Starglow Basin secret tunnel

She said something. Medusa couldn’t understand it. It sounded nasty. Medusa wanted to snap something witty back, but the truth of it was Medusa was scared shitless. Fear was her fuel, but when she looked back at the woman whose features were warped ugly in their snarl anger became her momentum. 

Medusa wouldn’t forget her either. The villainess of every kids bedtime story. That Medusa had beaten her at all was solely thanks to the element of surprise—Medusa was made for flight, not fight. 

But fuck if she didn’t want to learn. The look she was given was a promise, after all. Maybe the blow to the head would have her forget it. Fingers fucking crossed. 

The kid squirmed in her mouth, but Medusa didn’t let go for nothing. The wind whipped at both of their furs before long as she was going, going—and gone.