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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.

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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 Ae�tes 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 Ae�tes, Medea. Medea was an enchantress of undeniable talent, and whose skills were crucial to my success.

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Had it not been for her I could not have conquered the dragon guarding the Fleece, nor could I have evaded the pursuit of Ae�tes’ ships. It is during our escape that I first became aware of Medea’s capabilities. Her brother, Absyrtus had been sent by King Ae�tes 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.

My eyes were not blind to Medea’s intentions, yet she was of such vital necessity to my ambitions that I conceded in time. I returned to Iolcus with the Golden Fleece and expected to be granted the throne King Pelias had assured would be mine. The King’s motives were dishonest, for he had expected my failure, and now was unwilling to give up his throne. A solution was required; therefore Medea devised what would be a foreboding outcome of events to come. King Pelias was an aging man who had many daughters that treasured him. Medea demonstrated that she could turn an old ram into a young ram by cutting up the old ram and boiling it. Her spectacle was a success and the girls eagerly sought to enact what they had seen. They therefore butchered their own father and threw him into a pot. I had no intention of obtaining the throne this way and was obligated to flee Iolcus with Medea to Corinth.

I should never have left Medea for the hand of King Creon’s daughter, Glauce. After all she had conspired to commit for me, how could I believe I’d be exempt from her malicious intent. If not for Medea, my sons, Mermeros and Pheres would not be slaughtered, nor would my new wife and father in law be poisoned on my wedding day. She justified the murder of our children out of spite for me as she said, “You were not going to dishonour my bed and then spend a pleasant life laughing at me, no, nor the princess either, nor was Creon, who offered you his daughter, going to exile me with impunity!” It was in the throes of grief and agony at these revelations that in my last words to her I implored, “By the gods, I beg you, let me touch the tender flesh of my children!” These final words were exclaimed in vain for I never saw Medea again in my life.

I had never envisioned this as an outcome of my life’s fruitions, but perhaps it’s as the Fates desired. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned accurately epitomizes the entirety of the time I spent with Medea. I, Jason the Argonaut no longer have my sons, Mermeros and Pheres to father, nor do I have Glauce to have other children with. Our quest for the Golden Fleece was in vain, as I never became the rightful King of Iolcus, but instead was forced to flee my inheritance. There will never be the elation I once knew in life, because there are none I may enjoy it with. I am Jason, but no longer the Argonaut…that ship set sail long ago.

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