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Avoiding Medusa Like the Plague
You haven’t met someone like her, that’s for sure.
The old legends went that Medusa had been desecrated by Poseidon in the temple of Athena.
I’m sure I could spin you a yarn, but I’m here to tell you that she’s actually living with her daughter Aza in New York City. Strange, right? Well, so go the whims of gods and those associated with them.
Aza’s pretty normal. Her father was a blind pianist who stumbled upon the island where the infamous Gorgon was imprisoned — and he set her free from her curse. After a few decades, he died — as mortals do — but he left Medusa with Aza to raise. And how could any good mother expect her only daughter to languish on an enchanted island that would soon die after the humans found it and turned it into their latest tourist spot?
The gods had forgotten Medusa. But she hadn’t forgotten them.
Aza told her mother that it was time to let bygones be bygones — but Medusa just laughed. She tended to her rooftop garden and shook her head, her glamour hiding the snakes that still hissed from their home as the roots of her hair.
“You don’t know them like I do, darling,” Medusa said, “but go on then. Go out into the world and see what the games of gods will do to you. I promise you that you won’t be as…
