Disclaimer: I don't own Hercules, or Disney, but wouldn't mind if I did.
This is a story on a different way that Megara met Hercules, in my weird
way, so enjoy!
Hercules meets Megara
A young girl of fifteen, with tattered rose-colored clothes scurried along deeper into the forest, she could hear the royal guards' hoof beats behind her but kept running, for she did not want to be caught again. Unfortunately, there was an ocean ahead where she could see only a small island in the distance. She took a deep breath, and jumped but was caught around the waist.
"Fifth time this month, eh slave? Well, let's see what your punishment is this time." The soldier said as he dragged the girl back to the palace.
The palace was ruled by the young king, Aeneas, who ruled only with his ego. He laid back in his throne as his slave was brought before him and thrown at his feet.
"Well, well, I thought it was you, again, this makes it the fifth time this month that you have tried to run away, how many times are you going to try?" Aeneas said tauntingly. The girl looked away, she hated how he would gloat like that.
"Until I succeed." She answered coldly, staring up at him.
"I see, well since this is the fifth time this month, lets make that number fit the crime, so that will be fifty lashes, and kitchen work for 5 months, maybe next time you will think about running away will cost you." said Aeneas with a smirk as the slave girl glared at him and was sent to her quarters. Aeneas chuckled to himself as she was dragged away. The King's advisor cleared his throat.
"I still think you should sacrifice her to Zeus, or at least sell her to another city-state." The king's advisor said. King Aeneas looked as his advisor with great annoyance. "Who exactly is King here? Besides, she needs to learn a few things, I'm willing to love her, if she would only accept my offer, until she does, slavery is her life." King Aeneas smiled inwardly.
The whip cracked for it's last time, on the slave girl's back as she was thrown into the kitchen.
"Start cleaning the pots and pans, you'll be spending all night here." The guard ordered.
The slave girl looked over at the dishes waiting to be clean, she saw a window just small enough for to fit through, looking around for a guard, as she smiled and climbed out of the window, it was going to be the sixth times this month she would escape, and this time she was going to make it to the island she saw in the distance, anything was better than this, and jumped into the ocean and started to swim.
It just so happen that the same island that this slave girl was heading towards was occupied by a satyr named Phil, a fling horse named Pegasus, and a demi-god named Hercules, and one of them was late for school.
"I got to go Phil, the school barge will leave any moment." the teenager said running off, just as he collided with the slave girl.
"Oh gee, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" said Hercules picking up the girl. She backed away quickly.
"You never saw me, you got that!" she screamed and ran off.
Hercules meets Megara
A young girl of fifteen, with tattered rose-colored clothes scurried along deeper into the forest, she could hear the royal guards' hoof beats behind her but kept running, for she did not want to be caught again. Unfortunately, there was an ocean ahead where she could see only a small island in the distance. She took a deep breath, and jumped but was caught around the waist.
"Fifth time this month, eh slave? Well, let's see what your punishment is this time." The soldier said as he dragged the girl back to the palace.
The palace was ruled by the young king, Aeneas, who ruled only with his ego. He laid back in his throne as his slave was brought before him and thrown at his feet.
"Well, well, I thought it was you, again, this makes it the fifth time this month that you have tried to run away, how many times are you going to try?" Aeneas said tauntingly. The girl looked away, she hated how he would gloat like that.
"Until I succeed." She answered coldly, staring up at him.
"I see, well since this is the fifth time this month, lets make that number fit the crime, so that will be fifty lashes, and kitchen work for 5 months, maybe next time you will think about running away will cost you." said Aeneas with a smirk as the slave girl glared at him and was sent to her quarters. Aeneas chuckled to himself as she was dragged away. The King's advisor cleared his throat.
"I still think you should sacrifice her to Zeus, or at least sell her to another city-state." The king's advisor said. King Aeneas looked as his advisor with great annoyance. "Who exactly is King here? Besides, she needs to learn a few things, I'm willing to love her, if she would only accept my offer, until she does, slavery is her life." King Aeneas smiled inwardly.
The whip cracked for it's last time, on the slave girl's back as she was thrown into the kitchen.
"Start cleaning the pots and pans, you'll be spending all night here." The guard ordered.
The slave girl looked over at the dishes waiting to be clean, she saw a window just small enough for to fit through, looking around for a guard, as she smiled and climbed out of the window, it was going to be the sixth times this month she would escape, and this time she was going to make it to the island she saw in the distance, anything was better than this, and jumped into the ocean and started to swim.
It just so happen that the same island that this slave girl was heading towards was occupied by a satyr named Phil, a fling horse named Pegasus, and a demi-god named Hercules, and one of them was late for school.
"I got to go Phil, the school barge will leave any moment." the teenager said running off, just as he collided with the slave girl.
"Oh gee, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" said Hercules picking up the girl. She backed away quickly.
"You never saw me, you got that!" she screamed and ran off.