Medea: A Woman’s Scorn
There has been no reprieve from the images that infest my mind, nor can I find solace in the manifestations that once were my dreams. They are now wrought in the vivid memories that so mercilessly assail my soul. I, Jason the Argonaut, and inheritor of the Golden Fleece, have been brought to ruin by my wife, Medea. Perhaps it is the will of the Gods; for only their omniscient presence could bear witness to the atrocities she committed in order to fulfill my prophesized glory. Her methods became unceasingly vile when agitated, and I was unable to dissuade the murders to come. Now I consider the lives of our ill fated children, Memeros and Pheres, King Pelias my misguided uncle, and my brother in law Absyrtus, whose lives she maliciously ended.
Our tale was the renowned Argonautica, and I, Jason was their leader destined to obtain that which was meant to be my own, the Golden Fleece. To my unforeseen surprise, the King Aeëtes of Colchis was unwilling to bestow my inheritance unless I accomplished a series of appointed tasks. It was through this necessity that I was fated to meet my future wife, the daughter of Aeëtes, Medea. Medea was an enchantress of undeniable talent, and whose skills were crucial to my success. Had it not been for her I could not have conquered the dragon guarding the Fleece, nor could I have evaded the pursuit of Aeëtes’ ships. It is during our escape that I first became aware of Medea’s capabilities. Her brother, Absyrtus had been sent by King Aeëtes to regain the Golden Fleece, and perhaps his daughter in the process. Instead it was Absyrtus who was captured in the process and with that, Medea would dismember his body and scatter the pieces, so that the pursuers were distracted to retrieve them. Despite my new wife’s apparent use, I began to wonder what else this woman could resort to if given the opportunity.
