"I would have given anything to be like everyone else."
Hercules paced through the garden. He and Mulan only knew each other for a short time, but they seemed to have a lot in common.
"Nobody wanted to be my friend, the towns people called me a freak. Now I'm a hero… I still feel alone!"
He pound the wall, dents cracking into the stone. As pebbles dropped to the floor, the demigod sank to the floor.
"No one gets me at all…"
Mulan sat beside Hercules. She took his hands into hers. Such warm, firm, gentle hands. Even though he was a demigod, he felt so… human.
His heart was human.
His heart was a pure heart.
Sure, his super strength made him clumsy, but it was the same strength that saved thousands of lives. Without it… he wouldn't be Hercules.
She knew all too well what it was like to be someone on the outside.
"You are a disgrace…! You may look like a bride, but you will never bring your family honour!"
"You're fine just the way you are, Hercules… Believe me. I know what it's like to be on the outside."
She didn't fit in with the other girls in her village. She always seemed to make a mess of things. Though, from what Herc told her, he seemed to break a lot of things back home.
When he talked about his family in Greece, it reminded her of her own parents and grandmother in China.
His hand gently wrapped around her own.
"You're an incredible woman, Mulan…"
She chuckled, the sound from her mouth boisterous. Dress like a man and you'll end up sounding like one.
"Hey…! We're warriors. We gotta stick together."