No stone can change her love for her, and no Angry Goddess can come in between to a love that was written in stone.
This is the Tale of Medusa and her Lover, unbeknownst to man. A love that was burried deep within.
No stone can change her love for her, and no Angry Goddess can come in between to a love that was written in stone.
This is the Tale of Medusa and her Lover, unbeknownst to man. A love that was burried deep within.

The Lover of Medusa

Beautiful... That was the first thought that crossed her mind when she lays her eyes on Lyra, and no wonder that the Goddess of love and beauty grew jealous of her. Poor soul, it was never a good idea to fall on the bad side of the gods, but this poor girl is a victim of a goddess's hatred without her even knowing it. Without her realizing it... And now here she is afraid of what her fate will be at the hands of Medusa.

/"Don't be afraid of me./" She whispered to the still shaking girl who sat in a corner while hugging her knees close to her.

/"I'm not, it's just... It's cold in here./" Lyra said with her soft voice, Medusa had almost forgotten that the temperature in the cave is colder than the outside, the cold temperature helps her to sleep at night.

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