Gods hidden in water and land and air. The sea god somewhere in these waves, a great darkness forming beneath and churning, or breaking the surface somewhere at the edge of these waters and blowing. Impossible to say how all is formed. Giants beneath her now, encased in rock, waiting to break free. She would see them revealed. See them rise and walk, earthborn, earliest of gods. Unthinking, the moving of mountains, walkers resting again and the headland now in a new place, mountains reshaped, needing new names.

All that is human far too small, and it is nothing to rule it.

Medea screams again for the Argonauts and runs back along the ridge, tearing at brush, stumbling in loose rock but staying upright, descending into trees and slipping in loose needles, flinging herself to the other side of this forest above them, screams and collapses, panting. They will be watching for her in the air now, in flight over the water.

She has done this to her brother for as long as she remembers, terrifying him. And yet still he came to her whenever she called, even when she held a knife. He trusted her. Disbelief when his throat was cut. No attempt to fight. She held his head in both hands as he died, talking to him, telling him she was sorry. Death not quick, and blood everywhere. So much blood in him, covering her, and his eyes still alive, looking into hers.

A future king, though she was firstborn, and she will need to learn to feel nothing when she kills kings.

Medea lies down under the trees and wants to sleep, but she can smell her brother, rotten flesh everywhere, on her arms, in her hair, all along her back. Bathed in his blood. Stink also of Jason and sweat and sex. So she walks down to the shore, away from the fire, and steps carefully in darkness over sharp rocks, eases into the warm black sea. She screams once more for the Argonauts, then she closes her eyes and submerges beneath the waves into stillness. This is where she would sleep. Arms and legs suspended, body weightless, no sound. She opens her eyes and sees stars, waves her arms and they curl around her, flung in currents invisible. Blackness and no light from above, only these constellations. She flings herself back, kicks and sees her body made a constellation, outline of her hips and legs. Tries to grab one of these stars, but they are somehow beyond reach. All around her and impossible to touch.