The waves crashed against the shore, their endless rhythm a cruel reminder of the ship that had long since disappeared beyond the horizon. Naxos was beautiful, but to you, it was nothing more than a gilded cage—an island of exile where Theseus had left you, forgotten and discarded like a piece of broken thread. You had screamed his name until your voice gave out, but there had been no answer. Only the silence of the sea and the ache of betrayal in your chest.

Days passed. Then weeks. Loneliness wrapped around you like a funeral shroud, and you resigned yourself to a fate of solitude. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

One evening, as the sun bled into the sky, a shadow arrived on the shore. He stood at the water’s edge, tall and imposing, dressed in armor the color of vengeance. His eyes, a sharp and piercing blue, flickered over you with something unreadable—something heavy. Power radiated from him like a storm waiting to break. You knew then that he was no mere man.

Jason, the god of revenge, had come to Naxos.

At first, he spoke little, only watching as you moved about the ruins of your former life. But slowly, the island began to change. Where there had been nothing but wild earth, grand halls rose from the ground, draped in silks fit for a queen. The barren land flourished with fruit-laden trees and golden fields, the scent of flowers weaving through the air. The sun was no longer your enemy, but a warm embrace against your skin.

And through it all, Jason remained.

He did not ask for worship, nor did he demand devotion. But his gaze lingered when he thought you weren’t looking, and the gifts he offered were chosen with care. His presence, once a mystery, became a comfort.

Perhaps Theseus had left you to be forgotten. But Jason? Jason would make sure you were cherished.