Argonautika II, part 3: My First Life Comes to a Close

“The rage did not abate, did not change… and while Jason remained ignorant, there would be no healing him.

“NO!” The stream of white fire that left my mouth shocked me, it was as if the drakon was still within me, but I didn’t know where he had gone. As I ran towards them, Jason dropped the archangel blade and jumped back. “Gabriel…” I looked at my angel as I got closer. I could see cuts through his clothing, but I couldn’t see any blood pooling, so I sighed a breath of relief and picked up his blade. “You dropped this.” 

Gabriel pulled me into a kiss, and I melted into him, as he took his archblade back. “Thank you, my sorceress.” He said softly before I turned back to Jason. 

“How did you get the drop on Gabriel?” I asked, stalking forward. Gabriel stood beside me, the rage within him building. 

Jason just laughed at us. “He was so fixated on you, not on me… Fatal flaws Medea, did you learn nothing from Odysseus when he sailed with us?” I shuddered violently, the memory invading my mind. I stepped forward, the ground around me erupting in the white fire. Jason skipped back and taunted me. 

“He has no soul, Medea,” Gabriel warned, his voice dark. I looked over at him stunned.

“Are you sure?” I asked. Gabriel nodded, it looked like he was going to say something more, but he stopped. I turned back to Jason. “That’s how you came back with your gifts,” I growled out the word, “you traded your soul to Circe.” Jason’s face went wide in a grin, and I glowered at him. I knew what I needed to do. I knew I had the power to do it, but I had loathed granting him the gift of it. “Why did you abandon me, Jason?” I asked again.

He looked at me, at the fire between us, and sat down on the crumbling wall. “Because I was no longer entranced by you, Medea.” My mouth fell open and I stared hard at him. Jason looked at Gabriel and sighed. “You, too, will grow tired of her, her games, her unpredictability. She was a wild card at Corinth, I never knew what was going to happen.”

I fell backward before Gabriel caught me and sat me down. “I… was entirely devoted to the running of your household and the raising of our sons. I was in your bed every night, pleasing us both the way I knew we liked it. I was pregnant Jason, with our third child, when you left me for that other woman. Did you know that, Jason?“ His eyes widened in surprise and I saw the knowledge dawn on him. 

“You’re lying to me,” he whimpered. I shook my head, not saying anything. “No… you’ve been many things, Medea, but you’ve never lied to me. Pregnant,” he muttered softly. “Girl or boy?” His voice had lowered to a whisper and I had to fight the urge to rush to him and comfort him.

I knelt on the ground where I was. Gabriel placed his hands on my shoulders and I felt our bond snap back into place, the invisible collar around my neck shining for a brief moment.

I looked at Jason and sighed. “A daughter, we were going to have a baby girl…” I paused and looked at him, horror flashing across his face. “But the grief, before the rage, what’s the term they use nowadays, ah yes, I miscarried. My grief over what you had done to me, killed our child… and then Circe, or weren’t you listening?” 

Jason looked between Gabriel and me, and I knew that was when Jason managed to overpower my angel. “Circe was the one who inspired my rage. She knew what I was going to do, she helped create the idea for it. But I was the one who eventually chose their demise. Even in the rage, the blinding rage, I wanted their passing to be easy. So I drugged them, before bed. Just a few drops of hemlock in their nightly drink and they drifted off to sleep, never to wake. I live with that guilt Jason, and now, so will you.”

I stood up, the white fire erupting into a circle around Jason, King of Corinth, and Gabriel looked at me. “He has no soul, he can’t feel guilt.”

“Not yet he doesn’t,” I replied as I held out my hands and walked towards him unafraid. I pulled Jason into my arms, the white fire of Helios burning through his body as he screamed.

Jason screamed my name to the stars above us and still, I held him. I called on my grandfather, on every god and goddess I knew of to help me return Jason’s soul to him, intact, that he may feel the harm he had caused. I felt it, a soft whoosh, as whatever power Jason had was given up in trade for his soul. He screamed again, this time in pain and agony. 

“Medea, stop! You’re killing me!” Jason cried out and clutched at me, trying to escape my grasp. I held him tightly and when I felt his body go weak, limp against mine, I let him go and stepped back. “What did you DO TO ME!?” He screamed at me. 

My body was growing weak and I was struggled to stay standing, but I did. I held out and answered Jason. “I gave you your soul back, no more running around pretending you’re a demon, or some badass warlock, or whatever you were doing. Your soul, such as it is, will feel every decision you make, as I’m sure you’re coming to grips with all the decisions you have made in the last few hundred years. I’m sorry, Jason. I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you over the last 3,000 years.” I lowered my head in shame, the white fire wrapping itself around me. “I regret giving in to the rage that Circe inspired; I regret taking our sons’ lives. I regret seeking my vengeance on you, and destroying your line. I regret it all. I do not regret leaving Colchis with you, nor do I regret loving you.” I stepped forward as Jason fell to the ground and I kissed his forehead. “Goodbye Jason, you will not see me again.” I kissed him one last time, our lips meeting gently, and I turned away from my husband, the past of Colchis fading in my mind.


As Gabriel and I made our way back to the shore, and away from Jason, I collapsed into him. “Let it all out, love.” Gabriel held me, stroking my hair gently as I sobbed hideously. The first act of my life came to a close, and while the white fire of my grandfather returned Jason’s soul, it also burned away my guilt, my sin. I felt purer than I had in years. 

I looked up at Gabriel and asked him softly. “Can you bring us back to that little hotel we stayed at, in Gibraltar? We can rest there for the night before we head back to Hell and deal with our Sammael problem.” 

“Anything, my sorceress,” the archangel of my dreams swept me into his arms, and we phased into the lobby of the hotel, scaring many of the patrons there. He got us the penthouse room. The concierge didn’t argue with him when Gabriel demanded the room, a sobbing sorceress in his arm. Once he had the key, he phased us to the door and then carried me into the room. Gabriel carried me over to the bed and just held me as I cried through the night. The next morning, I wondered why the drakon hadn’t returned, and I knew we’d have to go searching for him.

“Don’t worry about it Medea, I’m here, I’m safe. On the island where Jason left the fire message. It’s the closest I could get to you.” He replied when I cast a thought out for him. I looked at Gabriel and told him where the drakon was waiting for us. He took me in his arms, and I felt calm and safe. I wrapped my arms around him as he phased us back to the Pillars of Herakles. When I caught sight of the drakon, I sped out of Gabriel’s arms and pulled my drakon into a deep embrace. “My child, you will never be apart from me, we are one and the same… Soul-bonded, Medea.”

“Where did you go, my oldest friend?” I asked softly as I pressed my forehead against his large muzzle.

“I am less forgiving than you. At first, I tracked Circe, but I lost her scent quickly. And then… I’m sorry, you should not have left Jason alive. I remedied that.” I sighed, I should have known. “He was already thinking about tracking Circe down to get rid of his soul. He wasn’t going to live with it. So I ate him.”

I sighed again and rolled my eyes. “So, you’re not going to need to eat for what, 3 weeks?” I asked, the idea of Jason rotting in his stomach, somewhat appealing to my darker nature.

The drakon huffed at me but Gabriel laughed and walked over to him. “Thank you, friend, I know you did it to protect the one we both love.” The drakon nodded, and I knew he was being sentimental because he was being silent.

“Alright you old fool, let’s rejoin and see what fresh new hell awaits us in Hell.” The drakon huffed once more and faded, before rejoining my body. We began the flight back across the Atlantic, with fair winds and following seas the rest of the way back.

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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