[ WP ] - Medusa , having spent hundreds of years turning trespassers into stone comes upon something she never expected , a blind man .

The bent wooden staff clicked against the cragged stones, tapping a rhythm that echoed through the caves. The old man walked in pace with his tapping, stopping every so often to listen to the world he could not see. 
 
 His grey robes were travel-worn, but well kept. His hair and beard were long, but neat. Nothing about his appearance would be seen as out of the ordinary... save for his eyes. They were milky white, once vibrant blue but now obscured; like a full moon behind heavy clouds. 
 
 He kept his pace, meandering through the cavernous chamber, until he heard something that would have caused a lesser man to flee. He stopped, dead still, waiting. 
 
 There it was again! It sounded like... a hiss. 
 
 `` Serpent Queen!'' the old man bellowed, his voice deep and commanding. `` I have come on behalf of the towns people. They wish to relay a message to you.'' 
 
 Something snickered from deep within the cave. The blind man heard something scraping against the stone walls... moving closer. 
 
 `` They ssend a blind man, so I can not turn you to sstone? Do they think me defenselesss? I asssure you, I am not,'' the creature spoke, venom in her words. 
 
 `` They wished me to have the chance to at least speak to you... seeing as how none of the young men who have come here have ever returned,'' the old man spoke, drawing himself up to his full height. 
 
 `` I have returned them. I throw them off the cliff. Sspeak now, what is it that you pathetic mortalss wissh to ssay to me?'' the old man could feel her breath against his skin. She was so close now. 
 
 `` They wish me to tell you that your time has come. That you will die,'' the old man whispered. 
 
 The creature laughed, a shrill cry that bounced around the cavern. 
 
 `` How,'' she said, `` would they ever hope to accomplissh that?'' 
 
 The old man spun and whipped his staff around with incredible speed, smashing the demon in the head. She flew across the cave, and the old man ran after her, staff trailing behind. 
 
 `` Medusa!'' he called, `` I am Tiresias, the seer! I can see what you will do before you will do it, and now, I see that you will DIE!'' 
 
 Medusa sprang off the ground, fully recovered. She whipped her tail around, aiming to take off Tiresias's head. 
 
 Tiresias drove his staff into the ground and pulled, shooting his body back and over the danger. He landed on his feet, taking his staff with him. 
 
 He threw his staff in the air and kicked it, sending it flying towards the serpentine figure. She sidestepped, and swiped at his shoulder. The old man caught her clawed hand in his, and used her momentum to throw her to the ground. 
 
 He picked up his staff off the ground, raised it high, and slammed it down into the creatures eyes; first one then the other. 
 
 Medusa let out a horrible, shrill scream, which weaved its way around the cave, shaking the walls and causing rocks to crack and shatter. 
 
 The old man drove the staff down into her throat, silencing the creature with finality. 
 
 Panting, the Tiresias stepped away from Medusa's corpse, and smiled. 
 
 `` How many could have done what I have done?'' he wondered out loud. `` It would seem that it is often our weaknesses that make us capable of things the strong could never imagine.''
