Hi, so new chapter and a warning for mild swearing and yeah, hope you enjoy the story :)
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Chapter 10
Medea sat on her bed, looking wistfully out the window. She remembered Pasiphae hurrying into her room, hesitating when she saw Odysseus. Medea remembered Pasiphae attempting to calm Odysseus down and when he finally turned human again, helped to lift Medea onto her bed. When Medea and Odysseus relayed Perseus' attack on her (naturally leaving out the pregnancy part), Pasiphae instantly sent out a search party of guards to find him and bring him back. Pasiphae sent for the healer who confirmed Medea's suspicions that the child was lost and she sat there, crying in her brother's arms.
She was sat on her bed, thinking, when Odysseus ran into her room, the water she had sent him to get clutched in his hand. She sat up, worry creasing her face.
"They've found him." He panted, hanging his head when Medea instantly jumped out of bed and was running down the hall, Odysseus behind her. She reached the throne room in record time, skidding on the smooth floor in her haste. She saw him on the floor, battered and bruised in front of Pasiphae. She instantly marched up to him but before she could kick him, a hand on her shoulder held her back. She walked to stand beside Pasiphae, looking the piece of filth that was Perseus straight in the eye. She almost screamed when he gave her a knowing smile.
"Perseus" Pasiphae said coldly. "You have been charged with the assault of a Princess. Do you deny these accusations?" she asked.
"I do not." He spat, looking Pasiphae in the eye. She would hold up her end of the bargain. She would let him free. At least, that was the plan.
"Very well, you give me no choice" Pasiphae said solemnly. "As are our laws, the punishment is death." She said, looking at Perseus' wide eyes. He started to struggle against his chains and lunged for Pasiphae but was knocked out by Odysseus. Pasiphae watched coldly as his limp body was dragged out the room. Yes she had made an agreement, but she could not forgive an attack on her niece whom she loved dearly. She glanced over to Medea who was looking relieved and satisfied. She nodded to the girl who instantly ran off looking grateful, her brother in tow.
Medea ran into her chambers and just stood in the middle of the room, breathing quickly.
"Medea? Medea!" called Odysseus, running after his sister. "Are you alright?" he asked. "You're shaking!" he exclaimed, taking her trembling hands into his own.
"I was so scared." She stammered. "He knew what he had done. He knew!" she half yelled, half sobbed, breaking down in her brother's arms for the second time that day.
"It's OK, it's alright" he soothed, gently stroking her hair until she had calmed down.
"I need to do something." She said quickly, pulling herself away and wiping her eyes. He nodded and she walked off to the kitchens in search of an old friend. When she couldn't find the old cook, she asked a servant who said that Sciron was in the vegetable patch. Medea thanked the servant and headed out to the vegetable patch. She saw him pulling out some carrots from their section of the garden.
"And what can I do for you today?" he asked, turning to face his young friend.
"I need to talk to you." She said softly. Sciron looked confused for a moment before his face lit up in understanding and he nodded.
"Just let me get rid of these." He said, gesturing to the carrots in his calloused hands. Medea smiled and nodded, following him to the kitchens where he dumped the carrots into a colander and gave a servant strict instructions to wash the carrots and chop them up. He then led Medea outside to a hidden patch of grass in the gardens. He sat down, looking intently at Medea. She sat down opposite him and starting picking at the grass.
"I do not know how to start." She said, looking ashamed.
"The beginning is always a good place." Sciron said gently.
"Well, there is this boy, well man, and… I love him!" Medea said, tears coming to her eyes. "Anyway, we met in secret a few times" she continued, telling Sciron all about where this boy would take her and how in love with him she was. All the while, Sciron sat back and listened, taking in every word she said.
"Then one night" Medea said "he told me to meet him at an Inn and…we slept together." She said hesitantly. "But he left me during the night, leaving a note to explain why we could not be together and it hurt so much that I lost control and burnt the place to the ground." She said, looking down at the ground.
"Is that all?" Sciron asked, not unkindly.
"No" Medea admitted "I found that I was with child." She said, looking up at the cook's shocked expression.
"Does the Queen know?" he asked.
"No" replied Medea "Nor will she ever, because when Perseus attacked me..." she faltered, choking back sobs.
"You lost the baby" finished Sciron, pulling his friend into a tight embrace. "It will be alright" he said. "But you must tell me. Who was the father?" Medea stiffened and drew back, biting her lip.
"If I tell you, you must swear to tell no one!" she demanded, watching Sciron nod his head. "Alright" she said, "the father was King Jason of Atlantis." She said, watching Sciron's eyes widen.
"Jason?" he asked uncertainly. Medea nodded and Sciron stood up quickly, brushing the dirt off his apron. "Excuse me Princess. But there are things I must attend to" he said, leaving Medea and returning to the Temple.
However, instead of going to the kitchens, Sciron turned down the corridor, twisting and turning through the labyrinth of pathways until he came to the stables. There, he got on a horse and rode off into the woods. He rode until a huge castle came into view. HE rode up to the gates where the guards opened the gate for him. He was escorted to a huge throne room where the cook bowed before a mighty man, dressed in full armor; his great black helmet on a podium, his sword at his side.
"What do you want?" came a gruff voice.
"I have news about Medea." The cook said. The man sat up and gestured for the cook to continue. "I have news that she slept with Jason of Atlantis and carried his child before losing it in an attack." The cook finished, looking at the man's reactions. The man slowly smiled and gestured to a guard who threw a purse of coins at the feet of the cook.
"You have down well, Sciron." The man said. "Maybe sending you with my daughter wasn't such a bad idea. I wonder how my dear sister, Pasiphae, is handling this?" he laughed.
"There is another thing, your majesty." Sciron said quietly. The King stopped laughing immediately.
"Go on." He said.
"Odysseus is alive." The cook said, watching the Kind's head whip round and stare at the cook.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Positive" came the reply.
"Send out every soldier in Colchis, the prophecy cannot come true!" the King yelled; it was about time he saw his family again.