Medusa walked back to the corner of her shop and grabbed a glass bottle off a shelf. Moving her walking stick and using it as a guide, she found her way back to us.
“Take this.” She said, extending out the glass bottle.
I took it and tried peeking inside, but the whole bottle was covered in pink fog. It was cold to the touch, and two words were inscribed on the surface.
“Unicorn soul…” I muttered, and looked up to Medusa puzzled.
“You have your spirit of Pegasus, and I have my new scented candle. Shoo, now children. Go on and don’t disturb mama Medusa again.” She exaggerated, waving her walking stick in the air, and bending her back lower than necessary.
“You don’t even look thirty.” Leo commented.
“I’m thirteen decades old, boy! I just use a really good anti-aging cream.” s
