Post by jjean on May 26, 2008 18:56:35 GMT -5
Decided to make a chapter about Herc. Enjoy!
Chap. 13.
Herc stood in front of the mirror, his newly polished armor glinting in the firelight. Phil had already lectured him on how important it was to make a good impression. There was no need, of course. He had eaten among royalty many times before.
But tonight was different. He felt jittery and nervous, something that rarely happened to him. And, to his surprise, he was still thinking about Meg. Her image was cemented in his mind; the way she held his hand, the way she smiled and whispered in his ear...He could feel his face flush. What would Phil think if he knew I were thinking these things?, He smiled to himself as he imagined telling his stout friend that he was feeling this way about a girl. He would say, 'Stop thinkin' these childish thoughts and getcha head outta the clouds!'
He sighed to himself. At 21, he was definitely not a child. But it was times like these, when Phil wasn't around, that he wished that he could turn back time and be with his high school friends, Icarus and Cassandra. They had their rough spots but they had always been dependable and caring, no matter what Herc did. Even when he put them in danger, they would always forgive him and encourage him.
But those days were over. They all graduated together and had gone their separate ways. From what he had heard, they were both doing well for themselves. Icarus opening a shop with his father; Cass becoming a well known psychic. Unfortunately, being so busy with their own lives and dreams, they had lost touch. If only he only he knew how lucky he was in high school!
Was he really better off now? Sure, he was rich. He owned (or, at least, had a share of) most of the large properties in Thebes. But those were just material things, things that people saw when they looked at him. But, other then the fame and fortune he possessed, was he really any different than the person he was a few years ago? The extraordinarily strong kid with a satyr and flying horse for friends?
He walked to the window, looking out at the darkening sky. Maybe i'm just being ungrateful. I'll bet a lot of people would love to be in my sandals right now. But in the back of his heart he knew that wasn't it. He was lonely.
He went back to the mirror and put on the red satin cape Phil wanted him to wear. There. Just like a hero., he thought, looking at his reflection. Though the thought failed to lift his spirits. The room was so quiet, a knock on the door startled him.
"W-who is it?" He stammered. Does Meg want her answer already? The thought made his pulse quicken.
"Who do you think it is?" It was Phil.
Herc opened the door to see his trainer. Surprisingly, Phil had cleaned his beard and polished his horns for the occasion. "You ready, kid?"
"Almost. I'll meet you downstairs, okay?" Herc closed the door and waited until he couldn't hear Phil's hoof-beats on the marble-floored hallway. After a few minutes, Herc cautiously opened the door to make sure that the hallway was empty. He slipped through and made his way downstairs. Guests were starting to arrive but he managed to evade them, entering the garden through the kitchen as he did earlier. It was time to give Meg his answer.
End Chap. 13.
Happy Memorial Day!
Chap. 13.
Herc stood in front of the mirror, his newly polished armor glinting in the firelight. Phil had already lectured him on how important it was to make a good impression. There was no need, of course. He had eaten among royalty many times before.
But tonight was different. He felt jittery and nervous, something that rarely happened to him. And, to his surprise, he was still thinking about Meg. Her image was cemented in his mind; the way she held his hand, the way she smiled and whispered in his ear...He could feel his face flush. What would Phil think if he knew I were thinking these things?, He smiled to himself as he imagined telling his stout friend that he was feeling this way about a girl. He would say, 'Stop thinkin' these childish thoughts and getcha head outta the clouds!'
He sighed to himself. At 21, he was definitely not a child. But it was times like these, when Phil wasn't around, that he wished that he could turn back time and be with his high school friends, Icarus and Cassandra. They had their rough spots but they had always been dependable and caring, no matter what Herc did. Even when he put them in danger, they would always forgive him and encourage him.
But those days were over. They all graduated together and had gone their separate ways. From what he had heard, they were both doing well for themselves. Icarus opening a shop with his father; Cass becoming a well known psychic. Unfortunately, being so busy with their own lives and dreams, they had lost touch. If only he only he knew how lucky he was in high school!
Was he really better off now? Sure, he was rich. He owned (or, at least, had a share of) most of the large properties in Thebes. But those were just material things, things that people saw when they looked at him. But, other then the fame and fortune he possessed, was he really any different than the person he was a few years ago? The extraordinarily strong kid with a satyr and flying horse for friends?
He walked to the window, looking out at the darkening sky. Maybe i'm just being ungrateful. I'll bet a lot of people would love to be in my sandals right now. But in the back of his heart he knew that wasn't it. He was lonely.
He went back to the mirror and put on the red satin cape Phil wanted him to wear. There. Just like a hero., he thought, looking at his reflection. Though the thought failed to lift his spirits. The room was so quiet, a knock on the door startled him.
"W-who is it?" He stammered. Does Meg want her answer already? The thought made his pulse quicken.
"Who do you think it is?" It was Phil.
Herc opened the door to see his trainer. Surprisingly, Phil had cleaned his beard and polished his horns for the occasion. "You ready, kid?"
"Almost. I'll meet you downstairs, okay?" Herc closed the door and waited until he couldn't hear Phil's hoof-beats on the marble-floored hallway. After a few minutes, Herc cautiously opened the door to make sure that the hallway was empty. He slipped through and made his way downstairs. Guests were starting to arrive but he managed to evade them, entering the garden through the kitchen as he did earlier. It was time to give Meg his answer.
End Chap. 13.
Happy Memorial Day!