She had been caught by the gorgon a moment before striking the killing blow, arm forever raised in stone.
Centuries later, foreign archeologists found her ‘statue’ and couldn’t accept the idea of a woman warrior. They chiseled the sword out of her hand and replaced her shield with a flower basket. They wrapped her up in canvas and carried her back to their museum.
One day the magic imprisoning her began to weaken, and her arm fell as a slap across the face of a graduate student.
It was an awkward meeting for her first girlfriend in two thousand years.

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