Term 1:Lesson II

[Ethelion Eriksson]

After the assassination of Diomedes, Jason and Medea went to retrieve the Golden Fleece, while Hercules and the rest of the Argonauts held off the Theban army in a series of deadly engagements. The battle raged back and forth, and blood ran like water, and a red dew settled upon the grass. Meanwhile, Jason and Medea were having their own problems. Their luck had ran out. Not only was the dragon not asleep, it was in a rage over the death of its master. Only after Medea had exhausted her own supply of magic, broken her wand and after Jason had gotten a deep gash in the shoulder as well as deep inflamed cuts and bruises, did the dragon fall to them. Leaning upon each other, they retrieved the Golden fleece and together with the companions, they left with full sail back to jason's homeland.
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After 3 months at sea, Medea had definitely noticed a change in Jason. He no longer took delight in food, wine or good humor. He was sullen, suspicious, and disagreeable. She had tried to approach him with tender caresses to which he responded not at all. Medea, at a loss, finally dulled Jason to sleep and then performed a mind reading. What she found there, shocked her and caused her great pain.

Jason, after retrieving the Golden Fleece, had fallen. He had received news of Laertes' death from a ship they ahd passed, and yet he had told no one, not even herself. She dug deeper. he's hiding something... i can just tell. but what? Medea was puzzled. Even in his sleep he clutches the golden fleece... why? What good can it do to a muggle? I simply dont understand...

And then upon probing deeper, her legilimens was suddenly shut down by occlumency from out of all people, JASON! What was even more frightening was that Jason didn't even wake up. All along he was a powerful wizard, powerful enough to conceal his own powers from even the Medea herself... what does this mean?

"If Jason is not who he claims to be... then what exactly is he? How is he so trained to be a muggle when he has such great magic power? Unless... unless he is a servant of ..." Medea's eyes hardened. She quickly walked over to Jason's chest of clothing. She rifled through it, all the clothes she had woven for him, the random trifles, the seashells which she loved so much, until she reached a diary which Jason never seemed to use. Taking out her wand, she silently used magic to probe the contents.

Her suspicions were not unfounded after all! The book, seemingly empty, white washed, and unwritten, was not a diary but a way of exchanging messages over long distance. As she read, Medea's heart withered in her mouth. How could she have helped him? He's no different than Diomedes! He simply used Laertes to serve as an excuse to obtain the fleece. He simply used her to make his task easier. He used her for his own pleasure. He had tricked her. He had used her. And now he has the fleece and her honor. How could she have been tricked like this?

OCC Will be continued.

[Helia Ollivander]

She watched intently, amazed at this new twist to the myth she'd read so many times. 'I suppose it does make sense though...' she thought intrigued, 'But if I were Medea I'd have left him then and there, perhaps with a bed of scorpions to wake up with...'

[Keaira Liath]

Pushing out of her mind the impossibility of shouting silently, Keaira watched the movie with rapt attention. Love denied was far more entertaining that love reciprocated without question, she thought, and this new twist on a relatively old story was most fascinating.

[Ethelion Eriksson]

...
Medea, after realizing her almost disastrous mistake...

(The affairs of the human/wizard/witch heart are too precise and weighty to be measured by human/wizard/witch minds)

Medea made her painful choice. Either to poison Jason in his sleep with a potion of deadliest venena, or to follow the man she loves into the dark...

The screen fades out, with a splash of blood exploding from the orifices of Jason's body...

It fades back on, to show Medea riding a thestral into the distant East with the burning sun behind her, casting a shadow over her tear stricken face.
...

"And so, here ends the legend of Jason and Medea. With her loss, the wizarding world was preserved. It was later discovered that Jason had had orders from Xerxes IV to steal the fleece for that evil wizard's own ends. In this way, both the battle at Gaugamela, and Medea's own battle within her mind and heart, (the latter was something of a Pyhrric victory) safefguarded the wizarding world in those days. And that my friends is the conclusion of our story." Prof. Ethelion narrated.

Finishing, he looked at the reactions of his students...

[Keaira Liath]

A Pyhrric victory, Keaira thought solemnly. She found herself pitying Medea a bit, but there was no use doing that at the present. The blood had, of course, been excellent to watch. She wondered if Professor Ethelion, or any of the boys in the class, were expecting the girls to be squeamish and shy away from the gruesome display. Well, sorry to break your schema, she thought with some amusement.

[Helia Ollivander]

'To give up something you love for the betterment of the world...' she thought, "I don't know if I'd be strong enough..." she muttered to herself.

[Brian Chase]

Brian was quiet for the whole class thinking to himself.

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa bit her lip, only hoping it had ended differently. Like a story in which you could rewrite the ending.

Sighing to herself, she put her quill down and her head in her hands looking at the professor intently. It had been a most interesting story, and Lisa found she didn't exactly want the lesson to end just yet.

[Ethelion Eriksson]

"Well, anyone like to share their thoughts? This silence is a bit awkward," remarked Prof. Ethelion.

"Or would you all just like me to give you an assignment?"

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa timidly rose her hand, waiting for her professor to call on her. When he finally did, she cleared her throat before asking, "Did Medea find true love ever again?" She said in a small voice.

[Ethelion Eriksson]

"The legends dont say, Ms. Turpin... however, I am of the opinion that as long as the heart is able to love, love shall endure, and with love hope for love will endure also."

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa smiled at her professor, feeling her spirits rise just a little at hearing the prospect that Medea may have found another love after all- One that wouldn't betray her. Feeling no immediate questions spark her curiosity, she went back to her notes, twirling her quill slightly between her fingers letting out a dreamy sigh.

[Ethelion Eriksson]

"True love is hard to come by. And when it does, it often comes in the shape of a rose with many thorns," he smiled at Lisa.

"Because of the thorns, not all of us will wear our hearts on our sleeves," he said, glancing at another student. "I for one, would not want to expose myself to betrayal especially in the matters of the heart."

[Lisa Turpin]

Lisa sighed, "You'd rather observe your rose from afar than risk the prick of a thorn so you may experience the amazing sensation of a rose's sweet smell?" She looked at her hands. "Broken hearts will learn to heal, but regret will only grow with each passing day."

[Ethelion Eriksson]

"Ah but you misunderstand my meaning, Ms. Turpin," said Ethelion turning his eyes back onto the girl. "What i meant to say was that some people will not at first uselessly prick their fingers on a rose, until they have ascertained that the rose is the one they want, at which point, they may risk the pluck of many thorns for the pleasure derived from that rose. OOC: If you need more explanation, PM me."