Argonautika II, part 2: Family Can Be Your Worst Enemy

“My life has been unexpected, every turn, but this… will change everything…”

I stalked towards Jason slowly, wondering why he hadn’t tried fighting me or breaking free of my bonds. I knew he had power in this life, but he wasn’t using it. I could feel Gabriel behind me, bristling, wanting to protect me, preferring just to plunge his blade into Jason’s chest, but he didn’t. As I reached Jason, the Argonaut, Edward Kelly, my first love… my thoughts travelled back to a conversation I’d had with my aunt Circe before I “borrowed” the Golden Fleece and left with Jason. 


“He’ll betray you, in the end, Medea, they always will. No man is worth your heart, your life. And don’t ever submit yourself to one, you’ll never be free then.” She said, her natural golden hair a gift from her father Helios. “Best find yourself an island and turn unwary men into pigs, or dogs, or something. Just stay free and unattached.” 

I hugged my aunt, she’d been burned before, and had learned the hard way. But I remembered the vision I’d had when I touched the Golden Fleece for the first time when our powers merged and mine exploded. I saw my life with Jason, two beautiful boys, and love. I felt love radiate through the vision. I knew what lay in store for me, and I chose not to heed Circe’s warnings. 

“On your own head be it then Medea, but don’t come crying to me when he does exactly what I’ve said.” She muttered before walking off.


That conversation was the first indication that my aunt’s dark streak might affect my life, looking back on it now and I allowed the white fire of Helios to lick up my arms, accentuating the burn marks that the Chains of Kratos had left behind after my first tangle with Solomon Kane. When he nearly killed me, when Jason saved my life. Even the shard on my chest lit up a bright white. I watched as Jason’s eyes widened in fear and I reached out, taking his throat in my hand, keeping the flames back, but not the heat. “Who ensured your safe return, Jason?”

He laughed, frightened, but he laughed. “That’s not the question you really want to ask, is it?” Even this close to death again, and he was still full of bravado.

“You’re right,” I growled, “that’s not the question I wanted to ask.” My other fist slammed into Jason’s gut, shattering the wall behind him, but the cords stayed intact.

“Medea!” Gabriel called out to me, but I wasn’t listening. I flew forward, the drakon beside me, his rage as strong as my own. I lifted Jason into the air and threw him down to the ground, his back cracking on the stone floor. 

“You left me! You abandoned ME!” I hollered at him, as I rained abuse down on his body, the lack of aura still disconcerting me, but then I remembered what he asked me to do when we were living together in England. “You begged me to kill every child in the village, threatened me with exposure if I didn’t… What kind of monster did you return as Jason?”

“I’m the monster?” He made to kneel, and his voice, so full of raw emotion, stopped me in my tracks. “You murdered our sons, you did Medea. What mother in their right mind would do such a thing? I thought you loved them, I thought you loved me?!” Jason screamed back at me. 

“Of course I loved you, you gods-damned idiot! I left everything behind in Colchis to sail off into an unknown future, just so I could be with you. And YOU ABANDONED ME! WHY?” I grabbed his neck again, the white fire threatening to continue onto Jason’s flesh.

“Because I told him to,” a new voice sounded, one that washed over me like honey, one I had nearly forgotten.

“Aunt Circe?” I sputtered, dropping Jason unceremoniously to the ground. I completely forgot everything and ran into her arms. She held me tightly and stroked my hair as she used to when I was a child.

“I’m here child, I’m here. Drakon, it’s good to see you again, I see the new shards are doing well.” The drakon growled an acknowledgement but didn’t speak.

I looked up at my aunt, golden hair and eyes, my purple ones shining at her. “What do you mean, you told him to?” I asked, terrified of the answer. 

As Circe led me away from Jason, I was vaguely aware of Gabriel pinning Jason to the ground even further, keeping him from moving. “Do you remember what I told you, the morning you left Colchis with Jason?” I nodded having thought over the conversation only minutes ago. “Like you, I saw him in your future, that vision you shared with Lady Hekate and me,” I looked back at Gabriel before Circe turned my head back towards her, “I saw more in it at the time than you did. I saw your love for Jason, and how it would change the ancient world.” I shuddered, the reason being my murdering my children, it set the precedence for all other judgements of the kind, even though most thought the Kindly Ones had caught up with me. “I saw the wolf king,” I coughed at Lycaon’s mention, “and thought you were perfect for each other. The King who tried to outsmart Zeus and ended up cursed, and the bitch who thought herself better than everyone else, stole a priceless family artifact and ran off for love. You two deserved each other.”

The venom in Circe’s voice stunned me, yet her face and actions were still affectionate. “Is that why you hate me so much? Because I ran off with the Golden Fleece? Or because I had found love, where you couldn’t?” Her hand fisted in my hair and yanked my head back.

“I don’t hate you Medea, I envy you,” her eyes lit with green fire, dark unlike Merlin’s had been, and I stared at her shocked. “You did what I could not. You got the drakon’s attention, bonded with him. You touched the Golden Fleece and absorbed its power. You’re lucky your sons were born to a mortal father, anything other and their power will be extraordinary.” My mind raced to what Gabriel and I had discovered during our time with Raphael and our unborn child. “I saw that too Medea, your children, born of the Archangel, I shudder at their power. And yet, you would never have made it this far had I not cursed you when I did, so really, you should be thanking me.”

I ripped myself from her grasp, the white fire taking over most of my body in rage. “You cursed me, when? TO DO WHAT?!” I shouted and shot a stream of fire at her. 

“Medea!” Gabriel cried out again, his voice so far away from me, our bond feeling weaker than ever before. 

“You did it!” I screamed as I shot bolt after bolt of hardened white fire at Circe. “You were the one who cursed me to kill my sons!!” I felt her fall beneath the fire, and she looked at me.

“Yes, I did, and look how strong it made you.” Her hands met mine, and the fire cooled. “You are finally able to bear my father’s fire. The last step for you, before your final ascension.” I stared at her like she was crazy, and maybe she was, alone on that island with only pigs for company.

“My last what? What the hell are you talking about?” I screamed and Circe just stood, unaffected by the fire, her own strength radiating against mine. 

She chuckled and pulled me into a tight hug. “You’ll see, child, when you and your angel create the life you so hope for, you’ll see.” And with that she vanished, leaving me alone, and full of worry again, for the life I was trying to build. 

“Circe, you get your man-hating, pig-changing ass back here!” I shouted into the sky, but no answer came. 

“Medea…” I heard Gabriel’s voice sound behind me, weak and far away. I turned to look back at Gabriel and Jason, and what I saw shocked me to my core. Jason had Gabriel pinned to the wall, the archblade hovering right over Gabriel’s heart.

Published by Natalie Bartley

I am a fantasy/sci-fi/smut writer, my first book "Love and Pain in Zion" is available on Amazon. I am also scribing for Medea, the Sorceress of Colchis on the blog Legends of the Veil (, and Amphitrite on In the Pantheon ( My husband and I are planning on opening up a New Age/Metaphysical store, where I am running the storefront and he is running the services in the back. Since he is already a licensed interfaith minister and can perform weddings in Ontario, and a Reiki master, we can start offering services soon. I am enrolled in Witch School International as a seminary school of the Correllian Nativist Tradition. I have mostly completed my First Degree clergy status, and am almost finished my Second Degree. Brian and I run a local temple (Temple of the Night) which is a part of the Correllian Nativist Tradition. We are currently the only temple with full temple status in Canada.

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