Medusa was in the underground lair she called home. It was a small, dusty cave with a narrow staircase as the only enterence. She was sitting on a table, legs crossed and book in hand. She read the words when she suddenly heard someone stumble down the stairs. Again? The second time this week someone stumbled down the stairs. Time to turn them to stone, she thought. She walked torwards the sound, ready to turn whoever this is to stone. But when she saw the young woman, she was taken aback by her beauty...