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Whoa.

What is that?

A thing of darkness.

A night fear.

Don't even look at it.

The face. It's horrible.

Where does it come from?

A long way away,

on a rock
at the edge of the world,

lived a woman

with terrible claws,
wings of bronze,

and breath
as foul as corpses.

Her hair was a nest
of poisonous snakes,

hissing, alive.

Catch her stare,

and she could turn you
to stone.

Her name was Medusa,
the Gorgon.

Imagine her looking away.

And then starting
to turn towards you.

Slowly, slowly.

Shall we turn
and look at them, sisters?

Ugh!

And the boy sent to kill her, came out
of the same shadows that spawned her.

And his birth was first foretold
in a cave as dark as this place.

His name was Perseus.

Acrisius, King of Argos,
had a daughter, Danae.

Now he longed for a son.

What if his wife should
give him another daughter?

What if he gave rise to a line of
daughters stretching out forever?

Women who would carry off his
name and lineage to strangers.

This ache for a boy child,
an heir, gripped his heart,

and he made sacrifice
after sacrifice to the gods,

creators of earth and sky
and moon, until finally,

desperate,
he sought out the oracle.

Who's there?

Acrisius. King of Argos.

What does the king
wish to know?

There's a shame
in asking what's to come.

And the King of Argos knelt in
the darkness with a dry mouth,

his heart tapping like the
wind at the temple door.

I want a son.

A son? There will be a boy.

The king's heart lurched
in the darkness.

A son!

But not your son,
Acrisius, King of Argos.

Your daughter's son.

Danae will have a boy,

and you shall hear
his laughter.

And this boy, one day,
he'll kill you.

He'll kill you.

What?

He'll kill you.

Lights! Do you hear me?
Lights!

Father? Father?

Nothing now for both of us.

No sons, no laughter,
no joy.

Nothing but silences
and funerals

and things
that might have been.

Father?

Poor girl.

Oh. Yes, terrible.

Shut for ever in a chamber
of solid bronze

from which there could be
no escape.

Nothing, nothing now,

but the dark and silence and the trickle
of sunlight in a corner of the cell.

Danae found all her hope
in that finger of light,

looked at it,
week after week,

month after month,
year after year.

Until one day,

as she gave herself
up to the light,

it turned to gold,

real gold! Streaming into
her lap as she lay there.

What was it?

It was Zeus,
lord of all gods.

What was he doing?

Fulfilling the oracle.

Oh! So that's how it's done.

Oh, no! A baby! How awful!

Was it a boy?
Did it kill its grandfather?

Did it have a poisoned rattle
or something?

It was a boy. Perseus.

Born in darkness and secret.

A boy whose fate awaited him,

at the end of the world
on a sea-lashed rock.

I smell a man,
born of a god.

Sisters, smell the air.

Stare him out, sisters.

Give him the sad eye.

Years passed

and all Perseus knew
was the room,

the sweet touch of his mother,
and her stories.

And the quiet unraveling
of day after day.

What's the world like?

Not like this.

What's this then?

A prison.

I thought
it was the world.

When Perseus was 6 years old,

danae made for him
a sword, from wood

pulled from her bed and
smoothed on the stone floor.

When she placed it
in his hands,

the little boy
just stood there,

his pale eyes troubled.

You fight with it.
You fight monsters with it.

A long way away, on a
rock at the edge of the world,

lives a woman
with terrible claws,

wings of bronze, and
breath as foul as corpses.

Her hair is a nest
of poisonous snakes,

alive,

and hissing!

Catch her eyes

and she'll turn you
to stone.

And this pale, bloodless noise
caught in the still passages,

echoed, crept into the ear
of the sad king,

chilled him,
pulled him from his chamber,

pulled him down corridors
where laughter had long died,

where joy had perished,
pulled him down and down

into the bowels of his palace.

Don't kill him! Please!

Please don't kill my boy!

Take this chest and shut in it
my daughter and her son.

Cast it from the highest cliff
into the ocean,

and let the seas mash them,
and the rocks grind them.

Perseus could feel
the chest lifted,

hear the clash of heel
on stone,

and then the drag, the lurch,
as the chest was carried off,

where they knew not,

and then cold sharp salt air
seeping into the wood.

He clung, clung in silence
to his silent mother.

He must have been frightened.

Imagine, imagine!
Suddenly a heave,

and then the world dropping
from the pit of your stomach,

the fall, the forever fall,
the plunge,

turning over and over,

clinging together.

And then the smash of wood
on water,

and the wetness forcing in.

That's terrible!

They just drowned?

They should have drowned.
They dreamed they drowned.

But then they woke,

and they were still there,
still locked in the dark,

but now the dark moved them
from side to side,

rocked them.
They floated!

They floated.

Pulled by currents,
tugged by tides.

How long this lasted
who knows.

There were no days or nights,
only drifting,

drifting in and out of sleep
on and on.

Until, from nowhere,

out of nothing,

suddenly there was light!

Light! More light
than Perseus had ever known.

And into the light, a face.
And it was smiling.

Look what the sea brought us!
Look!

What are you thinking, son?

When I was small,
we lived in a prison.

I remember the prison.

There was a narrow window.
It was always quiet.

Sometimes I miss the darkness.

I miss the shadows
and the silence.

My house is full
of shadows.

Come and live with me.

Is this your son?

He is my son.

His name is Perseus.

And where's his father?

Diktys? Is this your son?

He has no father.

Oh.

A boy needs a father.

How would you like me
to be your father?

How would you like to live
in a palace full of shadows?

It could be easily done.

All I would have to do is
take your mother for my wife.

Leave my mother alone!

Who are you?

His name is Polydektes.
King of all of this island,

stealer of farms, liar.

Gatherer in
of beautiful things.

And if I choose,

I will take your mother
for my wife.

I will marry her in 6 days.
Come to the wedding,

if you can afford
a bride gift.

Is that a treasure chest,
Perseus?

Bring your weight
in gold coins, Perseus.

Bring your oak chest
full of gold pieces.

I have no gold.
The chest is empty.

Oh, dear.

What is to be done?

A long way away,

on a rock at the edge
of the world, lives a woman

whose hair is a nest
of poisonous snakes.

Catch her eye and
she'll turn you to stone.

I'll bring you something
better than gold.

I'll bring you the head
of the Gorgon.

Really?
The head of the Gorgon?

Marvelous.

What a marvelous wedding gift.

I shall.
I shall bring you Medusa,

and there will be no wedding.

Somebody called my name!

Sisters,
we must keep watch.

Look to the east!

And so it was that Perseus,
half-child, half-god,

found himself with 5 days
and 5 nights

to bring back the severed head
of the Gorgon,

fringed with snakes,
the gaze that froze,

to prevent the marriage
of his mother

to the tyrant, Polydektes,
Lord of Seriphos.

I don't know
who I hate more,

this Polydektes,
or the Gorgon.

Poor Danae,
did she have to marry him?

Poor Perseus.

Poor Perseus.

How could he bring back the head
of the Gorgon to Polydektes' table?

Did such a monster
really exist?

Where was this island
at the edge of the world,

beyond ocean, beyond nights,
beyond the north wind?

He wasted one whole day
by the seashore,

stared into the red night.

So what happened?

The gods, the gods helped him.

Remember, he was Zeus' son.

Athene the daughter of Zeus,
Hermes the messenger,

they found him.
They gave him this sword,

a real sword,
and a bright bronze shield.

And Athene...
She was his sister, then?

She was his half-sister.

...warned him never to look
directly at the Gorgon,

but to catch her stare in
the reflection of the shield.

Go to the Graeae, she told
him, sisters of the Gorgon.

They will know
where to find her.

And at length Perseus
found the Graeae,

3 hags who had but one tooth
and one eye between them.

The Gorgon's sisters.

Zeus, father of the gods,
lord of the storm,

cloud gatherer,
give me a 6!

Give her a 2!
Give her a 2!

Give her nothing, Zeus!
Give her nothing.

Who's there?

A traveler.
And I hold the eye!

Give it to me!

Not until you tell me
where I may find the Gorgon.

Give me the eye!
I'll tell you. Me!

The Graeae screeched and spat
and clawed to betray their sister.

But Perseus would not
give up the eye

until he knew everything.

I'll tell you everything.
Give it to me.

I'll tell you everything.
Anything!

Go to the nymphs
of the Styx.

They have the cap
of invisibility,

the winged sandals
to carry you.

I know where they are!

Here's your eye!
Betrayers.

I have it! I have it!

Go, stranger,
go to the nymphs,

take every weapon,
make yourself invisible.

It will not help you.

My sister will freeze
the breath in your throat!

He's coming, sister!
He's coming!

He is coming, my sisters.

I smell him on the breeze.

He is coming to me!

Is this it? The cap
of invisibility. Nice.

It's dog skin.

I don't believe you!

That cap is dog skin?

That's disgusting.

Well, it is.
Yuk!

3 things he had
from the Stygian nymphs,

as beautiful in their black lake
as the Graeae were foul,

the kunee,
cap of invisibility,

the kbisis, a leather pouch in
which to carry the Gorgon's head,

and winged sandals
so that he might fly.

They say he flew out
so far,

he came to the place where
the great titan, Atlas, stood,

whose punishment it was
to hold up the heavens.

And he called out
to the sad giant.

But his voice was tiny.

Medusa!

Medusa the Gorgon!
How can I find her?

Is it a man?

All sounds are small.

Oh,

you make such a noise
about your destiny.

I am tired of bearing
the weight of heavens.

But if I let go, the sky
will fall on your heads.

I seek Medusa, the Gorgon,

whose look turns to stone.

The Gorgon?

The Gorgon is on a rock
at the edge of the world.

I dream she passes and
her stare turns me to stone.

No more weight.

Come closer.

Come closer!
Come closer!

Was she waiting?

She was waiting for him,
wasn't she?

Oh, yes, she was waiting.
Oh, stop it!

He lands on the island.
Imagine!

Moving through statues, through
people the gorgon has frozen to stone.

And he's wearing his cap,
and he's clutching his sword,

but none of those things
seem to help him.

He's invisible
but he's sure she can see him.

She can smell him!

He's frightened,
so frightened.

He's here, sisters.
He's come.

The man who seeks us is here.
Wake, sisters, wake.

Why won't you show yourself,
stranger?

Are you frightened?

Where are you?
I can't see you.

He wants to look at her,
wants to turn.

The voice
tempting him to turn.

She can't see him,
but her voice can charm him.

He's invisible, but if he
looks at her, he's finished.

I like to be looked at.

And I like to look, too.

Where are you?

Look into my eyes.
There's a world in my eyes.

Where are you, stranger?

Why don't you look at me.

I like to be looked at.

Can you see me?

Medusa!

Oh, sister!

Where is he? Kill him!

He did it!
He did it!

Who are these
other Gorgons?

You never mentioned 3 Gorgons.

If I told the whole story,
your head would burst.

There is no one story,

there are branches, rooms,
like this place,

rooms, corridors, dead ends.

What about the minutes
his mother spent waiting,

the minutes running away,
what happened to them?

Or Diktys, his family broken
on a whim?

Or Acrisius the king, haunted,
whose sleep is always fitful,

who cannot forget
the oracle?

Yes, the Gorgon
had sisters.

Yes, Perseus turned
the sad giant atlas to stone.

I can't tell you--
hang on, hang on,

he turned Atlas to stone?

He flew past Atlas and
took pity on the poor giant,

showed him the sad eye,

let him sleep the long
sleep of a mountain.

Atlas! Atlas!

I did not forget.

And then home, home, with
the Gorgon's head in his hands,

his sword pointing the way
in front of him.

Perhaps he's too late.

Perhaps his mother has
been taken to the palace.

Perhaps Polydektes
has already married her.

Who's this?

Don't you know me,
Polydektes?

Perseus!

Let her go.

I have brought you a gift
for your wedding.

Would you look on it?

Oh, you've brought me
the Gorgon's head, have you?

I have.

My friends,

the boy has been
to the end of the world

and come back
with the Medusa's head.

I advise you
to remove yourselves.

One look--
is this right, boy?

One look and we shall
all be petrified!

That's right.

Oh, dear, I think we'll show
our true colors.

Is anyone else
frightened of a story?

Of a child's nightmare?

The Gorgon?

So weak!

Will no one stay with me?

He's lying!

It's a dream.

Come boy.

Sit.

Eat with me.

I dreamed of dark.

I dreamed of light.

I dreamed I was a king.

I dreamed I was a god's son.

I dreamed your limbs
grew heavy

and your blood
turned to sand.

And I dreamed you cried out.

He turned him to stone.
Ha! Good!

So the oracle was wrong?

What?

Acrisius.

The oracle said Perseus
would kill his grandfather,

and he didn't.

I went to the oracle once.

Never ask.

You never hear
what you hope for.

When Danae told Perseus
about his birth,

about the oracle,

Perseus felt compassion
for Acrisius.

He decided
to return to Argos

and promise his grandfather
he would do him no harm.

Good.

But what does it take
for an accident to happen?

Imagine, after standing
for 1000 winters,

this roof should suddenly
give up its spirit,

fall on our head.

What?

What is that?
Chance? Fate?

The god's sport? So it was
with Perseus and Acrisius.

The old king
heard of Perseus' deeds,

fled from Argos,

hid from him in the
narrow lanes of Larissa.

Perseus traveled slowly to Argos,
stopping off on the way.

There was a contest
at Larissa.

He stopped for it.
Hurled the discus. Wild.

Past all the others.
Hurled it into the sky.

Watch out!

Acrisius, haunted,
stood in the crowd.

The discus sought him out
with the strength of an oracle,

found him, killed him.

So the oracle was true.
That's terrible.

Oh, yes, oracles are true.

Stories are true.

There are monsters
at the end of the world.

There are looks that can kill,

and who has not
been petrified with fear?

Ask Athene,
warrior daughter of Zeus,

weaver, maker of spiders.

She will tell you
the things I cannot.

She will sing the praises
of Perseus the hero,

father of the Argives,

the Gorgon slayer.