Medusa’s Son

Chapter 11

Third person POV

Hermes is an Olympian deity. Hermes is considered the herald of the gods. He is also considered the protector of human heralds, travellers, thieves, merchants, and orators. He is able to move quickly and freely between the worlds of the mortal and the divine, aided by his winged sandals.

In myth, Hermes functioned as the emissary and messenger of the gods, and was often presented as the son of Zeus and Maia, the Pleiad. He is regarded as "the divine trickster," for which Homer offers the most popular account in his Hymn to Hermes.

His attributes and symbols include the herma, the rooster, the tortoise, satchel or pouch, talaria (winged sandals), and winged helmet or simple petasos, as well as the palm tree, goat, the number four, several kinds of fish, and incense.

However, his main symbol is the caduceus, a winged staff intertwined with two snakes copulating and carvings of the other gods. His attributes had previously influenced the earlier Etruscan god Turms, a name borrowed from the Greek "herma".

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Priamos didn't know how long they left him to hang their. One thing he knew for sure is that it has been less then a day, it was nerve racking. They blindfolded him as soon as his 'powers' awoken. Strangely he did feel different.

The most difference was his senses. It was like he was on overdrive, every second on high alert. He could hear everything, and I mean everything. He could hear the wind blow in between his now long hair.

He smelled everything, whether it was his self or the gold chains. His wrist were for sure bleeding from pulling them a lot. It hurt just sitting here with your arms permanently hanging up in the sky, it hurt like a bitch.

Priamos snapped his head up at the sound of a door opening. His eyes were moving around, in search of anything. He kept his mouth in a thin line and his face relaxed. The sound of shoes clicked against the marble floors.

Priamoss head angled a little to the right as he felt someone lean down to his level. He sniffed a little bit, snelling iron and gold, most likely one of the gods who chained him here.

Suddenly the persons hand touched his face causing priamos to react faster than normal. He opened his mouth and immediately bit down on the hand, hard. The hand pulled away quickly as priamos licked away a little bit of blood on his lips.

"You've become quite feisty" the voice spoke. Priamos immediately recognized it as Athena, even thinking her name makes him cringe in disgust. She stood up only to kneel back down right in front of him.

"I want to talk to you" her annoying voice spoke again. He tilted his head to the side, confused and curious all at once. "I'm partially listening" he answer back. She let out a small laugh before looking back at him.

"Your hatred for me stems from nothing" she said softly. There wasn't any malice in her voice, just calm, cool, and collected. She couldn't tell but he was glaring at her with his eyes, it was quite intimidating.

"And why would I believe such a bullshit lie" he spat out. She looked down and sighed before looking back up. "You lived a normal life until now" she started. "Not normal at all but continue" he said.

"You didn't know anything, you had friends and a family, but then suddenly you had this bomb dropped on you, you were Something special, her blood. You were told a story on how i cursed her and now you hate me, just because your Medusa's descendant" she explained.

He looked down and scoffed. "You know everything you just said is wrong" he started with. "I didn't have 'friends' hell I barely had a family, I hated you ever since I read about Medusa's story, I hated all the gods, but anyone would. Poseidon raped her in your castle, and you cursed her for what? Cause you were salty" he yelled near the end.

"I'm not just Medusa's descendant, I'm her son, just like you said her flesh and blood, my reason stems from my veins, now get out" he finished. When he heard she made no sign to move he spat on her face "get out!" He yelled.

She complied and got up. She walked to the door wiping the spit off her face. Priamos slumped back down as he heard the door close. Tears were staining his cheeks, but no sound came out of his mouth.

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The next day was just like a day ago. He was chained up in front of the gods as they talked about important stuff. Of course he strained part of his ears to listen to what they were saying. His long hair was draped over his shoulders as he bent.

"Someones here" a god spoke. That's when priamos decided to actually listen while heartedly now. "What do you mean Aphrodite" Zeus questioned. "There's a presence in the room" she stated. Everyone looked around suspiciously.

That's when priamos felt a presence behind him, instantly tending up. But quickly calmed down when he heard the person speak. "Shhh, it's me stheno" she whispered so quietly he almost couldn't hear her.

"I'm getting you out of here, be ready" she explained. He turned his head back down noting her that he understood. He wondered how she was gonna break him free with all these guards already knowing of her presence.

He got his answer when suddenly both of the chains holding his arms snapped and fell to the ground. Not even a millisecond later his feet chains were also broken. He stood up swiftly his hair flowing in his face a little.

His hand instantly went to the blind fold pulling it down in one go. His eyes immediately fixated on the first person he saw eyes. Then suddenly white snakes with red eyes irrupted from his hair hissing instantly.

That person immediately turned to stone.

He didn't have time to see who it was before his arm was grabbed by stheno and she instantly teleported them out of Olympus. Unlike priamos stheno caught who it was he turned to stone ...

Aphrodite