Medea the Enchantress Read online

  CONTENTS

  1 DANGER!

  2 NO OFFENSE

  3 JASON

  4 PARTNERS

  5 THE ARGO

  6 TROUBLEMAKERS

  7 HUNGRY

  8 CLASHER CRUSHERS

  9 THREE TASKS

  10 ESCAPING

  11 MAGICASTERS

  12 ENCHANTMENT ACADEMY

  ABOUT THE AUTHORS

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  —J. H. and S. W.

  1

  Danger!

  TWELVE-YEAR-OLD MEDEA TWIRLED A LOCK of her long black hair around a gold-tipped laurel-wood wand. Her wand was magic. A standard school supply, it had been issued to her at Enchantment Academy earlier in the year. With each twirl of the wand, streaks of rainbow sparkles zinged from its tip through her hair. And each time she unwound the curl from her wand, the streaks quickly faded to black again.

  However, as she sat on a window seat in the throne room of her father’s palace in the land of Colchis on the Black Sea, Medea didn’t notice any of this. Instead, her blue eyes were glued to the scroll in her lap. It was last week’s issue of Teen Scrollazine. On Friday she had traded her lunch money for it to a girl at school named Glauce. (Totally worth it!) It was Sunday night now, and all weekend Medea had been sneaking around here at home, reading the ’zine in secret.

  Not only was T-zine full of fashion advice and news stories, it contained a column penned by Pheme, the goddessgirl of gossip. Her column was all about the exploits of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus. And it was especially delicious this week!

  It seemed that Aphrodite, the goddessgirl of love and beauty, had worn painted bronze accessories with one of her dazzling pink chitons recently, setting off a new fashion craze among mortals on Earth. Also, Eros, the godboy of love, was testing out mini-size versions of his magic crush-causing arrows. And if Pheme had her facts straight, some students in a class called Hero-ology, which was taught by Mr. Cyclops at Mount Olympus Academy, would soon embark on a mysterious, heroic adventure!

  Suddenly Medea’s head popped up like she was a rabbit scenting danger. Footsteps! And voices! King Aeëtes (her dad) and Circe (her aunt) were coming her way! With a quick wave of her wand, she caused the window seat’s curtains to magically whip shut around it, closing her off from the rest of the room. There was no telling what her dad would do if he caught her reading the ’zine.

  He had strict rules, and he disapproved of Teen Scrollazine big-time. He only wanted her to read things that made her “smarter.” Which he claimed gossip didn’t. Maybe not, but in her opinion Pheme’s column was a lot of fun. And shouldn’t reading be fun? Often the reading material her dad did approve of (hello, encyclopedia scrolls?) wasn’t.

  Besides, there was other stuff in the ’zine too. A few weeks ago there had even been an article about her dad’s amazing cape. The one he’d nicknamed the Golden Fleece. But even that article—which had been stuffed with facts—hadn’t impressed him. Still, everyone she knew practically devoured the stories in the ’zine. If she didn’t do the same, she wouldn’t know what they were talking about at school on Monday!

  Stomp, stomp! Tap, tap! The two sets of footsteps stopped right outside the window seat where she sat. Medea held the ’zine against her chest and tried not to breathe too loudly.

  “I’ve had a vision. Danger is coming,” she heard her aunt Circe say in that special faraway voice she used when she was telling a prophecy. Not only was she Medea’s aunt, she was also one of the greatest sorceresses of all time and the principal of Enchantment Academy, where Medea attended school.

  The king’s voice tightened. “Explain.”

  Medea heard the jangle of bracelets and knew her typically dramatic aunt must be waving her hands expressively as she announced, “A thief will soon come to Colchis to steal your Golden Fleece!”

  Medea’s eyes rounded and she let out a tiny gasp. Luckily, her dad snorted at the same time, covering the sound she’d made.

  “Probably thanks to the article in that blabby Teen Scrollazine telling the world about it!” said the king. “But the serpent-dragon I have guarding the fleece should stop any thief. I’m not worried.”

  Medea’s gaze shot to the windowpane behind her. In a distant part of the realm she could see green puffs of smoke rising into the air. They were coming from the fiery snout of the very dragon her father spoke of. One that never slept and always prowled around the sacred grove where the fleece hung, unblinkingly keeping guard on it. The serpent-dragon obeyed her father faithfully and no one else.

  A ray of sunlight fell upon the fleece where it hung from the grove’s largest and most splendid oak tree. The picture of a fierce-looking ram’s head that was embroidered on it with golden thread momentarily gleamed like fire. That cape was cool, she had to admit. It was woven from the wool (aka fleece) of a rare and famous ram (a male sheep). Her dad displayed the fleece on a high branch outdoors in order to honor its origins as a wild animal.

  The king only wore his fleece cape on super-duper special occasions, but he adored it so much that he went to visit it every day. He’d even had a jeweled chair set below it so he could sit and admire the cape for as long as he wanted. Sometimes Medea thought he loved that fleece more than her!

  “That’s not all,” Circe went on now. “This thief will be a handsome boy who will steal the heart of your daughter as well.”

  At this information Medea whipped her head toward the sound of their voices again. Handsome boy? She scooched quietly across the window seat cushion and parted the curtains a crack with the tip of her wand, just in time to see her dad frown.

  “What? Medea’s only twelve. Much too young to be thinking about boys,” he huffed.

  Circe arched an eyebrow at him. “Some girls her age do get crushes, you know. Not all, but some.”

  Her dad sliced his hand through the air, shaking his head in his usual bossy, kingly way. “Medea’s not going to go on her first date till she’s eighteen. No, make that thirty years old. I won’t allow it.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. And I didn’t say she would be going on dates anytime soon. I said she might get a crush,” said Circe. “She’s growing up whether you like it or not.”

  “Ha! Well, maybe I’ll just put out a proclamation that any boy caught within a mile of my daughter will be jailed! That’ll put a stop to any heart stealing.” Looking pleased with this solution, yet still a little worried, the king turned to go.

  However Circe’s next words stopped him. “Even an extreme measure like that is unlikely to prevent my prophecy from coming true.” The king whirled toward her, frowny faced again. Before he could interrupt, she rushed on. “Listen, brother, I have an idea. I’ve been invited to substitute-teach a class at Mount Olympus Academy this coming week. I could use a couple of student assi
stants. Since danger is looming here, why don’t you let me take Medea away to safety at MOA?”

  Ooh! This is reeeally getting interesting! thought Medea. Danger was coming. She might get to go to MOA with her aunt. How exciting! And a crush? Well, she wasn’t that into liking boys, but whatever. She didn’t have to crush on anyone she didn’t want to, no matter what appeared in Circe’s visions, right?

  Rising to her knees on the cushion, she angled her head for a better view of her dad’s face. Her aunt was one of those cool grown-ups who “got” kids and let them have fun, within reason. But one look at her dad’s expression, and her hopes of going on an adventure to the school attended by awesome immortals like Aphrodite and Pheme were pretty much dashed.

  “Medea go with you? I don’t think so,” the king said, scoffing at the idea. “I would trust no one—not even you—to guard the princess of this kingdom in a place so far away. I might let her visit MOA someday, but only after I’m certain that her magic skills have been perfected to a point where she can protect herself, or at least not embarrass our realm.”

  Medea felt her cheeks burn. Her dad treated her like a little kid sometimes! His rules for her were way stricter than those he had for his royal subjects. He was always trying to control her every move, forever bossing her around. “Go here! Do this! Don’t do that! Get your homework done! No reading Teen Scrollazine!” At least, that’s how it seemed to her.

  He wouldn’t let her hang out with kids he didn’t approve of either, and he wouldn’t let her board at the Academy like everyone else did. She was the only student enrolled at EA who had to travel to and from home. That meant a half hour of travel by wand magic from Colchis way over to the Academy on Aeaea Island and back. Every. Single. Day. Not only was that a big pain logistically, it also meant she had zero chance of being one of the students invited to join the Magicasters Club in the upcoming annual tryouts. Because that club met after school, while she was here at home in Colchis.

  “If you don’t give your daughter any freedom to make her own mistakes, she’ll never learn how to take care of herself,” Circe argued.

  “Exactly my point. My precious little girl is still a baby in many ways. It’s my job to protect her since she cannot take care of herself. We don’t want her burning MOA down with those eyes of hers, do we? Zeus might not take kindly to that!”

  Medea’s fingers fisted, one hand clenching her wand and her other crunching the scrollazine she still held. Grr. She squinched her eyes shut so they wouldn’t flash and give her hiding place away. Or cause a fire hazard! The granddaughter of the sun god Helios, she’d been born with eyes that flashed fiery-hot, golden light rays whenever she felt strong negative emotions. Like now, when she was totally and completely annoyed by her dad!

  Or like the time when she was four years old and some mean kids made off with a pile of seashells she’d been collecting on the beach. She glared at those kids so hard, they got sunburns. Most people thought they’d just been out in the sun too long that day, but Medea’s dad and aunt knew better. After that, they watched her closely and made rules.

  Still, they couldn’t watch her all the time, and well, sometimes people just stressed her out or made her mega-mad! After the sunburn incident there had been the tomato incident back in first grade. That had sort of been her classmate Glauce’s fault, though. And it had marked the beginning of Medea secretly nicknaming that girl her “frenemy.” Because that term meant “a person who sometimes acts like a friend and other times acts like an enemy.” Which described Glauce 100 percent!

  Not wanting to think about that horrible tomato incident right now, Medea gave her head a shake to clear it and then went back to eavesdropping.

  “I’m only saying that maybe you should allow Medea to fall on her face a few times. Let her suffer the consequences of her mistakes,” she heard her aunt say. “She’ll learn from it.”

  Yeah, Dad. It’s only for a week. Let me fall on my face if I want to, Medea whispered, but only in her mind. She didn’t really think anything bad would happen if she got to go to MOA with her aunt. Happy scenes of just the opposite filled her head. If she did get the chance, she promised herself she wouldn’t trip up. Instead she would find a way to make a fabulous impression on the immortals who went to school there. And news of her success would find its way back to her dad. She smiled dreamily, imagining his proud face when that happened.

  “Don’t forget that if you let her go to MOA, you might be able to thwart the heart-stealing part of my vision. Which might prevent the fleece-stealing part from coming true as well,” coaxed Circe.

  Her dad scowled at her aunt. “I said no, and that’s final!” he roared.

  Stomp, stomp! Tap, tap! Her father’s and aunt’s footsteps faded from the room as they exited it and moved down the hall. Medea parted the curtains a tad wider and held her ear to the opening, listening for more.

  “I’m not going to let this go!” Circe was insisting.

  Score! thought Medea upon hearing this. Because her aunt was very good at getting her way. Once it was quiet, Medea leaped from her hiding place.

  When her red lace-up sandals touched the floor, she did a little happy dance out of the throne room. Then, all the way down the long, marble-tiled hall to her bedroom, she waved the rolled-up ’zine like a parade leader with a baton.

  Confident of Circe’s ability to eventually persuade her dad, she decided to go pack her sleepover things and pick out the perfect accessories to wear with her school uniform tomorrow. Because she had a feeling she would almost certainly be traveling on from EA to Mount Olympus! If she could do something while there to make her dad proud, then maybe, just maybe, he’d stop being so bossy. And after she came back from MOA, he might even agree to let her board at Enchantment Academy and just come home on school breaks or on weekends like other kids. That way, she’d have a chance at joining the Magicasters Club after all! Squee!

  As she came to a stop before her wardrobe and began going through her stuff, she recalled her aunt saying that she could use a couple of assistants. Hmm. Which other student from EA would Circe choose to go with them?

  2

  No Offense

  NO OFFENSE, BUT YOU REALLY shouldn’t hold your magic wand that way,” said a fake-sweet voice. “It’s dangerous. Remember the exploding tomato incident?”

  Medea winced and glanced at the speaker—the pretty, blond Glauce. Her frenemy. Even though her dad had (reluctantly) agreed to let his baby come to Mount Olympus Academy, it turned out that Glauce was the other student Circe had chosen from Enchantment Academy to assist her here all this week. Drat! How was Medea supposed to shine at MOA with the wonderful and magically accomplished Glauce casting a shadow of greatness over her?

  It was now Monday morning, and just fifteen minutes ago Circe had cast a spell on the two girls that had caused their wands to glow with travel magic. This had whisked Glauce and Medea from EA to MOA, where they now stood in the middle of a group of students about their age in the Hero-ology classroom.

  Of course I recall the tomato incident, Medea thought as everyone awaited Circe’s arrival. (Her aunt had sent the girls on before her.) How could she forget, with Glauce reminding her every school year since they were six years old?

  Here’s what happened that awful day: Medea had been holding her magic wand in preparation for doing her first “spell-casting test on faraway things.” She’d been calm and ready.

  But then Glauce had said something like, “Good luck. Don’t mess up like you usually do.” It was that kind of half-nice, half-mean comment that was typical of this confusing girl. And it had gotten Medea so rattled and unsure that she had mixed up the wand positions.

  Splat! She’d caused the tomato, a target that sat way across the classroom by the teacher’s desk, to blow up instead of grow up to pumpkin size as she’d intended. The explosion had spattered bright orange-red goo and seeds all over the teacher and a few of her classmates, too.

  But why did Glauce have to go
and bring that up now? In front of two dozen or so immortal and mortal students at MOA, no less! They had all turned to look at the two girls when they first appeared.

  And now to make things worse, Glauce reached over and repositioned Medea’s wand while everyone in class was still staring. “There, that’s better. First is resting position,” Glauce said in satisfaction, after angling Medea’s wand from third position to first.

  There were five proper angles at which to hold a wand, and Glauce was right that first was the safest way to keep your wand from accidentally doing magic. In first position you grasped a wand in your fist with its magic-tip end pointing down between your third and fourth fingers.

  However, third position, where you held the wand like a pencil with thumb and index finger on top and the wand resting on your middle finger, was considered almost as safe. It was a neutral position that allowed a wand’s powers to be in gear and at the ready. And you never knew when you might need to use your magic, right?

  Medea felt like reminding Glauce of that. Instead she heard herself give a nervous giggle, then say, “Thanks. Wouldn’t want to cause another boom-in-the-room or a tomato volcano or a—”

  “Okay, okay, enough. Stop embarrassing us in front of these immortals,” said Glauce, rolling her eyes at Medea’s lame-o jokes. She fluffed her curly blond hair with one hand and smiled around at the curious onlookers.

  Medea stared down at her wand, turning it around and around in her hands. It was kind of humiliating to be scolded in front of these strangers she’d so wanted to impress. She should’ve known Glauce would be the other assistant chosen for this trip, though. Her frenemy was the best student in their Wand-Waving class and a shoo-in to be invited into the supercool Magicasters Club during next week’s tryouts. Medea knew she should be grateful for her suggestions. It was just that the way Glauce offered those suggestions could be sooo annoying!

  Still, she didn’t dare offend the girl. For some reason Glauce had decided to include her in her circle of popular friends, and Medea didn’t want to get on her bad side. Besides, there were times when Glauce could be a real pal. Like once when Medea had forgotten her wand at home during fourth-grade finals and Glauce used her travel magic to fetch it. Yet at other times this girl seemed to purposely look for ways to put her down.