“And what have you brought us today, young one?” the elder called Diodorus asked. Medusa held out the red and black image, the aged sage taking it carefully from her hand. As he did, lightning flashed across his eyes; swords and arrows jumped from the cloth — two warriors locked in mortal combat.
“Medusa, child, the Gods have truly bestowed upon you a rare gift,” Diodorus often told her. A gift many mystics thought beyond the reach of any mortal.


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