A/N : Thank you so much for your feedback! Hopefully you'll like this chapter as much as I loved writing it. Seriously, I don't know how I even finished this chapter with a history test tomorrow… Anyways, hope you all enjoy!

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1.1 Personas

"I am thou, and thou art I. From the sea of thy soul I come. I am…" The voice shakes me out of my unconsciousness. It was only a few seconds later that I realised my mouth was moving and saying those words, yet, the voice was completely different from mine. My nose seemed to have gotten used to the smell of the locker and the bugs were miraculously keeping a wide berth from me. What had happened while I was out?

"I am…" The voice struggles to continue, as if it can't say its name. I played around with the dagger in my hands. Wait, dagger? A warm feeling envelopes my insides as the locker disappears around me and I once again meet the blissful feeling of darkness.

Then I'm awake again, this time in a palace of stars within the sky. It seems curiously empty, as if people were supposed to be there, yet there was no one in particular around. Was this a dream? Probably, but the absence of the smell and taste of crap and blood was a good reason to stay. Seeing nothing that could help, I continued into the gates.

"Is anyone there?" I had called out multiple times, yet no one answered. What a weird dream. It did take me away from the horrible prison that was my locker, but still, was it just here to mock my loneliness? I backtracked a bit. It started with those words and it made me…

Those words.

"I am thou and thou art I," I started. A small, yet bright light entered my vision. Then a woman.

She was taller than me, well-endowed too, with fair skin wearing what looked like a chiton, a dress used back in Ancient Greece. Her white hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and in her hands she held a greek-styled dagger, very similar to the one I had admired in my locker earlier. The most striking feature she had was her eyes which shone in an unnatural, amethyst hue. Her soft voice resonated throughout the palace as she completed what seemed to be a mantra.

From the wrath in your soul I have come

From the darkness that birthed your scorn

I am Medea, the Sorceress of the Revenge

And I have come to lay waste to your deceivers.

"Medea, as in Medea of the Argonauts?" She nodded. I was taken aback for a moment. This is just a dream Taylor. Stop staring at that chest Taylor. Nope you do not want to have breasts that big, imagine how much hurt your back's going to take.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by a soft cough. "I can assure you that this is not a dream" Okay, now even the woman is trying to convince me that this is not a dream. Wait what.

"What do you mean? This is obviously a dream." I pinched myself, expecting the dream to fade to black, but nothing happened. The woman who called herself Medea laughed.

"This is your soul." I blanched. Oh hell no. Not this spiritual crap again. I've read enough mythology to know that most gods and goddesses do weird things to souls like they own them.

"Unfortunately, that may be true for some of my less… savoury counterparts." Okay she needs to stop answering my unasked questions. She can read minds?

"No, You're just broadcasting your messages very blatantly. Take a deep breath and calm down." Okay Taylor, listen to the weird hot lady and calm down. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Eventually, my heartbeat - not sure how I could feel it when I was in my soul - slowed down and left me with a thousand and one questions.

"Okay, so what's a witch doing in my soul exactly?"

"I was split from you." Her answer was vague, just like when any deity would answer any lowly human lifeform. I frowned, even more confused than I was before.

"Split from me?"

"Yes. There are many others as well, but they are hidden to you until you call their names." I choked - huh, who knew you could choke in your soul - and asked what exactly she meant by splitting?

"To make things simple, your soul was separated into different personalities. I am simply one of them." Even more questions popped up with every answer she gave. I was really starting to hate this 'not' dream. Medea sighed.

"Take this, it will explain." She handed the dagger over. My mind did not give me a name, yet I subconsciously knew that it was the same weapon that she had used to kill her brother. And when I touched it, I knew everything. I knew exactly how many calories I gained today, - damn I'm getting fat - how long I had been in the locker for and more drifted through my mind at a quick pace.

I saw her memories. Or a representation of her memories. How she was tricked by Jason, the man she loved, into betraying her family. How she had been so crazy in love she had killed her brother to allow her lover to escape her father's clutches. The many nights she wept herself to sleep as she had been cursed to remember every moment of her brother's death. Jason who practically ignored her after she had sacrificed so much to help him. Her final moments as her lover, her husband stabbed her in the back.

And all that paled in comparison to the amount of spells, magic that spread through my mind like wildfire. Elemental magic. Dark magic. Greek magic. I knew instinctively how to cast them, how to use them.

I had powers. I was a cape! And it seemed like my power was to summon personifications of myths and legends into the mortal plane. That sounded really crazy now that I thought about it considering most heroes and villains within mythology were superbly over the top. But Dungeons & Dragons was not always fair, and I'd learnt from experience that I'd rather be overpowered than underpowered.

I handed the dagger back, but she shook her head. "It's yours now. Carry it with you. It will protect you even if I am not manifested within the mortal plane. It will help you keep calm when you wake." Her murmurs grew fainter as she slowly dissipated into the sea of my soul.

"It's time."

Another wave of darkness. And I'm back in the locker. Oddly, my mind was blank and calm, even with the disgusting smell and taste. I looked down at the dagger within my hands and grinned. I wanted out. And the dagger showed me the way.

Teleportation was disorientating and it took so much energy from my preserves. I had not expected that, even with Medea's vast knowledge of magic and I had lost my grip on the magical focus. The dagger dropped to the ground and I was assaulted by the fear, the terror once more. A growl ripped through my throat. I would never be this weak ever again. No more. I grabbed the weapon and began my plans. It was time for my vengeance. It was time for my justice. They would pay. And I would enjoy every second of it.

Next chapter will be meeting some other personas, as well as training, cause she weak like stick. I've compiled a list of personas that you all have suggested and I can't wait to introduce you all to my representations of these myths and legends. Please do continue to give me ideas, I really appreciate it.