depths of the Atlantic made me smile, but I didn’t know if Gabriel would be able to join me down there.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. We dodged some planes, teased some hikers along the Rockies, and found our way to Cape Cod- one of the most eastern points on the continent that didn’t take us too far out of the way. When we landed we found a beautiful little bed and breakfast to stay at for the night then made our way out for dinner.
The night passed, as it would between lovers and soulmates. The next morning I found myself staring into a maelstrom over the Atlantic. “Are you kidding me?!” I exclaimed loudly as we stood on the pier.
“You thought this would be easy, my sorceress?” Gabriel teased as his hand wrapped around my waist. I glared at him, yet through our bond, or maybe because he knew me so well, he just laughed, knowing I wasn’t really upset. The problem was, I knew I wasn’t strong enough outside of full drakon form to tackle the storm, I just didn’t know about Gabriel. When our eyes met, he saw the question. “Don’t worry love, if it comes down to it, we can spend another night here and hope it blows over by tomorrow.”
I shook my head, the thought touching, but I had this impending sense if we didn’t reach Colchis by the end of day two days hence, Jason would be gone, and my word would be broken. “We’ve wasted enough time Gabriel, I’ll shift in the air,” I said as I took off, battling the strong winds until I was far enough out of sight to change to drakon form. I let his mind take over, his instincts were better than mine. Medea, you fool, you should have listened. He warned me, even though he stayed the course. “I know, but you heard what I said, we need to get to Colchis. Now.” We could swim? We’d be there faster… he offered. I sighed and looked to Gabriel, through the drakon’s eyes. He didn’t seem to be struggling, the air seemed to move through him. I’m sure it was an angel gift, the only people I had known to have that control over the air were the children of Aeolus, both mortal and immortal. We broke into the calm eye and I hovered for a moment, letting my wings rest.
“How far do you think we are?” Gabriel asked me softly.
I looked straight down, peering through the waves and the drakon scoffed, across the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, almost two-thirds of the way to Spain. I was shocked. “The storm is that large?”
Gabriel and I looked at each other and we nodded, our wings pushing us through the opposite wall and back into the storm. Lightning flashed, and I wondered if Zeus was angry at my return. I hadn’t been back to Colchis in 3,000 years. The second half of the journey was rough; when we reached land, I didn’t pay attention to where we were, we ran to the nearest town and found a room to stay in for the night. We fell into bed too tired to do anything but strip out of our soaking wet clothing and form dry ones on us.
The next morning we rolled out of bed, still exhausted from the storm, but when I looked outside, the sun was shining down and it was a gorgeous day. When Gabriel and I exited the little hotel, a familiar sight caught my eyes. “The Straits of Gibraltar,” I mumbled as Gabriel linked his fingers in mine. “Have you seen them? The Pillars of Herakles?”
“I’ve been all over, my sorceress, yes I’ve seen them. But, I sense you wish to go back?” I nodded, a memory pulling me there. We took off. It was easier to fly than to walk; soon enough we landed in front of the pillars and I was immediately greeted with a fire message:
I’m glad you’ve made it this far, Medea. I knew you couldn’t help but stop here, where Mermerus was conceived. Do you remember that night, how beautiful you were, how my arms felt around you? You gave me everything, and then you took it all away. I await you where we first met, wife, do not keep me waiting any longer.
Gabriel pulled me into his arms as I shook with rage, the fire message dissipating into the air. “I am going to kill him… and then I’m going to resurrect him and kill him again.” I growled, the drakon shaking within me. We’ll get him, child, we will. He growled out.
Gabriel nodded, agreeing with the drakon. “We will, Medea. Jason will pay for everything he has put you through, and we can finally move on with our life together.” The stress he put on our matched my hand placed on my abdomen, and the life we were creating together. I turned away from this place, which held so much sentimentality for me, and took off into the clear Mediterranean sky. Gabriel and I held course over the Sea, nearing Turkey in the early afternoon. We’d made far better time than I’d anticipated; we soared over the African side of the country then over the Black Sea. I could feel Colchis calling me home, the drakon could too.
As the National Park, which held the ruins of my home, came into sight I fell out of the sky. The wave of emotion that caught me was surprising. Before I hit the water, Gabriel had me in his arms. We landed; I was home, in my birthplace, Colchis.
Gabriel had set me down, where the atrium used to be, and I sat for a moment while I cached my wings within. The drakon roared and separated himself from me, before shooting a wall of flame towards the back entry.
I found out why a moment later. “Jason,” I growled out, my voice dangerously dark. Seeing him, in the flesh, knowing that it was Jason, our whole life together flashed through my mind; I had to resist the urge to light him up. I had questions, and they would be answered.
“Medea, my love. I expected you to come alone, not bring your newest toy with you. And drakon, it’s nice to see you again.” Jason barely gave Gabriel the time, but he reached out a hand to stroke the drakon, who promptly snapped at my ex-husband’s fingers. Clawing his hand back, Jason stopped. “You’ve come to kill me, Medea. Get on with it.”
Cables shot forth from my hands and pinned Jason to the wall behind him. “I will kill you Jason, and slowly… Kane is dead; I pulled his beating heart out with my bare hand. Shall I do the same to you? No. First I have questions. Then… we play.”