Jason

Jason is, in the Greek mythology, the son of Aeson and the chief of the Argonauts.
When his uncle Pelias usurped the throne of Iolcus and killed Aeson Jason was smuggled off to the centaur Chiron, who hid him secretly on Mount Pelion.
Jason came back in his twenties and Pelias promised him his rightful kingdom if he would bring the Golden Fleece to Boeotia.
Jason assembled Greece's bravest heroes and together they sailed in the Argo in quest of the fleece. Among the 50 Argonauts were Heracles, Castor and Polydeuces, Calais and Zethes, Tiphus, Nestor, Ancaeus and Orpheus.
On their journey the Argonauts were seduced by beautiful women, attacked by warriors, buffeted by storms, and challenged by monstrous creatures.
The argonauts first landed on the island Limnos. It was ruled by women because all the men had been killed for ignoring their wives for the thracian slave women.
The argonauts spent some days with these women, and again Lemnos would have children.
With the help of many, incluiding the goddesss Athena, who helped building the boat (and a piece of Zeus' holy oaktree in Dodona was put inwise), profets and the sorceress Medea, daughter of Aeëtes, the king of Colchis, who fell in love with him, Jason managed to return to Iolchus.
Later he was forced to move to Corinth, were, after several other episodes, he managed to live calmly and is said to have died an old man while sleeping next to his beloved ship Argos.

In my story, some centuries after the Greek Hero, Jason has just started his trip.
He crossed the Atlantic with his most brave Argonaut, reach safe land again and, after being busy mending his boat and a bit lost with the pleasures of life, like our old heros in Limnos, he gathered his forces and moved towards his destiny.

And his journey has just begun...

Never a Medea, I rather see myself as a inhabitant of Limnos (would that make me a Limousine?!), and I feel very honoured to have shared a little bit of my own life with an Ancient Hero.
Of those that no one believes they still exist.
Well they do.
And sometimes they can even make me wish to be Princess of Corinth one day.
With no Medea to cut my head and kill my child, though.

Tempus fugit, manet amor.

Have a safe trip, brave Jason.

And return happy and glorious one day.