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A disheveled and dirty girl hunched her body slightly, her eyes passing through the golden ears of wheat swaying in the wind, and timidly looked at the beautiful woman standing in the middle of the field.
She had beautiful dark purple hair and a slim figure, and seemed to be just an ordinary woman, but strangely, there was an indescribable firmness in the woman's clear eyes, and her fingers gently stroked the crops.
At that moment, there seemed to be a flash of golden light. The girl was stunned at first, and when she rubbed her eyes, the dazzling light disappeared.
She was attracted more deeply and couldn't help but look at the other person secretly.
In fact, the beautiful woman was also in a mess, her skirt was stained with dust and dirt, and the hair on her forehead was wet with sweat.
Just now, he was bent over and busy in the fields like the farmers and farm women who were busy sowing seeds, no different from other mortals.
But she is not as rude and busy as other women who are troubled by life. Instead, she always has a satisfied smile on her face, as if this kind of work day after day and year after year is such a great thing.
But this was not the first time the girl had seen this beautiful woman. The last time she saw her was in the textile factory, weaving with everyone.
This seems a little unusual.
For some reason, the girl suddenly remembered a legend from long ago.
Legend has it that when the gods sent down the second flood to destroy mankind, there was a woman who was willing to do good deeds and received the faith of many people and drew strength from it. This woman named Medusa was once a priestess of the goddess Athena, but she stood up to stop those hypocritical gods.
Not only that, she also exhausted this power to transform the decaying world into its former beautiful state.
Afterwards, the woman named Medusa disappeared completely, yet seemed to be everywhere.
Some say she became a deity like them, but a kinder one, while others say she is dead.
But the girl felt that neither was the case. She was not a god, because no one had seen a miracle since then; and she must not be dead, because she was sure that the mysterious and beautiful woman in front of her was her.
She must be hiding in this world, quietly helping all those who are suffering.
Thinking of this, the girl couldn't help but move. She quietly followed the woman, wanting to verify whether her guess was correct.
The girl's name was Maria. She was an orphan without a father or a mother. Fortunately, most of the villagers where she lived were very kind. She just ate here and slept there, and she grew up safely until she was seven or eight years old.
Someone once told Maria that only people who live a rich life have extra kindness, but Maria never understood it until she heard the story of Medusa, then she vaguely realized what it meant.
That's why she seemed so excited after seeing this woman who looked like Medusa.
The woman suddenly raised her head and looked in Maria's direction. Maria was startled and quickly buried her head in the wheat ears.
The woman paused for a moment, but finally walked towards the beach as if she had not noticed Maria at all.
Maria hurried after him.
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Medusa came to the seaside. She had not returned to the sea for many years since she was punished by Zeus, the king of gods, at the hands of Poseidon.
At this moment, she looked at the surging waves, felt the warm sea breeze, and slowly closed her eyes.
In fact, Medusa had already felt relieved about all the hurt. After all, time is the best healer. Especially after she gave herself a meaning to continue, she had no time to think about it.
Medusa smiled gently and was about to get up and leave when she suddenly noticed a violent turbulence coming from the depths of the ocean, as if calling her.
Her first reaction was to leave immediately, but soon, Medusa felt a sense of familiarity. The person who came was obviously not a mortal and had no hostility towards her.
Medusa was not in her peak condition at this moment, but she had already vaguely guessed the other party's identity.
When she saw the old figure in the splashing water, Medusa looked very calm, and only lowered her eyes slightly, "It's you."
When Phorcys saw Medusa many years later, he was obviously excited and had complicated emotions, but in the end, he just looked deeply at his offspring, trying to see the appearance of her mother in him, and those gathered emotions finally turned into a long sigh and disappeared into the air.
As fate would have it, he fell hopelessly in love with Medusa's beautiful and gentle mother. Although he did not kill her directly, his possession of her indirectly caused her mother to slide into the abyss of death.
Out of such guilt, Phorcys wanted to do his best to help Medusa escape her predetermined fate.
However, no one expected that Medusa not only did not die as fate would have her, but she even completed her revenge with her own strength and resisted the rule of the Olympian gods.
This was simply unimaginable for Phorcys, but it happened nonetheless, and the decline of the Olympian gods also had a certain impact on him.
However, Phorcys knew very well that this was the retribution he deserved.
Because when Medusa encountered the same thing, the blood connection made him realize how painful it was for her, or for them.
Phorcys wanted to say a lot, but the words were on the tip of his tongue, and in the end he could only express them with difficulty and paleness, "...I'm glad you're okay."
Medusa nodded silently, but didn't say anything more.
Phorcys eagerly wanted to see the shadow he wanted to see from Medusa, but Medusa deliberately turned her head away and spoke in a calm voice, "Let's be clear. I owe you a thank you, and you owe my mother an apology."
His throat trembled, as if he wanted to say something to Medusa, but suddenly, Medusa interrupted Phorcys, speaking calmly yet with a hint of indifference, "But this has nothing to do with me. This is a matter between you and her."
The sea breeze blew through Medusa's long hair, rising and falling like the ebb and flow of the tide. At this moment, Medusa was grateful to Phorcys for helping her in the beginning, because without him, she might not be able to change anything.
But deep down, she still couldn't forgive Phorcys for what he had done, because ironically, only when the person they cared about really encountered all of this, would they realize the endless harm they had inflicted on others.
It was too late for Medusa's mother.
Her mind told her that He had helped her a lot, but emotionally, Medusa could never forgive Him.
Fortunately, he would also weaken along with the other gods, although his weakening would be slower due to his somewhat distant relationship with the Olympian gods. However, this at least barely maintained the superficial relationship between them and prevented the last bit of dignity from being torn apart.
But no matter what, Medusa no longer wanted to continue this awkward moment with Him. She just wanted to leave here. She was no longer the child who longed for her parents' presence. After knowing that they were safe with each other, she hoped that this would be their last meeting.
As soon as this thought came to her mind, Medusa suddenly moved. The ground beneath her suddenly trembled slightly. She used her own power to cause a fine crack to spread upward from deep underground, and a huge roar was heard.
On the other side, Medusa raised her hand, floated up the entire body of the girl who had been peeping in the bushes for a long time, and gently sent her to a safer place in the distance, while looking at Phorcys.
"Sorry, it suddenly occurred to me that He has been waiting for me for a long time. It's time for me to go find Him."
When Phorcys looked at Medusa, his expression revealed reluctance and pain, but more of awe and disbelief.
“He…?”
Medusa did not give Phorcys an answer. After all, Tartarus was much older than Phorcys and was the creator god who was almost integrated with the world. He would never have imagined that Medusa could come and go freely in Tartarus, and even allowed her to be so presumptuous and do whatever she wanted.
The little girl was certain that the powerful woman in front of her was the legendary Medusa. Amid her excited and pious cheers, Phorcys watched his child walk towards the dark and gloomy abyss.
"If you see someone looking for me, please tell them not to waste time looking for me. Everything that sees me is what I want to see."
Her eyes fixed on Phorcys, "...Goodbye."
After saying this, Medusa's figure disappeared without a trace, and almost in the blink of an eye, the deep crack quickly closed, and the world returned to peace again.
After a long while, the little girl finally ran over, breathless. Looking at the vanishing crack, she couldn't help but murmur with a sense of loss, "Will I ever see her again? The legendary Medusa?"
Phorcys recalled those relieved eyes and finally couldn't help but sigh uncomfortably, "Maybe."
"But I know... I, like those gods who hurt her, will never see her again."
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