Seraphina had never seen her reflection. She lived hidden in the caverns of Thassalos, raised by whispers of spirits and the watchful gaze of her serpents. The snakes upon her head were alive, hissing warnings when danger approached, curling around her shoulders when she wept.
She was cursed like her mother — her golden eyes could turn any mortal to stone.
But unlike Medusa, Seraphina longed to walk among people, to feel the sun on her face, to laugh without fear of killing with a glance.
Every night, she listened to the distant songs of fishermen on the sea. She dreamed of a world where she wasn't a monster.