My Mother is Medusa
My birth was never meant to be.
Some call me a mistake.
Others call me a prophecy.
But my blood tells a different story.
In my previous life, I was no one—
A man with an empty existence, forgotten by the world.
No one respected me. No one greeted me with warmth.
I was invisible, a shadow passing through life, unnoticed and unwanted.
When I died, I thought it was the end.
But in that exact moment, my death changed two fates.
One was mine.
The other… belonged to an ancient being from mythology—Medusa.
Once, she was doomed—a cursed Gorgon, betrayed, hunted, and fated to fall.
In countless timelines, in countless myths, she was slain.
But in this timeline, something changed.
Perseus did not kill Medusa.
She ascended—not as a monster, not as a victim,
But as a Queen.
And I… I was reborn as her son.
Now,
I am hunted by gods who see me as a mistake that must be corrected.
Despised by mortals who whisper my name as an omen of misfortune.
Rejected by a world that never wanted me to exist.
Because I am something that should not be.
A fracture in fate.
A living contradiction.
A walking defiance of the gods’ will.
To Olympus, I am an error. A flaw in the great design.
And so, they seek to erase me.
To wipe me from history, to crush me before I can claim a place in their world.
But this time, I refuse to disappear.
