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Post by megatude on May 13, 2010 14:49:01 GMT -5
Wow. I didn't know you followed my story. But, yes, it's on fanfiction.
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Post by megatude on Jun 15, 2010 15:31:10 GMT -5
All became black and limp. Meg's blank state of mind soon brought light and colors, forming into restless dreams; she found herself wandering aimlessly through the Villa at length, with no immediate destination in mind. Coming to a window overlooking the terrace gardens, she gazed beyond the glass, admiring the new spring blossoms expanding the estate. As the peace of mind settled through her, a gnarled, yet haunting familiar voice prompted her to turn toward the north. She submitted to its direction and did as it suggested. As she did so, she saw Hercules among the greenery, his back to her. She smiled slightly and lifted her knuckles to the glass, intending to gain his attention by rapping on the window. A new movement in the development stopped her so suddenly that her fist froze in mid-air. Two delicately, tanned arms came to surround the hero's neck possessively, and a doll-like face appeared above his right shoulder, settling contentedly into the bend of his neck. As if by instinct, the raven-haired beauty lifted her eyes and met Meg's astounded gaze. The intensity of her dark eyes caused her to fall back a step, in a state of shock. The girl, taking pleasure from Meg's reaction, stretched her rosy lips into a Cheshire cat grin and tilted her head to lay a light, yet lingering kiss, upon Hercules' thick neck. Meg was certain she would be sick, her stomach rolling over with disgust. "Stop", she heard herself whisper. Then growing in volume and fierceness. "Stop this!"
Within the confines of her bed, she wrestled fitfully, thrashing about. "No!" Her body jolted upright, fully awake though between two worlds. Meg looked about, gathering her thoughts as she pressed a hand to her clammy brow. Catching her breath between heartbeats, she again fell back into bed, reality setting in. The nature of her dream totally grounded her. She shook her head, confused. "What was that all about?"
With in the realm of the gods, the goddess Aphrodite straightened and smoothed out her designer gown as she returned from the land of dreams. After fluffing out her golden curls, she bid farewell to the god of dreams. "Thank you Phantosos, for allowing my intrusion." The brother of Morpheus bowed in respect, obviously taken by her beauty. "Anything for the cause of love. If I can assist you again in anyway...." His cloud filled eyes, always witnessing the fondest wishes of mortals, were well focused on the figure primping before him, roaming up and down her flawless form, unable to help himself. Being the goddess of love and beauty, males naturally worshiped and adored her. A blessing as well as a curse. At her will, a gold handled mirror, with elegantly carved cherubs along its edges, appeared in her hand. As she continued to inspect and approve of her reflection, she noticed the dream-maker's intrusive gaze in the reflective background. "You may as well not waste your time." She relayed into the mirror, while checking her lipstick. "As you're well aware, I've been married for quite some time now. And I don't think my husband, Hephaestus, would appreciate your devoted attention on me." He ducked his head, his night cap drooping over his eyes, and flushed with embarrassment. He knew very well of the Smith master's jealous tirades. "Pardon my carelessness, lady goddess", he apologized. "But even the divine are prone to our weaknesses." She considered her fellow god carefully, as if deciphering whether or not he was being sincere. In the end she gave him the benefit of the doubt. After all, he was still a young god, and was yet to control the fullness of his powers. She gave him a killer smile that would melt the heart of any being, oblivious to her own capabilities. "Thank you, Phantosos. I accept your apology." After bending her knees in a slight curtsy, she disappeared, leaving a cloud of pink dust and a melody that sent hearts on fire. Phantosos' was no exception. He breathed in a long breath to take in the intoxicating sent, and sighed as his heart raced. "Such an angel."
Meg lay still on her bed for quite some time, after her dream so rudely chased away any desire at all to sleep. As much as it sickened her to do so, she replayed the imagery over and over in her mind, determined to uncover the source or meaning. She just couldn't imagine her subconscious conjuring up such scenes at random. It wracked her brain to even seek a reason why she would even care. Besides, it wasn't as if the man were highly involved with anyone. So she had agreed to be his friend, recently, perhaps now she felt a certain obligation to protect his well being from those who would mean him harm. Her weary head collapsed into the cradle of her hands, trying to keep it together without going insane in the process. Pronounced friendship between male and female were usually a complicated issue unless the two opposites truly understood their place within the relationship. She was so deeply buried within her thoughts and calculations, she never noticed Zebra's presence at the foot of her bed. When her eyes finally took in who was before her, in plain sight, she sucked in a breath to choke her lungs and ignite her nerves. Zebra's reaction was very similar to that of her best friend; she staggered against the nearest wall, mirroring Meg's features upon her own face. In her panic, Meg toppled to the floor, entangled within her blanket, a hand hovering over her heart as she heaved great breaths, eyes wide and alert. After what seemed like ages, waiting for their blood to slow and their throats to find speech, one broke the void. "Dang, Zebra! If I were a cat I would have lost at least 8 lives just now." "so-rry", said Zebra, emphasizing the word. "You seemed wide awake to me. What's the matter?" Her bravery returning, she went to sit beside Meg, who had found her way back to her bed. "You were so deep in thought, you didn't even notice me standing there for over 5 minutes." "Really?" Zebra nodded. "Which planet were you inhabiting?" Meg shrugged. " I hardly know myself", she admitted truthfully. "It was just some wacko dream." She began gently massaging her temples, still fighting its grasp. Zebra watched with concern wrinkling her features. Rarely had she seen Meg so out of sorts, she usually had things so under control. "Do you want to talk about it?" Meg shook her head. "No. I actually would like something to eat." Hopefully focusing on something real would make the pieces fall into place. She glanced toward the window, apprehensively, fearing what she might see, only seeing the oncoming twilight. "What time is it?" There was hardly a cuckoo clock around chirping out the hours to refer to. "That's why I came in to check on you", Zebra confirmed. "Marlena has supper all ready. And Phil is NOT the main course." "Darn!" Meg cursed, stiffly getting out of bed. "And I was so looking forward to a tough lard of meat to coat my intestines." A heart-attack was a sure fire way to help forget her troubles. "Oh well. You win some, you lose some." She came to a halt in the doorway, finding Zebra was not behind her. "Well...are you coming or what?" Zebra looked on, studying her friend with true concern.Meg's sudden shift in attitude troubled the young girl. She only opened up about her feelings when they became too much and bubbled up over the surface. All she could, for now, was to be there as a crutch to hold her up. "Yeah...let's go."
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Post by simba on Jul 4, 2010 10:04:47 GMT -5
I liked that Meg didn't understand what the dream was implying! xP
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Post by megatude on Jul 20, 2010 16:11:44 GMT -5
Both were surprised when the two entered the dining room and only finding Amphitryon and Alcmene at the table. Meg was, in truth, relieved by the absence of the young men. Confusion was still a huge factor coursing throughout her mind. Zebra, on the other hand, had a difficult time hiding her disappointment.
"Where is everybody?" Everybody, meaning Torrin. She didn't mean to say it as if there was no one there. But those present got the hint of her inquiry.
The hero's parents had no explanation for their absence. Just then, Marlena appeared from the kitchen, carrying an open tray topped with steaming salmon.
"Good evening", she greeted pleasantly. "Master Phil has taken Sir Hercules and Torrin to a Publicity meeting", correctly guessing the questioning glances. "So they will not be able to dine with us this evening."
Zebra nodded and slumped into the seat next to Alcmene. Meg tried but, almost against her will, her eyes automatically rolled to the ceiling. This was getting ridiculous. Apparently, Zebra had an incurable disease with no hope of salvation in sight. Meg nearly lost her appetite, but then thought better of it. Food would probably settle her stomach. And she would definitely feel better without her mind fully active and on guard. Though she had to admit it was much quieter without a full dinner party. And, as silly as it sounded, she wasn't sure it was a good thing. Still, there was no sense dwelling on it, and dished herself a helping of fish onto her plate. While she was engaging in her meal, she glanced over at Zebra and noticed that she hadn't even touched her food. She just stared at forlornly at her vegetables.
"Ya know", Meg commented. "if you don't finish your vegetables, there'll be no room for dessert, young lady."
Her friend barely graced her with a reaction, by lifting her gaze. "Hmm? Did you say something?"
Meg resisted the urge to scream.
Alcmene dropped a comforting hand upon Zebra's shoulders. "Phil does tend to manipulate a lot of the boys' time. Perhaps its over due for me to have a meaningful chat with him about prioritizing his scheduling better."
Zebra gave her a small smile, initially giving her a sign of approval. To keep herself from spouting any inappropriate colorful remarks, Meg stuffed a large portion of fish into her mouth, concentrating soley on her chewing. With her mind settled, Zebra happily dug in, herself. Night and day. The difference was literally night and day. As much as it might drape a dark shroud over her pocket of sunshine, it was time that Meg sought out Zebra's intentions with the young man of her interest. One thing was sure, it had nothing to do with their search for Julius.
By the time supper had been consumed and digested, the male trio still hadn't returned. Marlena came back into the dining room to clear the table.
"Oh dear", she sighed, surveying the lack of participants. "I suppose I'll have to leave a little something out for those hard working boys."
"I'll help you", Zebra volunteered. She got up and followed Marlena into the kitchen. Meanwhile, those left saw to clean-up what was left. With a distant, unfocused gaze, Meg started stacking plates. Alcmene watched on with concern. Being a mother, she naturally felt some responsibility for the two lost girls. She took the elegant dinner-ware from her and asked;
"You seemed distressed, my dear, what troubles you? Did todays events prove to be too much?"
Meg snorted and shook her head. If only that were the case. "It's nothing, really. "Just......a little homesick, I suppose." It was becoming a real burden not telling the whole truth to such a trustworthy person. But now was not the time to unveil her soul. It just wasn't worth the risk loosing the few allies she had in this mixed-up world.
The older woman gave her shoulder a motherly squeeze. "Is there something I can do? I understand the importance of locating Zebra's grandfather, but I'm still uncertain as to why....."
Meg smiled kindly, to show her appreciation for her concern. "I'm afraid the only help we need can only come from Julius Sanders, himself. His aid is imperative to our journey."
"You're a brave, young soul, child", Alcmene complimented. "I can only hope that future events turn in your favor."
Overcome with gratitude, she embraced the hero's mother. Funny. She barely knew what it felt like to hug her own mother.
"Remember, I may be an old bitty", she chuckled. "But I am still a woman, and you and Zebra are like the daughters I've never had. If there is anything at all I can do to help, don't hesitate to come to me or Amphitryon.....or even Hercules."
Meg nodded, though still a bit unsettled. Alcmene didn't act like she believed there was much of a chance of finding the brilliant scientist. The young woman's faith was diminishing with each passing day. Still, someone had to keep the flames of hope burning.
When everything had been cleared and cleaned, the Villa's residents set to retire for the evening. But Zebra's mind was still active, not quite ready for sleep. She lingered at the door or the room which she and Meg shared, antsy.
"Maybe I should wait up for Torrin."
With some concentrated control, her dear friend refrained from responding. Instead, Meg motioned to the space next to herself on the bed.
"Zebra, I do believe we need to have a long, overdue chat."
Zebra stood silent for a moment, oblivious as to what Meg possibly had to discuss that required such intensity. She sensed the urgency in her friend's voice and figured it must be important, so she complied and went to sit next to Meg, giving her full attention. She studied Meg's face, trying to decipher what was causing her distress.
"So, what's on your mind?"
Meg took a deep breath, she'd need the oxygen to spout that which was 'on her mind'. Out of her peripheral vision, she caught sight of a pair of feathered intruders, studying the girls with great intent. They had a very unique plumage, almost green and magenta in color. Meg scowled. If there was one thing she couldn't stand, it was eaves droppers. When the birds realized they'd been discovered, they pranced about frantically upon their skinny legs and chirped up a storm, as if to compensate for their odd behavior. Further disgusted, Meg approached the window.
"Shoo!"
She swatted her arms about like baseball bat to frighten them off.
"Get outta here, ya flying waste dumps! Go find a decaying statue to use as your poo perch."
Getting the hint, the Sparrow sized fowl took to the air and fled on their small, awkward wings.
Meg brushed her hands together and shut the window. "No more privacy than a Goldfish", she complained.
"What strange birds", Zebra agreed. "You should come to expect such abnormalities from this place."
With that distraction out of the way, Meg decided to proceed with her inquiries. She, again, gathered her wits and stared into Zebra's eyes.
"Do you really want to find you grandfather?"
Zebra was stunned. "Of course! What kind of question is that?!"
"Well your heart sure doesn't see to be in our goal."
"What're you talking about?" Zebra asked, stymied, the volume of her voice increasing. "After all this time its taking to find him, I'm more worried now than ever. He could be in dire trouble. But Torrin doesn't believe there is any sense in looking, for the time being, without a clearer clue as to where he might be."
So that's what it all came down to.
"Oh he did, did he?" Meg countered. "All knowing Torrin calls the shots, eh?"
Zebra didn't want a fight to ensue. "No. I just think that his way of reasoning is more practical. After what we found in the abandoned hut, seeing that daemons could be involved, he believes that they'll have to reveal their intentions sooner or later. Unearthly beings don't work in secret. So, for now, I think it wise that we wait for a sign."
"Until when?" Meg challenged. "Doomsday?!" She knew the longer they remained stranded in that primitive time and place, the less able Zebra would be willing to separate herself from her romantic obsession.
"What is the point of wandering around without direction?"
"We're accomplishing nothing by letting each day pass without effort", Meg challenged. "That is unless you count making doll eyes at Torrin." She demonstrated by batting her eyelashes dramatically.
Zebra blushed, searching for a logical excuse. "T..Torrin doesn't have anything to do with this."
"Oh?" Meg emphasized with fake surprise. "Is that why you've mentioned his name at least three times during this entire conversation?"
"This is not a conversation, this is a full blown argument", Zebra stood to hover over Meg. She echoed her stance and matched Zebra's height.
"Don't change the subject!"
"Don't throw false accusations at me!"
They were nearly nose to nose, drawing closer in turn. When a soft, hesitant, knock came at the door. Zebra cleared her throat, to soften her voice. "Come in."
With given permission, a curled, ginger colored head poked into view.
"Hey", Herc greeted pleasantly, but awkwardly. "You girls OK in here?"
Equally embarrassed, the girls ducked their heads. They must have caused quite a ruckus to alert the weary hero.
"Every thing's fine", Zebra assured. "Right, Meg?" Giving a wide, toothy grin.
"Suuuuure", she verbally sent in her usual sarcastic fashion, minus the over exaggerated smile. "Just peachy."
Herc was obviously confused, taking-in the negative atmosphere that dominated the room. "Oookay...If you're sure."
Zebra nodded, with more reassurance. "We're fine, really. We were just having a......petty debate. Nothing serious."
Meg scoffed, expelling a snort from the back of her throat. "In that case, I'm checking out." With that, she stubbornly threw herself between the blankets and fell silent.
Zebra glanced at her friend, then carefully relaxed her features for the hero's benefit. "See? All is well."
Though not totally convinced, he wisely decided to let them work this spat out themselves. Girls sure had a funny way of working out their differences. "Then I'll say, goodnight."
"Goodnight, Hercules."
He raised his voice to reach Meg's muffled ears beneath the covers. "Sweet dreams, Meg."
Her repercussion was a cutesy wriggle of her fingers in a feeble wave.
A bit disheartened, the hero withdrew.
After he left, the girls remained silent, until....
"Are you planning to continue hiding under the covers", Zebra inquired. "or are we going to discuss this like mature adults?"
"What do you think?" Came Meg's voice from beneath the covers.
Zebra roughly turned down the blankets of her own bed and shoved herself in. "Figures", she grumbled, blowing out a candle on the bedside table. Neither liked to go to bed angry, but ignorance and differences of opinion can't always be breached.
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Post by megatude on Aug 17, 2010 16:21:37 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 megatude on Sept 17, 2010 17:02:37 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 megatude on Dec 1, 2010 17:51:26 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 nutmeg on Dec 26, 2010 17:28:53 GMT -5
Lol Meg is amazing! Please continue, I love this story!
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Post by megatude on Jan 26, 2011 16:35:59 GMT -5
Kay.
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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Post by nutmeg on Jan 26, 2011 17:53:03 GMT -5
Wow, loved the backstory on Marlena! Please keep going, it's awesome!
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Post by megatude on Oct 16, 2012 20:15:21 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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