They called her monster. He called her friend. But he still cut off her head. Sending Medusa away to work in Athena's temple was supposed to keep her safe. To shield her from wandering eyes, because her mother feared such beauty could bring her death. Soon, she would learn, that fear was indeed a prophecy. All it took was one glimpse for Poseidon to know he had to have her. One look. One fateful night. And life would never be the same again. Athena, furious about what happens that night between her priestess and her brother, cares not that Medusa was an unwilling participant and curses her so that no man will ever want her again. But Perseus doesn't care that Medusa is a monster. No matter how many women he encounters, he's haunted by her memory. So he stands by her, a friend...until given the opportunity to marry a princess and take his rightful place as son of Zeus. Now he will stop at nothing to obtain his throne. Even if that means killing his friend.