Years ago, when darkness began to grow powerful and possessive across the world, the All-Father Odin chose the most powerful human mage among humanity—a man named Tom Riddle. Master of all elemental magic, Tom was given a divine mission: to stop the evil spreading through Earth at the hands of dark mages and demons.
After completing this mission, Odin rewarded Tom with a magical mirror. But days later, on a fateful night, Odin grew wary. Tom's power was increasing rapidly, and Odin feared that one day, he might turn his gaze toward Asgard in search of even more power. So, he sent his son—Thor, the God of Thunder—to eliminate him.
Thor arrived and first slew Tom Riddle's wife, Marvola. Enraged and desperate, Tom used his magic to trap his young son, Tom Marvola Riddle, inside the magical mirror in an attempt to save him. Moments later, Thor struck Tom Riddle down with a thunderous blow. With the mage dead and his son hidden within the mirror, Thor believed no one was left.
Nineteen years later…
Stheno, the younger sister of Queen Medusa, was once again exploring the realm of Norse mythology, despite Medusa's strict orders to stay away. Soaring through the skies with her sky magic, she scanned the land below, her golden eyes catching sight of a ruined, abandoned house hidden deep within a forest.
Curious, she descended and landed gracefully in front of the house. The structure was worn down by time, its walls crumbling and its aura heavy with forgotten energy. Pushing the door open, Stheno stepped inside. The interior was in shambles—shattered furniture, broken shelves, and dust everywhere. In one corner, two long-decayed corpses lay still, untouched for years.
Her curiosity deepened as she made her way to the basement. There, she found something extraordinary: a large, ancient mirror. Strange magical symbols glowed faintly around the frame, etched into the glass in a language older than time.
"If I give this to my sister Medusa, maybe she won't be so mad at me," Stheno whispered with a cheerful tone, a smile tugging at her lips.
Channeling her space magic, she opened a glowing portal, carefully levitating the mirror through it before stepping in herself. On the other side, she appeared in the grand royal chamber of Queen Medusa.
Medusa, sitting regally upon her obsidian throne, narrowed her eyes at the sudden arrival. "Stheno! How dare you go to Norse mythology again?" she thundered, her voice laced with fury.
Stheno quickly bowed her head. "I'm really, really sorry! I promise I won't do it again—but I brought you a gift!" she said quickly, placing the mirror before the throne.
Medusa's sharp gaze shifted to the mirror. Rising from her throne, she walked forward and examined the ancient spells etched around the glass. Her fingertips brushed the surface, and she muttered, "Fine. I forgive you. Now go."
Grinning with relief, Stheno bowed again and left the room.
Medusa, now alone, placed the mirror on a table near her chair and studied it for a while. Satisfied for the moment, she left her chamber. Hours passed, and night fell over the palace.
When she returned to her room, the moonlight barely lit the floor. Medusa laid on her bed, attempting to sleep—but a strange sensation prickled at her senses, as though someone was watching her.
Uneasy, she rose and secured the windows, snuffing out every source of light until darkness swallowed the room. But then—light.
A soft glow emitted from the mirror.
Drawn to it, Medusa stepped closer. Within the glass, she didn't see her reflection. Instead, she saw… a room. Not her own. A different one—another side entirely.
There was a table, a chair, shelves of books, a simple bed, and fresh flowers in a vase. In the corner, a magical staff rested against the wall. It was as if the mirror was a window, not just a relic. A portal. And someone—or something—might be inside.
A 24-year-old man stepped into the room beyond the mirror. He was dressed entirely in black—tight-fitting clothes beneath a flowing cloak. His body was strong, athletic, and his face… unusually beautiful. Handsome in a way that seemed otherworldly.
As he entered the room, Medusa's voice cut through the silence.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
But the young man ignored her completely. He walked past her gaze, took a magical book of dark magic from a nearby shelf, and left the room without saying a single word.
Medusa frowned, irritated. "So, you can't hear me?" she muttered.
Annoyed, she draped a black cloth over the mirror and sneered. "So now I have something special." An evil laugh escaped her lips before she returned to her bed, thoughts racing.
The next day…
Medusa woke early and went straight to the mirror. She removed the cloth and waited.
After a few moments, the mysterious young man reappeared. This time, he looked directly at her. He slowly approached the mirror.
"So, you can see me—but you can't hear me?" Medusa asked.
The boy nodded silently.
Medusa grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote: "How can I talk to you?" Then she held it up for him to read.
The boy reached into his bag and pulled out a live snake. He placed a glass in front of the mirror, grabbed the snake's head, and held it over the glass until it released its venom into it.
Medusa's eyes narrowed. "I understand what you want," she whispered.
She summoned her own venom, letting it drip into a second glass. Both glasses now sat on opposite sides of the mirror.
Then the boy held up a scroll with an ancient spell written on it.
Medusa smiled slowly. "Alright, I understand."
She raised her hand and chanted, "Ventus Gladio Volantus!"
In an instant, her glass appeared before the boy—transported through the mirror.
Medusa chuckled darkly. "Well… you'll die if you drink my poison."
The boy lifted the glass without hesitation and downed it like it was juice. Then he smiled.
Finally, he spoke for the first time. His voice was smooth, steady, and confident.
"My name is Tom Marvola Riddle, Medusa."