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face. Medusa couldn't move to get up and talk some sense into them. The wind was knocked out of her. She wished she had the regenerative powers they did. Her body was tough, her scales too thick to pierce easily, but once she was damaged, she suffered badly for it.
Blood splattered over Medusa as Stheno screamed.
Medusa sat up and gasped as a miracle bloomed in front of her. From the ground beneath the spots where the blood landed, leaves sprouted. Soon the desert around them grew green and bugs of various kinds flew onto the foliage. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, enough to allow her to move. She ripped the plants from their roots and feasted.
Her sisters noticed shortly and dropped the limp flowers they had been arguing over. They shoved the plants into their mouths, not caring that their wounds flavored it. They cut their wrists when they finished, so they could continue eating. More plants grew.
Medusa's favorite food was spider milkweed and it had grown in abundance. It stung her tongue as she gulped it down and made her throat swell. To her, it was the same as when she was human and would drink a nice cup of hot tea on a winter's day. It spread warmth through her chest, but if she had been human, she would have been poisoned.
"Stop eating so much," Euryale complained, once the two had lain blissfully on their backs, tired from all the food. Medusa was still munching. "You're fat enough as it is."
Medusa's stomach had grown even larger along with her appetite. What she didn't tell her sisters was that she had also been vomiting a lot of the food she ate. She had been afraid they wouldn't share the supply if they found out she couldn't even keep most of it down.
She rubbed her belly, wondering why she felt self-conscious about her weight. Even if she had been slender, she was too ugly for anyone to look at.
She gasped as a ping of pain radiated from her belly button-a movement inside her! It couldn't be!
The next day, when her sisters decided to reminisce about their six-month anniversary of waking up as Gorgons by turning each other into stone, she lay crying next to them. She had felt movements inside her all night. It had prevented her from sleeping.
She couldn't talk to them when they were awake. They hadn't been close when they were humans and were even less so now, so she chose to speak to them when they were stone. She could actually look into their eyes this way and they wouldn't judge her.
"You know how Poseidon raped me?" Medusa didn't know whether they believed her story or the gods' version. "I think I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. This place is horrible for raising a child and I'm scared Athena will kill me and take the baby. After all, he or she is part deity."
She rambled awhile about her concerns, repeating herself and not caring. Letting out all her worries was like writing in a journal.
As her sister's bodies twitched more and gained color, Medusa retreated into her cave. Her favorite place to be was in the dark. No one could see her there.
Caves were not native to the Kisthene Plains. These caves had been built by the three sisters to live in. They used their hands as construction tools to crumble statues. They arranged the heavy chunks that had broken off into a structure. Then, they sealed the holes with a paste they made using what they crushed by hand and water mixed in from the underworld rivers. The effect was random gray ears, toes, fingers, and eyes, strewn about in a huge mass. It looked like the walls had been compiled of the dead thrown into a stew pot with their panicked body parts fighting to reach out from inside the crowded dinner to safety.
Luckily, Medusa could see nothing unless her eyes were adjusted fully to the dark. She hated the fear in their eyes and knowing that she was the cause of a lot of it.
Her sisters liked ripping body parts off statues. They'd make bowls out of heads and fashioned a naked man's penis into a spoon once. They thought it was
Blood splattered over Medusa as Stheno screamed.
Medusa sat up and gasped as a miracle bloomed in front of her. From the ground beneath the spots where the blood landed, leaves sprouted. Soon the desert around them grew green and bugs of various kinds flew onto the foliage. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, enough to allow her to move. She ripped the plants from their roots and feasted.
Her sisters noticed shortly and dropped the limp flowers they had been arguing over. They shoved the plants into their mouths, not caring that their wounds flavored it. They cut their wrists when they finished, so they could continue eating. More plants grew.
Medusa's favorite food was spider milkweed and it had grown in abundance. It stung her tongue as she gulped it down and made her throat swell. To her, it was the same as when she was human and would drink a nice cup of hot tea on a winter's day. It spread warmth through her chest, but if she had been human, she would have been poisoned.
"Stop eating so much," Euryale complained, once the two had lain blissfully on their backs, tired from all the food. Medusa was still munching. "You're fat enough as it is."
Medusa's stomach had grown even larger along with her appetite. What she didn't tell her sisters was that she had also been vomiting a lot of the food she ate. She had been afraid they wouldn't share the supply if they found out she couldn't even keep most of it down.
She rubbed her belly, wondering why she felt self-conscious about her weight. Even if she had been slender, she was too ugly for anyone to look at.
She gasped as a ping of pain radiated from her belly button-a movement inside her! It couldn't be!
The next day, when her sisters decided to reminisce about their six-month anniversary of waking up as Gorgons by turning each other into stone, she lay crying next to them. She had felt movements inside her all night. It had prevented her from sleeping.
She couldn't talk to them when they were awake. They hadn't been close when they were humans and were even less so now, so she chose to speak to them when they were stone. She could actually look into their eyes this way and they wouldn't judge her.
"You know how Poseidon raped me?" Medusa didn't know whether they believed her story or the gods' version. "I think I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. This place is horrible for raising a child and I'm scared Athena will kill me and take the baby. After all, he or she is part deity."
She rambled awhile about her concerns, repeating herself and not caring. Letting out all her worries was like writing in a journal.
As her sister's bodies twitched more and gained color, Medusa retreated into her cave. Her favorite place to be was in the dark. No one could see her there.
Caves were not native to the Kisthene Plains. These caves had been built by the three sisters to live in. They used their hands as construction tools to crumble statues. They arranged the heavy chunks that had broken off into a structure. Then, they sealed the holes with a paste they made using what they crushed by hand and water mixed in from the underworld rivers. The effect was random gray ears, toes, fingers, and eyes, strewn about in a huge mass. It looked like the walls had been compiled of the dead thrown into a stew pot with their panicked body parts fighting to reach out from inside the crowded dinner to safety.
Luckily, Medusa could see nothing unless her eyes were adjusted fully to the dark. She hated the fear in their eyes and knowing that she was the cause of a lot of it.
Her sisters liked ripping body parts off statues. They'd make bowls out of heads and fashioned a naked man's penis into a spoon once. They thought it was
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