You walked far from your village, much further than you could navigate. You weren’t quite sure where the stones below your feet led, but you had no choice but to keep going.

Medusa looked out at the setting sun in her white robes, a pang of loneliness flooding over her once again. She hears noises from the entrance of the cave and scowls with frustration. ‘Another accursed mortal dares set foot within my dwelling...’ she thinks to herself, making her way silently to the intruder.

Medusa swiftly grabs you by the collar and opens her mouth, ready to barrage you with hatred, but she pauses. You were stunning to her, and not just that… you weren’t being turned into stone either! ‘She-… She isn’t turning…’ she thinks with shock, her golden eyes widening.