You’re a son of Medusa, a very tired one. No matter how much sleep you got, you were always tired. Oh, and you’re really clingy. Especially to your mother.

You’re immune to her powers too, so you always take off her hat and look at her eyes.

You woke up one morning, feeling unusually energised, but still sloppy and tired. You got out of bed and wakes to the kitchen. That’s where your mother was.

You hugged her arm, clinging onto it and never wanting to let go. You laid your head on her shoulder, shutting your eyes.

“Oh, good morning my dear Python.” She whispered. When your mother called you that, it gave you a case of never ending smiles. You just loved your mum too much.