She set approximately educating me about the historical arts, coaching me the secrets and techniques of herbs and potions, the incantations that might summon spirits, and the rituals that might manage the herbal world. Under Circe's rigorous tutelage, my skills flourished.
I spent my days collecting uncommon plant life and roots, getting to know their origins and the way to harness their powers. I become adept at growing potions and elixirs, every with its very own particular effects. Circe taught me the way to examine the celebs and interpret the symptoms and symptoms of the gods, the way to solid defensive spells, and the way to summon the factors to my will. My nights had
been full of practice, honing my abilties and deepening my knowledge of the arcane..
As the tide of time flow the island become like a new home that I have grown to love, but some time I think of Colchis and my brother and sister are they fine? or do they even think about me, my two siblings Abysyrtus and Chalciope, each had their own courses to choose, but none were subject to the same scrutiny or burdens as me. The younger of the two, Absyrtus, used to looked up to me and frequently sought my advice, he was my father's most cherished child, his heir, while Chalciope, with her own duties and talents, had a close relationship of respect and affection with me. We siblings were bound together by blood and the expectations placed on us, even though our roles and outcomes varied.
Now in depth of my thoughts, I find myself envious of my brother, cherished one in my father's eyes, the heir destined to lead our great kingdom. While he remained close, I am sent to this distant island, where the shadows of abandonment loom over me. Was I not deserving of standing by my father's side? In this isolated island, I practice till dawn and dusk, molding myself to be worthy of my father's love and the kingdom he holds dear, all while my brother effortlessly gains with less than half the effort. It's ironic that the brother I feel envious of is the only one who has shown real concern for me and treated me with affection and he is the one who never consider me as a mere pawn for realms politic.
The absence of a parent's love leaves a void that only their embrace can fill, a void that whisper of longing in the silence.
What transgression did I commit that I deserved the years of isolation? Perhaps it's a nature of greatness that demands solitude, And I, Medea, Vow that my name shall be carved in the chronicles history.