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Post by tamga14 on Jul 2, 2008 17:56:33 GMT -5
Oh noses!!
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Post by simba on Jul 3, 2008 2:08:35 GMT -5
this is exciting! Poor, poor Meg....
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Post by Megara15 on Jul 3, 2008 16:18:11 GMT -5
I know! I luv this story! So exciting!
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Post by ~*Denise*~ on Jul 4, 2008 15:52:06 GMT -5
Awesome job! I love it! Can't wait for more!
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Post by tamga14 on Jul 4, 2008 22:00:06 GMT -5
me too
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Post by Megara15 on Jul 5, 2008 10:06:24 GMT -5
Yups.
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Post by tamga14 on Jul 5, 2008 15:47:37 GMT -5
Almost ready I bet!
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Amber
Hero
Never be the first to believe, never be the last to deceive
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Post by Amber on Sept 14, 2008 21:59:01 GMT -5
Ugh this is so good! I love how you used her real parents and siblings from Greek myth or at least most of them. Please continue...
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Post by Scooterly on Jun 6, 2009 12:41:44 GMT -5
Hey . . . sorry for taking forever guys. I've been having some personal life issues that were and are kinda taking over. Bare with me . . . I hope you guys enjoy this next installment, even if you have to go back and refresh yourselves on the plot because Scoots can't take the time for her favorite people . . . *feels bad* So . . . here you go guys!
Part Eleven Realization
It was a beautiful day, absolutely perfect. They had all traveled to the countryside with only two guards and baskets full of goodies, leaving the pressures of Royal life behind them, if only for a few hours. The place was picked by Eurydice and was beautifully secluded and next to a grove of large trees. A small spring trickled around the area as well, which was of immediate excitement to Menoeceus, who easily persuaded Haemon to come play with him in the water. Antigone was quickly out of the chariot as well, tackling the closet brother to the ground, which happened to be Eteocles.
“Say it!” She ordered playfully as he stood up, trying to throw her off. She hung onto his back, pinning his arms behind him tactfully. “Say it!”
“Agh!” he turned in circles, unable to get any help from his older brother. “Mercy! Mercy! Gods, Tig! Mercy already!”
She released her target with a smug grin as Eteocles gingerly rubbed his arms. Polynices shook his head, grinning before he caught her in a headlock.
Meg stepped out after Ismene and Cora (both huffing about Antigone’s less than lady like behavior), helping her mother down as she did so. Her mother’s thin golden hair was fading into a soft gray, Meg noticed, and her face and soft, gentle hands were bearing signs of heavy wrinkles. She forced a smile, feeling a little better when her mother smiled back. In all her childhood, despite the pleasant memories of her father, her mother had been the one wipe away tears of hurt, who sung stories in the night time, who quelled her fears of school and doctor visits. The more Meg thought about it, the more she realized the major difference between the two parents in her childhood. Both disciplined, but her father used fear. The thought echoed coldly through Meg’s mind and she jumped lightly when Eurydice touched her shoulder.
“Penny for your thoughts, Meggie?”
Meg smiled and shook her head. “I’ll help set out the food.”
With the sun at her back and the lilt of laughter and contented chatter around her, Meg felt better towards noon. Her thoughts had been obsessively of that morning’s curt meeting with her father. Of the fact that she was nothing more than an object to him now, to be married off. Marriage . . . tender, day dreamy thoughts had always romanced her mind about marriage. A part of her knew that her “duty” as princess was to marry at her fathers will, but her mind had often fantasized about finding her true love, someone to trust, someone who would be loyal. The bitter smack of reality had left her speechless, and now all she could do was try to make herself numb. She was stronger than this and had dealt with sudden blows in the past, this wouldn’t break her. Especially not today, when the world was momentarily perfect.
But it was strange the tension that still existed, especially as she looked upon Eteocles and sturdy Polynices. Was Eteocles really as he appeared to be? What had her father told him? What were they plotting together? She sighed and felt new fears arise, but she felt that Polynices must know.
And Haemon . . .
“Oy! Meg!”
She turned her head dumbly at the sound of Tig’s voice before being mercilessly tackled to the ground. She laughed and fought her cousin off.
“What are you doing, skipping around Meg-land?”
Tig helped her to her feet. “C’mon, we’re going to go explore the woods.”
They left Eurydice and Cora alone with the guards, sneaking off with Meg’s younger brothers. Tig and Meg soon found themselves in a sheltered grove near the creek. The girls sat, laughing and breathing hard. Haemon and Menoeceus had wandered off on their own path, leaving the girls alone.
“Gods this feels great,” Tig said, looking around her. “I actually feel like I have a family again.”
Meg smiled at her, but it was a forced smile and she nodded quietly. Tig sensed this however and nudged her gently.
“What’s wrong Meg? You’ve been to quiet this morning.”
Meg sighed. She didn’t want to hide it from Antigone, in fact she needed someone to tell. She brought her eyes up to meet her cousins. “I talked with my father this morning.”
Antigone’s eyes became shadowed and her joyful face melded into a dangerous seriousness. “Did you . . . and what did he say to you?”
Meg wondered briefly if she should bring up Etecoles’s comment as well, but decided against it. Instead she swallowed and put on a sardonic smile. “He wants to marry me off . . . to some hot-shot Prince in Thrace. Adonis, I think.” She sighed and was overcome with the burning urge to weep. “I don’t want to marry, Antigone . . .”
Antigone hesitated for a moment, unused to seeing tears on Meg but soon leaned in and gathered Meg in her arms and hugged her tightly. She moved her mouth to Meg’s ear as Meg began to cry heaving sobs, whispering words of comfort as only Tig knew how.
“Shh . . . it’s alright . . . we’ll figure this out. You should have come to right away – if you don’t want to marry then you aren’t going to marry! We’ll plot something out . . . Arsenio has some untraceable poisons.”
Meg quieted for a moment and looked up at her cousin with glossy, violet eyes. Then she raised an eyebrow.
“And you know this how?”
Tig shrugged. “His dad’s in to alchemy and, well, I was snooping during one of our study sessions and . . .”
This caused Meg to smile a little.
“Now that’s the spirit!”
“Tig . . . I don’t want to kill the poor bas – ”
Antigone suddenly stuck her fingers to her lips to quiet Meg and her eyes scanned the forest. She glanced around and then Meg heard it too; yelling. Tig rose up first, slowly, helping Meg to her feet in the process. They slunk down the forest trail, following the echo of voices and stopped just outside of a big bush. Kneeling down, they peered through the leaves only to find both of Tig’s brothers.
“Why must you go against everything Creon says?” Eteocles spat, circling his older brother.
Polynices had his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed, his face red with anger.
“If you could only see the dark thoughts he is hiding, brother! You would see he desires a gruesome end for all the children of Oedipus! And unless you live under a rock, I’m sure you see how well he treats his own youngest son!”
Eteocles made to punch him in the jaw but Polynices snatched his fist and held it firmly in the air, obviously the stronger of the two. He stared his brother down before releasing his grip.
“Are you so caught up in the lie that you don’t even see what he’s craving most? Are so blind to see that each and everyday could be your last alive? His own children are in danger of him, except for Haemon, who, without his sister’s intervention could very well grow to be an exact, corrupted copy of him. You’re a tool, a pawn, Eteocles! And you are playing right into his hand. . .”
Eteocles turned away from him sharply.
“That is were you are wrong. I will rise alone on the throne of Thebes, and I alone shall decide who inherits it after my time is done.” He stepped closer to Polynices. “And if you keep up this act of defiance, trust me; it will not be me who suffers.”
Eteocles turned briskly away from his brother.
“Eteocles!” Polynices shouted after him. “Who are you going to trust? Your blood or your greed? Eteocles!”
But Eteocles was vainly ignoring his brother and making his way back to the forest path.
Antigone, lost in the event she had just seen, was instantly pulled up by Meg.
“Come on! We need to get out of here!” Meg whispered in her ear.
The two girls sprang away, but not before Antigone was jerked back, her sandal was caught on a tree root. She cursed and tried to jerk her foot away. Instead, her foot fell out of the sandal and she fell to the ground, quickly scrambling to her feet, leaving the discarded sandal behind.
When they exploded out of the trees, hot and dirty from the muggy heat, they were met by the confused faces of their family.
“Where have you been?” came Cora’s shrill voice. “Antigone, I swear, if we have to keep buying you new sandals . . .”
“You look like you’ve seen Hades,” Eurydice said gently to Meg as the girls sat down, grabbing plates and filling them with food. “Is everything alright?”
Meg nodded and started eating, glancing up just in time to see Eteocles and Polynices emerging from the forest, both stern faced and unspeaking. Polynices passed them both quietly, rustling Antigone’s hair while Eteocles stopped before his sister, taking in Meg as well. Antigone looked up at him emotionlessly and Meg could see the wheels turning in her head – the traitorous brother. The one that couldn’t see. The greedy one.
Eteocles would be the death of them, and no one else knew it.
With a scoff he through her thin sandal at her feet and she self consciously pulled her feet under her dress, glancing down at the vile thing with a sinking feeling in her stomach. When she looked up again, Eteocles was walking away. He stopped once to talk to Haemon and then, when the brave youth shook his head no, sneered and continued onto the wagons. Meg watched with interest as the boys crowded around Polynices then, and smiled slightly as the elder smiled and spoke with them silently.
Antigone, however, was not smiling. Her face remained a cold, emotionless mask, even as her hand reached slowly for the sandal at her feet. As she examined it, sadness filled her eyes, followed then, by a quiet rage.
“Tig?” Meg whispered.
But her cousin didn’t say anything. Instead, she sighed, slipped her sandal back onto her foot, and went back to eating.
When Antigone was silent, Meg knew that her mind was working. And when her mind was working, it was dangerous to be on the opposing end.
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Post by simba on Jun 7, 2009 13:10:01 GMT -5
I really like Tig, she's so cool! Great update!
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Post by megatude on Jun 9, 2009 20:25:11 GMT -5
It's been a while. Great addition!
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Post by crazyromantic on Sept 13, 2009 17:57:30 GMT -5
This fic has been pretty good so far, I'd really like to see Chapter 12!
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