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Post by Herc's_Girl on Jul 29, 2010 22:22:39 GMT -5
This is real great!
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Post by megatude on Aug 17, 2010 16:29:47 GMT -5
It seemed that the two young girls weren't the only ones plagued by uncertainty. Hercules' mind was reeling as he sailed through the sea of night stars atop Pegasus, their destination fast approaching. It had been routine ever since he'd first discovered his true birthright as a teenager, to visit the infamous temple of the mighty God, Zeus, his biological father. Theses nightly meetings consisted of; sharing events of the day, and seeking fatherly advice. Which what was exactly on his mind for quite some time. While he had discussed his troubles and concerns with Torrin, but sometimes it helped to seek out multiple points of advise. The temple structure soon came into view. Considering the time of night it was, there were no worshippers present, no distressed farmers pleading for a successful harvest come spring, and no childless couples seeking furtility. The winged beast's glossy white coat seemed to almost glow from the reflected light of the ice cold, full moon. He landed soundlessly outside the columned entrance, out of respect and reverence. Within the structure, an intimidating and renouned stone-figure, reaching nearly to the open ceiling in height, sat quietly upon his throne. The hero dismounted his steed and approached the monstrous, bearded statue.
"Good evening, father."
A forceful gust of wind pressed against his back. Torches and braziers throughout the room were suddenly brought to life with a spark, engulfing the entire space with a fiery light. The seemingly lifeless figure's eyes pried open with the sound of grinding stones. The presence of Zeus temporarily resided within the stone likeness.
"Hercules, my boy!" The god's booming voice echoed throughout the chamber. "I saw your heroic deeds this morning against the Harpies. Congratulations, my son!"
Hercules smiled at his father's praise. But it was not wholehearted.
Zeus sensed his troubled spirit. "Is there something wrong?"
He nodded. "Maybe...I don't know."
"Well, come now, spit it out."
Hercules shuffled his feet, feeling extremely awkward. "Remember the girl I've been telling you about?"
The statue nodded. "Ah yes, the auburn haired foreigner. Have you won her over yet?" He hedged and winked. "Not really...no."
Zeus slammed the armrests of his throne with his rock hands. "And why not? You're my boy, after all. You may not know it but I was once quite the ladies man in my youth. If your mother hadn't captured my heart and tamed my manner..." He gave a wry chuckle, which sounded like the hollow echo from a deep well, coming from the throat of the statue.
Hercules rolled his eyes. His immortal father often liked to brag of his exploits, whether past or present. Though his mother had quite a different story concerning their courtship, But that was entirely beside the point. He was beginning to think that that going to his father was not such an inspired idea after all.
"So you would naturally inherit these attributes from me. Which is why I cannot understand your difficulty in wooing this particular girl."
"It's not that simple, father", Herc complained. "Meg's just not impressed by any of my accomplishments." He cupped a hand to his chin. "Perhaps that is what I find most intriguing about her..."
"Ah", exclaimed Zeus. "The thrill of pursuit."
Herc shook his head. "No, father. I believe this is much more than just a passing infatuation. When Meg's life was in danger...I was willing to do anything to save her...even give my own life."
Zeus was slightly taken aback. Hercules had never expressed such sentiments. Perhaps he had truly fallen in love. "What draws you to her?"
Hercules didn't have to think long. "She's smart, brave, funny, loyal...she's just simply amazing."
Zeus nodded. "Then the only advise I can give to you, my son, is to continue to respect the young women. And if you're meant to be together, it will work out. Keep up the good work!" With that, the statue once again became as it was, silent as stone.
The flames that lit the temple extinguished. The young hero groaned, still as unsure of what he should do as he was when he confronted his father, emotionally exhausted. With the lull of sleep calling him home, he finally turned to his faithful companion and, together, headed back to the Villa.
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In the dead of the night, when light-treaders retreat to the safety of their beds. This was when the shapers of evil worked in bulk. The two pint-sized birds slowly weaved through the darkness toward their destination. Pain and Panic's humiliating shape was for the sole purpose of camaflauge, despite the fact that their mission of tactical espionage had failed. Hades would not be pleased. Finally landing upon the shores of the river Styx, the duo reverted back into their original forms, breathing heavily due to their strenuous journey. Not to mention their certain upcoming punishment.
"Is it just me", Pain began, regaining his breath, "Or is it a lot easier to fly when we're birds?"
"Duh", Panic drolled. "Haven't you ever heard of thermodynamics?"
"No. And neither have you", his purple protege countered. "You've just been listening to Julius' banter about the future for so long you think you're some kind of know-it-all now."
Panic sniffed indignantly. "Well, maybe you could learn a think or two yourself if you paid more attention to factors other than your gut!" He poked a sharp claw into Pain's fleshy abdomen.
"Look who's talking, 'Mr Neurotic'."
While in the midst of their argument, they failed to notice the presence of their volatile superior. Without warning, a wall of intense flame erupted between the unsuspecting Imps, causing the two to jump apart in the explosion. Hades watched as his minions ran about, frantically patting out the flames that threatened to scorch their scaly bodies.
"Evening, boys", grunted the red-faced God. "Nice night for a barbeque, eh?"
At his will, an apron with the words, 'Kill the cook' scrawled across the front, appeared over his billowing tunic. Along with a spatula that he clutched tightly in his fist, slowly melting. The hot metal oozing between his claws and dripping upon the brimstone. "Perhaps you could postpone your petty argument...AND DELIVER THE GOODS!"
The pitiful creatures cowered at their master's violent temperament.
"Did you discover which of the ceinuritas is our boy's descendant?"
The Imps's growing silence told him everything he needed to know. Their beedy eyes shifted nervously between the other and to the towering doom before them, positive that they'd pissed off their boss for the last time. They shut their eyes, awaiting their plunge into the swirling vortex. Surprisingly, the short-tempered God took some slow, steady breaths, his color returning to its normal gray pallor.
When the Imps realized that they were not being incinerated, they took a cautionary peek.
Pain dared to ask, "You're...not mad?"
Hades threw a casual wave. "Mad? For what reason should I be mad? This is only the umpteenth time you two have messed-up a simple assignment. I should be use to it by now." He clasped his hands tightly behind his back and turned his back to them, as if taking in the luxurious view of the numerous craters of the Underworld. "I'm only trying to claim rule over the future world by manipulating control over time itself. The elemental key to Julius' submission is within my grasp. But can you even uncover her identity?..."
With speed only credited to a God, Hades turned on a dime, bursting into volcanic flames, his face in theirs.
"NO!"
Pain and Panic's reaction was obvious. Their midget frames trembled and shook, threatening to rattle their skeletal forms. It took what little patience he possessed to back off, drawing himself to full height.
"No. No, I will not descintegrate you. If only because you're too stupid, even for self preservation."
They graciously groveled at his cloudy robes. "Oh thank you, boss!" The daemons cried in one accord. "No one is as merciful as you."
The God's pallor threatened to overheat once more, retreating from his minions grimy claws.
"Don't you ever repeat such sentiments!" "You got it, boss", they saluted.
Hades groaned. "The threat of Julius' wife is no longer concerns him. He believes her soul is safe. That is why I need a living victim. Though he's never seen his granddaughter, he's sure to see through a rouse. Morals have this sick sense of recognizing their own kin. So just find her so we can move on."
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Aug 18, 2010 2:41:13 GMT -5
Better and better. I can just hear all the voices. You so have everyone nailed!
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Post by megatude on Sept 17, 2010 17:08:25 GMT -5
A light drizzle misted throughout the valley, while snow dusted the higher elevations. The temperature continued to drop as the year grew late into the winter months. The cold educed a calm quiet that encouraged all inhabitants to hibernate a while longer. After all, not much work could be accomplished when the Sun God hadn't yet stirred from his own bed. Unfortunately, the residents within the Villa of Hercules were about to have their momentary peace rudely slashed. Shortly before the oncoming dawn, a different turn of events was making its way to the outer gates. All of the Villa's occupants were sleeping soundly. Even Phil, the unwary scheduler, failed to rise with the tune of his disciplined body clock, bleating the occasional snore. The light rain fall seemed to keep captive those held in their listless dreams. It was, indeed, a lazy pre-dawn. Unexpectedly, a soft knock resounded at the front door. Though subtle as it was, the gentle rap echoed throughout the massive abode, alerting any and all within. The fact that someone had made it past the heavily ironed gates without first hearing an alarm from the guards was strange in itself, even with the presence to politely knock. Everyone was raised curiously from the blissful slumber, bodies pitched, pushing off from the still warm pillow. All were on the same train of thought; hoping to ignore the disturbance would cause the unannounced intruder to simply give up and retreat. Following so, they fell back upon the comforts of their beds. But the visitor would not be denied until whatever they sought was met. Her patience worn thin and brittle, Meg finally surrendered, kicked off the covers, and marched to the window to investigate who dared disrupt such a tranquil morning.
"What is it?" Zebra wondered as Meg drew the wispy curtains, coming up behind her.
Meg shook her head, the light moisture catching her face. "I can't tell from this angle." Ill-fated, their room was not situated in a position to view the front entrance.
"C'mon." Zebra grabbed her robe. "Let's go check it out."
Meg retrieved her own robe and followed Zebra into the Common Room. When they arrived, hugging their shoulders for warmth, they were met with Marlena, Hercules, Torrin, and Phil. Each one rubbing their puffy eyes awake. The fire-lit hall did nothing to improve their hazy eye sight. Another knock came, more insistent, vibrating the heavy doors. Marlena gave her employer a questioning glance. Communicating; 'What should I do?' Hercules nodded, giving her permission to open the door. She complied, pulling on the iron, metal ring. She immediately backed away as two official looking men barged their way in formation. Dripping wet, their richly garbed tunics bore the image of an owl, embroidered upon the breast, the symbol of the Greek capital, Athens. At least ten men in all. Half stood at attention on either side of the door frame. As if on cue, they each raised a golden trumpet to their lips. The tune that bellowed from their lips seemed a bit shaky due to the weather, but it was very grand and formal. Like the foretelling of a great presence. The other half entered, carrying between them a lavish curtained sedan chair.
Meg wondered; 'Has the Pope come to town?'
Everyone stood with their mouths open in suspense, uncertain of what to do or how to react on the situation before them. Theatrically, the curtain flicked aside, revealing what lied within. Lush pillows with ornate tassels and cushions of deep colors littered the rich interior. And, lounging upon these plush comforts, was a young, elegantly clad woman, smiling brightly with the craze of a teeth whitening commercial. Restless as always, Phil took the initiative and spoke first. Having been driven so rudely from his bed did nothing to improve ill tempered behavior.
"Just who th'heck do ya think ye are, missy?! Forcing yer way in here, like ya own the place, without an appointment!"
If the girl was perturbed she hid it very well, only slightly twitching her nose. Instead, she snapped a long finger and an attendant rushed to her beacon. A stool was placed before her sandaled feet. She extended her hand, palm down, fingers drooping lazily, as her man servant complied and eased her into a more flattering light. In a move only signature women, she tilted her head slightly up to reveal her striking profile. She was quite the impressive speciman; strong aligned cheek-bones, glittering amber eyes, heavily lashed, and a cute button nose. And this was just her face. Her hair was of a dark ebony, so dark that it was almost blue, flowing to her mid-back. Adorning her shapely was a blood-red chemise, made out of the finest silk, with a sheer wrap around her shoulders. Of course she made quite the impression, but with mixed reviews. The goat-man seemed pleased, looking up at his student, future plans brewing within his crafty mind.
"Announcing", a bald attendant boomed. "Her high-OW!" The poor man doubled over as he was promptly elbowed in the gut for speaking out of turn.
"I can speak for myself, Xlaldin", the woman snapped in a hushed voice. She recovered easily and beamed her miss universe smile. "I bring you greetings from Athens." She was addressing everyone, but her peepers were soaking up the meaty form of Hercules. "I am, her highness, Princess Erse, heir to the throne of Crecrops, King of Athens."
Meg snickered to herself. She sounded like she was listing her attributes off a Pokemon card. What next, razor-leaf attacks? She supposed the girl's portable throne could be a makeshift Poke-ball. Without meaning to do so, Meg turned to study Herc's reaction to the royal beauty, out of the corner of her eye. His expression was hard to read, which irked her all the more.
As what seemed appropriate, the household dropped to one knee, even Zebra, in respect for her higher rank in society, all except one strong willed individual.
"Bow!" Phil insisted under his breath.
Meg's legs remained straight and stiff, automatically locking her joints, as she crossed her arms across her chest. Why should she give in to worship this spoiled brat? She wasn't under her rule, or the King's. If her highness was offended she, again, camouflaged it well. Though there was a flash of concern on her face upon the presence of the young women in the household.
"Arise", she commanded graciously.
Everyone obediently came to their feet.
"Uhh, excuse me, Princess.." The hero began as he scratched his head, before she cut him off.
She smiled as he addressed her, her face lighting up with delight. "Oh, please, no formalities, Hero Hercules. Your serviceable reputation and celebrity status almost makes us equals."
The hero quirked his head, unsure as to why such things mattered. "OK...." He cleared his throat. "Pardon me for asking, I mean, we're honored to have you here...."
Someone coughed as if in objection, but nobody caught whom it came from.
"But I'm curious", he continued. "as to why you've made such a trip."
Now it was Princess Erse's turn to look confused. "You mean, you didn't get my notice? But how...." Her Amber eyes narrowed and grew fierce as she turned to one of her servants. "Gandor! You failed to deliver my message?!"
The poor man paled and cowered under his mistress's gaze. He brought up his hands and waved them frantically in his defense. "N...no, your Eminence. I delivered it personally, on your order." He seemed genuinely frightened.
"Then maybe you could explain why Hercules was not expecting my arrival!" The mass of her voice grew with each word.
Gandor fell to his knees before his mistress, face pressed into the marble tiles. "Please. I only did as you commanded."
She pointed a well manicured finger-nail, at her slave, in a gesture of finality. "You shall pay dearly for your failure to carry out my orders."
The room tensed in unbelief. Could she be serious?
Herc took a step forward, not pleased with how things were playing out. "Now hold on..."
"Oh dear", Marlena murmured suddenly, recollection dawning on her. "Sir Hercules.."
"What is it, Marlena?"
"Forgive me, but I do seem to recall a royal scroll delivered a couple moons ago..."
The hero smacked his forehead with the base of his palm, as the realization hit him too. "And I said that I would get to it later", he groaned, finishing her thought.
Relief flooded the young servant's face, now that his life was still intact. Everyone thought that the whole situation was well over exaggerated.
"So you see", Herc continued, approaching the pampered Princess. "if it was anybody's fault, it was my own. And I do apologize. I just get so busy sometimes." Rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"Oh, there's no need for apology", she replied sweetly.
The hero nodded. "Thank you, your majesty."
Meg shook her head in unbelief. The guy was polite to a fault.
"But if you don't mind me saying so", Herc added. "I think you might owe Gandor, here, one."
"Of course", she agreed quickly, though grudgingly. Now that she believed that the blame rested souly upon Hercules' servant's incompetence. "I am sorry, Gandor. You have done well."
Gandor scrambled to his feet, showering his mistress in thanksgiving. "Yes, your majesty, thank you!"
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Post by ellex3 on Sept 17, 2010 23:44:21 GMT -5
oooo yay! you added more! I just started to read it love it so far.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Sept 27, 2010 3:14:47 GMT -5
I was marvoled and simply captivated. Your way of writing is almost like magic. Only when I read thing your write I get swept up and it takes a hard push and a yell of my name before I get pulled back to realitly and go 'huh?' Keep going...please.
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Post by megatude on Dec 1, 2010 17:28:36 GMT -5
So sorry for the delay. The Holidays are great, but they're also very time consuming.
The Princess turned back to the handsome hero. "Now then, the reason for my coming." She paused a moment, calculating, also eating up the delightful sight of Hercules' form. "I happened to be present when you gave that brilliant and moving speech in my kingdom."
Herc nodded. That was when he tried to get Thebes and Athens to discontinue their petty rivalry. But brilliant? Speaking before a large group of people was grueling. He'd have much rather face a mass of Minotaurs than speak in public. Surely she was over-exaggerating his obvious lack in such abilities.
"I have come to discuss such strategies with you at length. I believe that it would be beneficial to all if Athens and Thebes put aside their differences and work as one. After all, we all belong to Mother Greece, do we not?"
Nobody knew exactly what to say. What could they say? Meg only knew that this whole thing smelled fishy. That is, more fishy than the usual sea air wafting onto the Greek shores.
"I estimate that our debating will take some time. So I, and my servants, shall require proper living quarters." Of course it was beneath herself to politely ask. It was was an honor to house royalty.
Phil, of course, perked up. "Of course, your majesty. Right, kid?" He elbowed his student in the knees, flinching his eyebrows, like a fuzzy, wriggling worm.
Such was his naivete, Herc didn't fully receive that what his coach was trying to relay. Still, he shrugged. What could it hurt? It was his duty as a Hero to promote peace.
"Alright, Princess...."
"Uh uh", she corrected, wagging her slim finger. "Silly Hercules. Remember, no formalities. To you, I am simply, Erse." Finishing off with a giggle.
"Oh, right", he shrugged again. "Well, let me introduce you to my friends."
Princess Erse was honestly disinterested in meeting anyone else, but she digressed, putting on her best, demure smile.
"My trainer, Phil, I'm sure you know", Herc indicated the creature beneath him with a wave of his hand.
"Ah, yes." She grudgingly offered her wrist into the half-animal's grip, holding back a hint of disgust.
"Always a pleasure, your highness." She smoothly jerked back her hand.
"Marlena", he continued, indicating the lady with great respect. "My ever faithful housekeeper."
Respectfully avoiding her gaze, the older woman dipped into a formal curtsy. "At your service, ma' lady." The princess nodded her acknowledgment, poising her head upward and shooting a resentful glare down her nose, regarding the servant with distaste. She obviously blamed her for her unexpected arrival and embarrassment. In truth, the Princess expected to be welcomed with grand rapture and celebration, as was fitting. She was sorely disappointed.
"My wonderful assistant, Torrin." The young man bowed. "And Megara, and Zebra." The impression of the Athenian upper-crust was quite different between the two girls. Zebra was quite excited. She'd never met royalty before. The closest she'd been in coming face-to-face with someone of importance was when she attended a concert with Meg, among thousands of other spectators. She slid a foot behind her and attempted a curtsy of her own. But a misplaced leg threw her off balance. Attentive to her needs, Torrin grabbed her arm to steady her sway. Zebra smiled her thanks. This display caused the Princess to giggle. More at Zebra's expense that out of good humor. It was barely detectable, but Meg caught the disrespect. She didn't like it. And she liked the spoiled Princess ever less, only giving a stiff nod when her name was pronounced.
Still, the heir to all of Athens was unfased, keeping in line with edicate. Oh, how do you do?" Again displaying her radiant smile. Then, turning to Hercules, fiening wearyness. "I'd love to stay and chat with the help, but I'm very tired." She looped an arm possessively through Hercules' and leaned against his powerful shoulder, reveling in his strength, and batting her eyelashes. "My dear Hercules, would you be kind enough to show me to my room?"
She tugged him away before he could object, while Phil ushered the Athenian guards to their own quarters. "Uhh, sure. OK." Herc looked back at his friends, helplessly shrugging as he allowed himself to be dragged away.
The room was dead silent. Meg's purple eyes widened in shock, her body trembling with anger and resentment. "The HELP?!" Her knuckles protruded as she closed her fingers into balls of rage. "Why I outta...." She trudged forward to follow, raising a ready fist. It took the combined strength of Zebra and Torrin to hold her at bay, restraining her arms.
Meg's fiery eyes flared. "You heard what she said!" She struggled against her jailers. "She needs to be set straight, with a brain jarring blow!"
"Meg, please, calm down", Zebra desperately pleaded.
"She's not worth it", added Torrin.
"Besides, she's a Princess", Marlena submitted in defeat.
Meg finally wriggled free from her restraints in a huff, scowling. "So. She's not MY Princess." She continued to stare at the spot where they disappeared.
The only sound that could be heard was the splash of rain as the storm picked up in volume. Torrin finally sighed and ran a hand through his dark curls. "Well, I suppose I should go and help Phil." He gave Zebra's hand a squeeze. "Something tells me that we're in for a long haul."
After he left, Zebra attempted to talk some sense into her high tempered friend. "Meg, you've got to try and not take such high offense from people. I mean, we're not in High School anymore."
"Oh no, this goes far beyond adolescent insults." Meg turned to meet her eyes, pointing an accusing finger toward the other rooms. "That girl thinks she owns the world."
"Meg, we are but strangers in this....." She had to choose her words carefully, seeing that Marlena was still present. "....country. As long as we reside here, we must take care to obey the laws of the land."
Ah, Zebra, the voice of reason.
"Oh yeah? Well I will NOT be governed by that spoiled brat", Meg pouted. As so as they found Zebra's grandfather, they would not have to obey royalty. And she was determined to make that come true as soon as possible. "After seeing her, I can only imagine the state of mind of her parents. 'The help'." She spat with venom on her tongue. Then she became self conscience at the state of her words. "Uh...no offense, Marlena." Shame colored her entire face.
The humble housekeeper smiled, but there was sadness behind it. "None taken, Miss Meg." She hung her head, hiding her face within the shadow of her loose, bed tossed, graying hair.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Dec 5, 2010 16:41:25 GMT -5
The holidays can get pretty hectic. Still loving the story though! You got a gift girl!
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Post by megatude on Jan 26, 2011 16:32:56 GMT -5
Thanks!
Zebra came to put a reassuring arm around the old woman’s shoulders.
“Is everything alright, Marlena?” She tried searching her clouded eyes for some sort of clue to decipher her obvious distress.
“Nothing to concern yourselves over.”
Zebra braced the servant’s drooping shoulders, forcing her to look directly into her eyes.
“We are your friends, Marlena. You should never be afraid to express your troubles to us. You can trust that whatever you have to say will be kept in confidence between the lot of us. Nothing will leave this room.”
Meg nodded her compliance, adding her support.
They led her to the couches, where they could talk in comfort. When she got settled, Marlena reluctantly began to speak of her troubles.
“It’s my fault, really. When the message arrived a couple moons ago, I knew its contents were of great importance.”
“Yeah. A forbearing of our current obnoxious predicament”, Meg scoffed.
Zebra shot her a look, saying that her comment was not helping matters in the least. Meg threw up her hands and backed away.
“I should have been more insistent that Sir Hercules take the time to view it”, continued Marlena, guiltily playing with her wrinkled fingers.
“What does it matter?” Again, Meg intercepted. “The spoiled debutante’s here now in all her glory. Lucky us.” She grumbled with contempt.
“Meg!” Zebra hissed sternly. “Don’t speak unless you have something useful to say beside your snide remarks. Go on Marlena.”
She nodded. “Well, it seems that the princess has developed quite the reputation for herself. While shopping the other day at the Agora, I overheard the villagers gossiping about King Crecrops’s daughter, the crown princess. Some had even claimed to be former palace hands in the Athenian Court. They stated that they had been banished from the City-State for displeasing her highness. Even for something so trivial as allowing her bath water to grow cold.”
“How awful”, Zebra sympathized.
“Yes. She is the sole child of King Crecrops and Queen Hellenes. And since the Queen is now physically unable to bear more children, the Princess is granted whatever her heart’s desire.”
“Why doesn’t this Crecrops dude just find himself another wife or concubine?” Meg pondered out loud. “Surely such is not unheard of in these ti…..uhh……parts.”
“It was considered”, Marlena confirmed. “But would you agree to be the step-mother, or share the same dwellings, with such an unpleasant young woman?”
Meg accepted this without argument. “Point taken,”
“So you must understand my fears. Though Sir Hercules accepted full responsibility on being ill prepared to receive the princess, I know she reserves the blame exclusively for me.” The lady’s voice began to tremble and break with genuine fear.
“One her order, I could easily be thrown into the streets!”
“Hercules would never allow that to happen”, Zebra noted with conviction.
Meg nodded. “I agree. The guy does have his principles.” ‘Even for a man.’
Marlena was silent, knowing what they said was true, but anxious just the same. “I hold great respect for the honorable hero, for he also rescued me when I required aid.”
Meg and Zebra were shocked, but very intrigued by her statement. They were about to hear the story about how Marlena came to be in Hercules’ services;
She read the expectation on the young girls faces and smiled. “It was not in the traditional rescue of a damsel that he saved me, mind you. But in in doing so, he gave me new purpose. Several years ago, during the great war with Persia, all able men were recruited to defend Greece and her people against King Darius. My husband was one of the many men carried off to battle.” Her eyes clouded with overflowing tears, pricked by the memories, threatening to release her emotions.
Zebra took her worn hand and squeezed gently, encouraging her to continue.
Marlena swallowed and went on. “A great number of lives were lost…..including my brave husband.” She closed her eyes tightly, fending off the moisture for as long as she could hold them. In the end, her body won out and she cried freely. “We never had children, so I was left alone without the means to support myself. I sold our home for whatever food it would suffice. As you could imagine, my provisions didn’t last for long. I became a beggar, no better than the rats and other vermin that scavenge for whatever they can get. The only thing I had to look forward to was the agonizing impulse of my gnawing stomach. “
The old woman’s eyes suddenly started to shine with life. “It was then that I met the famous Hero” Her voice rang with immense respect. “Incidentally, he was dodging an assembled teenage mob. I was holed up in a shanty alleyway, devoid from the people around me. Seeking self-preservation, he skirted down my alleyway. Spotting me, he begged for my help to discourage the girls. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would ever meet the mighty Hero, who’s legendary reputation proceeded him, let alone speak to him. Needless to say, I was honored to be of service in any way I could. It had been a long time since I had been of use to anyone. So I exited to the streets and confronted the rambunctious crowd. Upon seeing my ragged appearance, they passed right on by, disgusted. Relieved, he began to thank me, when he too assessed my lifestyle. I didn’t want to trouble him, he deals with his fair share of affliction everyday. He inquired of my situation. With a heart as big as his muscles, he offered me shelter. And being the proud woman that I obviously am, I politely declined. Not to be defeated, he, instead, offered me employment. I truly believe he saved my life that day, just as he has saved countless lives on his journey to find himself.”
“But he made you a servant”, Meg countered. Her independent nature couldn’t find the optimism in this epic tale.
“No, child. I would have accepted no less”, she explained gently. “I firmly believe in earning my keep. Even to this day Sir Hercules offers to house me without service, and I faithfully refuse.”
“That’s wonderful”, Zebra expressed admirably. Marlena nodded in accord
Meg had to admit, if only to herself, that was pretty admirable of the big lug.
“I only hope that his authority supersedes the Princess’s within his own household.”
The girls had to constantly remind themselves that the world was an entirely different place compared to the time they’d come from. Still, there were a number of things that hadn’t changed; class and discrimination still divided society like a double-bladed sword, wealth and power were highly sought for through wars and carnage. But there were still good people. Inspiring people. And both Meg and Zebra believed that there were no better people than the ones they kept in their company. Well, that is, except for the newest member.
Though Meg hardly considered her a member of the group. Besides from being the usual obnoxious, spoiled, cheerleader type Princess, there was just something else about her that she disliked. It wasn’t abundantly clear upon their, look up to- look down upon, meeting what that something was. But she had a gut feeling that they would be enemies.
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Congratulations Wonderboy. You'll make one heck of a god.
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Post by horsefeathers on Feb 6, 2011 7:45:55 GMT -5
Wow this was great!! ;D I love the backstory about how Marlena came to work for Hercules. I've enjoyed all the chapters so far and can't wait for more. Keep up the great work!!
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Post by megatude on Aug 10, 2012 23:09:22 GMT -5
Wow this was great!! ;D I love the backstory about how Marlena came to work for Hercules. I've enjoyed all the chapters so far and can't wait for more. Keep up the great work!! Thanks. I'm starting to write again and I promise I will finish this. Things have been kind of crazy after getting married.
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Post by prophetofdoom on Oct 13, 2012 14:50:35 GMT -5
People still post here? Stumbled back here, and remember oh yeah, I'm not the only fan out there lol
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Post by megatude on Oct 16, 2012 20:09:16 GMT -5
Hands clasped and yawning, Aphitryon and his wife emerged from their room to investigate the commotion.
“What has you youngsters up at this hour? I wouldn't think you'd be used to getting up before the crow while at the farm.” Asked the older gentleman.
“Long story”, Meg mumbled with an eye roll to tie in with her mood. “But you're absolutely right. I definitely could use more sleep. Excuse me.” And with that, she headed toward her bedroom.
Meanwhile, Marlena sighed. With all the extra guests occupying the Villa, she was already feeling the stress. “The rest of you may as well return to your beds as well. Its still pretty early.”
“But what about you?” Zebra wondered, her voice peppered with concern.
The housekeeper shrugged. “This is my duty, Miss Zebra. I serve when I am needed, despite the inconvenience of the hour.”
“Well....would you like some help?”
She was shaking her head before the girl had finished speaking. Then sent her a warm smile, wordlessly thanking her for her concern. “I appreciate the offer, my young friend, but with her highness in our midst, I feel a greater need to prove my worth in her service, as much as to myself.” Then she went about her business, prepping the Villa to accommodate the extra mouths to feed. She had her work cut out for her.
With little else left to do, the older couple took Marlena's advice to heart and returned to their quarters. While Zebra went to catch up with Meg.
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'By Aphrodite's chiton, but you are breathtaking!' The Athenian princess settling into her room, admiring her reflection from the widened, polished mirror set into an elegant, highly expensive vanity. Her servants had arranged her room exactly to her liking. Everything had been unloaded from the wagons and she was just settling in. 'Who could ever resist the closest creature to a Goddess on earth, like yourself?' She grabbed a brush, with her soft, delicate hand, its bristles containing the hairs from an exotic animal called a Giraffe . (whatever that is) She pulled it gently through her midnight tresses, counting each stroke. 'Nobody', she purred, answering her own question. She closed her eyes, embracing the gentle tug against her scalp, and pictured a perfectly sculpted male physic, with status to match, ruling beside her while worshiping her heavenly form. Of course, the royal parents would have to expire first. But such small details couldn't keep a girl from outlining her future life. She touched her fingers to her full, red lips, and blew a kiss into the mirror, indicating where her passions belonged. “I always get what I want.” Then her brow furrowed. Leaning forward she studied the reflection of her eyes with concern, pulling at light blue color forming beneath the lid, attempting to dislodge it. She ventured with her escorts to Thebes the night before, only to arrive that morning. Of course she tried get some shut eye while traveling in the carriage, but it was rather difficult to do so with all the careless bumps and jolts of the road. By her estimates, she had yet to meet her required ten hours sleep regimen of undisturbed sleep. Concerned for her beauty rest she reached for a small silver bell, of which she always kept on her person to summon her servants, and gave the handle a little shake, letting the clapper strike the rim, and ring. Having well trained staff, her call was answered within the minute. An out of breath servant stumbled through the door.
“You called *huff huff* ma' lady?”
“What kept you?” She complained, smothering anti-wrinkle cream to her face.
He bowed. “My humble apologies, highness.”
“Nevermind,” she dismissed, flicking her hand, without making eye contact. Time was of the essence. “Turn down my bedding so that I may grow more beautiful whilst I dream.”
“Right away, mistress,” he immediately complied.
To weak to complain about how slow he was she snuggled into the goose feather sheets and sighed contentedly. Soon, she was sawing logs with the best of them.
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On the opposite side of the Villa, Meg was staring blankly at the ceiling in the dim light. She just couldn't understand it. By her reckoning, she'd only managed a few hours sleep. And yet, since Prissy Princess arrived she couldn't seem to get beyond a few winks. She felt plenty tired, but her mind was on hyperactive overdrive.
'Who does this girl think she is, barging in like she did?' Her thoughts were on a rampage. 'She definitely has an alternative motive than the one she claims to have. But the big question is........' “WHY....DO.....I......CARE?!” She beat her head against the pillow, berating herself with each uttered syllable.
“Well I don't know,” snapped a red-eyed Zebra. “But I know that I can be quite cranky if I don't get my full eight hours!”
Meg propped herself up onto her elbow. “I don't trust that floozy”.
Zebra groaned, turning over. “Who, the Princess?”
“No. Queen Elizabeth,” Meg replied with irritation. “Yes! Who else?”
Zebra seemed confused. “Why? She seems to have good intentions. You heard her, she's here to promote peace between the city-states.”
Her friend's sheer innocence floored Meg. “Okay. Remember how you before that 'we're not in high school anymore'? Well that's where you're wrong. That girl is every cheerleader's distant relative!” She pointed an accusing finger violently in the opposite direction. “Give her a wad of gum to chew on, a can of hair spray and she'd be a dead ringer.” She started twirling her hair around her little finger to demonstrate.
Zebra nodded. “I admit, she does fit that stereotypical Princess role. And I didn't like the way she treated Marlena....”
Meg shot up, thinking she'd finally gotten through to her. “See! See!” She exclaimed. “Nothing good can come from her being here.”
Zebra shook her head. “But there's nothing you can do, Meg. Royalty has a much broader influence on the populace during these times. If she wants to stay here, no one can stop her.”
Meg paused, thinking as she tapped her chin with a single finger, trying to pull out a solution that would be effective on someone who was used to getting their own way. Suddenly, one hit her. And she licked her lips, as if tasting the delicious flavor of her cunning idea. “Sooooo, you're saying that in order for us to get Miss Priss to vacate the area, she'd have to leave on her own volition?”
Zebra's eyes moved from side to side, mystified .To her knowledge, Meg had just answered her own question. All the while be cautious. By the look of things, Meg had a scheme brewing in that wonderfully, awful brain of hers. “Yessss,” she replied drawing out the the word. Her friend's face twisted into a malicious self satisfying grin. “Meg! What're you planning? Is it legal? You're not going to get us killed are you?” She was truly nervous about her intentions.
Meg turned back abruptly. “ Give me a break, Zebra! I'm not that wrecklace.”
Zebra wasn't so sure of that.
“No”. Meg reassured her friend. “I believe I can get her to return home to her palace happily, with no hard feelings.”
“Oh yeah, how?”
Meg shook her head, preferring to treasure this brilliant plan to herself, letting it blossom and thrive right where it was. “Go back to sleep, Zebra,” she said coolly. “Don't stress yourself over this one. You just keep your mind focused on more important things, like getting us home.”
She obeyed, scrunching down into bed. Meg's tone disturbed her. She was dead serious about getting Princess Erse to leave the Villa. Could she be jealous of the raven-haired royal? It was almost too far fetched. There had to be another explanation. But the possibility that her friend was developing feelings for the hero of Thebes was very comforting in the least. That is, if worst came to worst, if there hopes of returning home to the 21st century were somehow.....dashed. Zebra was wondering if it was even possibly anymore. It was almost time to face reality, that this might inevitably become their reality.
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Post by Herc's_Girl on Jun 24, 2013 14:25:41 GMT -5
I still love your writing. Don't worry about getting the fanfiction up here as fast as possible. I'm not married, yet (will be, don't have a set date yet), but I know life happens. Great work none-the-less!
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