The harpe descended upon my throat - the cold blade met my skin in a metallic kiss. The scream that erupted from my mouth was cut off with my head. Cerulean blue with shifting mounds of white staggering across the canvas of the sky is the last thing that entered my vision before my monstrous, stone cold soul fell into the pit of Tartarus.
A/N: Pictured is what a harpe, or adamantine sword looks like. It's the blade that killed Medusa in the original myth.
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Stone Cold
FantasyBeauty is in the eye of the beholder, we're told, but what is never said, never uttered, is how divine beauty condemns you. When worlds clash and mythical creatures fall from the sky, Medusa finds herself in a new world, free of the gods but not of...
