Disclaimer: I do not own Hercules. Disney does.
As I lay here next to wonder boy in our bed I think of Hades and the child I left behind. She was the product of a drunken night. Hades froze me in time at seventeen. That's why I'm still young while she grew. Mizera. Why did he name her Mizera? Anything but Mizera! But she seemed to like it. She's trapped down there. Funny I never saw Hades as the over protective type. Well I really didn't know much about Hades to begin with. Why did I have to kiss him? Why? And the worst part is Hercules can't know about her. He can't know about anything. It just tears me up, knowing that my daughter is his cousin and step daughter. Does she miss me? Hate me? Love me? What? I can never bring myself to think about it. I know I deserted her and I'm sorry, but does she know this. She's just a happy carefree child. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed with Hades. True it would have been hard but fun and passionate. Hades could be romantic when he wanted to be. He hard never been as mean to her as he had with others, heck he had been downright vicious with his servants, Pain and Panic. But to her, he had been somewhat of a friend, and not to mention a great lover. When she and Hercules made love she imagined it was Hades, but it was never the same. Even if she wanted to go back to Hades, she couldn't. She was pregnant with Hercules child. She would break Hades heart or invoke his rath, probably the latter. As she though of returning to Hades she had almost wept. She couldn't leave wonder boy or their child.
"I'm sorry Mizera. She said as she drifted to sleep, a single ran down her cheek for the child she had left behind.
Unknown to her but Hercules had heard he apology and one question buzzed through his head.
"Who's Mizera?