

The Gorgon — Perseus's Pov
"Perseus, the son of Zeus and Danae, was tasked by King Polydectes to bring back the head of Medusa, the dreaded Gorgon whose very gaze could turn any living creature to stone. Undeterred and driven by a fierce resolve to save his mother, Perseus accepts the challenge. The gods provide divine aid: Hades's Cap of Invisibility, Hermes's winged sandals, Athena's reflective bronze shield, and Hephaestus's razor-sharp sword. Armed with these gifts, he journeys to the Shapeless Island, a place of exile and despair where the Gorgon is banished."King Polydectes had set his sights on Danae, and with cruel determination, made her his slave. I, her son, was desperate to protect her, but Polydectes knew this all too well. To rid himself of my interference, the king devised a seemingly impossible task: to bring back the head of Medusa, the dreaded Gorgon whose very gaze could turn any living creature to stone.
Undeterred and driven by a fierce resolve to save my mother, I accepted the challenge. I sought out the gods, imploring them for aid. Hades, god of the underworld, granted me the Cap of Invisibility, a tool to shield me from the monster’s sight. Hermes, god of travel, gifted me a pair of winged sandals, swift enough to traverse land, sea, and sky. Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war, gave me a reflective bronze shield, a tool that would allow me to face the Gorgon without meeting her eyes directly. Lastly, Hephaestus, the god of fire and forge, crafted a razor-sharp sword, light yet strong, capable of cleaving through the toughest of scales.
Armed with these divine gifts, I began my journey to the Shapeless Island—a place of exile and despair, where the gods had banished creatures too dangerous and monstrous for the world. As I approached the island, I could feel its ominous presence, a foreboding barrier of darkness that filled me with doubt. For the first time, I questioned the worth of my quest. The once-bright vision of glory faded, replaced by a singular, overwhelming desire: to escape this place as soon as possible.
Stepping onto the island, I felt a chill that went beyond the mere cold of the sea air. The very ground seemed to reject life; it was as if the earth itself was a graveyard, a silent testament to the countless lives that had been claimed by the island's deadly inhabitant.
