The sun shined brightly out over the crystal blue waters as Medea leaned atop the bow of the massive ship once known as the Argo. Medea fought back the tide of memories that sought to overwhelm her. It was a day just like this. . .so many years ago. . .Damn you, Jason!! Tears began to roll down her cheeks, despite her efforts and she took another drink from Dionysus' cup.
"Are you well, Medea?" Aeolus' voice asked from behind her. She gestured, realizing that she was still wearing only the toga she had one the day before (and was likely revealing more of herself than she cared to), and her garments transformed into the more modern clothing she generally wore on her island home. "I'm fine, Aelous, really."
"Then let us be off." Aelous gestured as the winds rose behind the ship's enormous sails and carried it out across the waters.
Medea looked around at her teammates. Aelous had only deigned to bring a few of them along on this trip, Argus for his strength and bravery, and Morpheus, for a number of reasons, although he looked half-asleep. Although, to Medea, it seemed he always looked that way.
"Medea, Morpheus, your turns." Aelous commented as the winds picked up and carried the ship into the air. "I will never get to used to this." Arges commented, looking over the side of the ship.
"Give me your dreams," Morpheus said, a red light peeking out from his dark eyes, "Dreams of traveling far beyond the shores of man or god. Dreams of crossing the vast distances of the worlds unknown to any." The god spoke and blew a small mound of sand out of his outstretched palm. The sands swirled and coalesced and surrounded the ship as he continued speaking. Medea was never quite sure what was happening when he did this, although she knew more of magic than she'd ever dreamed she would learn as the daughter of an ancient king.
"Onward, to our journey's end!" Aelous shouted, as the ship passed through a starry void, resembling the night sky. "Onward. . .to the ASYLUM!" And the winds and sands rose again, as the combination of dreams and magic carried them forward. . .
