Medusa’s fingers closed around the severed tongue and she clutched the gift to her chest with a happy sigh. It had been Phobos who had made her exile in Greece bearable. He had never been afraid, had never shied away from her touch and for that she loved the beautiful blonde godling. He was her friend the only true one she had ever had.
“Apologiesss for such a wonderful gift? I think not!” Medusa announced with barely contained glee. “I will make it a necklace and asss for the girl….”
She darted forward, pressing the mortal’s face into the ground before the terrified girl could get a look at her face. “The pond. Forever reaching up, gasping for air, she will be the mermaid that never was.”