Author's notes - This is a Hercules The Legendary Journeys fan fiction I
wrote shortly after the episode God Fearing Child appeared on Xena Warrior
Princess. I was always a huge fan of the gods and goddesses on Hercules and
much preferred the happier conclusion arrived at on Full Circle the last
episode of Hercules. This is my version of what happened to Hercules and
his family after that. I partly based mine on the show and partly on some
of the mythological versions of what happened to Hercules. That is where
the notion of his god half and mortal half being separated upon his human
half's demise came from.
I do not own the characters. The creators and writers of the Hercules series and the studio, which produced it, retain all copyrights. This is for entertainment purposes only.
The name GHerc comes from the Sorbo-List of which I am a long-standing member. It was coined to describe Hercules god half in the episode Reunions.
Part 1 Eternal Souls
GHerc's heart was laden with sadness. Even for some one with the strength of a thousand men it seemed far too heavy a burden to bear. Immortality for the deity half of his being had been a "gift" from his father, Zeus but GHerc viewed it more as a curse.
How much luckier the man, than the god, GHerc thought as he looked in on his mortal half in the Elysian Fields. Hercules' head lay cradled tenderly against Deinera's bosom after a sensual night of lovemaking. His journeys had finally come to a peaceful conclusion. Never again would he have to leave her side.
Their children slept soundly in the next room. Jason and Alcamene lived in the next house on the right. Iphicles had a place next to that. Serena and her second husband also dwelled near as did Hippolyata and Nemisis. These women who Hercules had once called wife and lovers had become dear friends of the family. GHerc felt like an intruder, a voyeur. He had disdained these screens, the first time his father had shown them to him. And couldn't understand why he was at them now. His only excuse was the terrible sense of loss tormenting his every thought. Hercules best friend Iolaus had been called back to the Light's service so he wasn't there to ease the burden of loneliness either.
GHerc had grown to care a great deal for Aphrodite. And his fondness and respect for his other half sisters, Artemis and Athena, had also grown. He'd also developed a casual friendship with many of the other deities. The bitterness between he, Ares and Apollo would never disappear but they had at least agreed to stay out of one another's way, the last few years of his life. As for his relationship with Zeus, he knew they loved one another but it seemed, as if a bridge would always exist between them. One which both father and Son were much too proud to cross. Today, the day of his death and rebirth, he had become an official Olympian, yet GHerc had never felt more alone.
Hercules had been aiding several families attempting to escape from a marauding army trying to conquer Greece. He had gotten them to safety but moments later the fates had severed his own life chord with the fatal wound of an enemy's arrow. The question of whether he was immortal or not had finally been answered. He was as he was meant to be from the moment of his birth, both human and immortal. The instant of his death, Celestia had come for his mortal half. She had taken him to his old friend, Charron, who escorted his body across the River Styx. A winged chariot to the heights of Mt. Olympus had transported GHerc. Zeus had been there upon his arrival but the moment had been fraught with tension and no words had been spoken.
Laughter spilled out from one of the great halls. The residents of Mt. Olympus were partying again. No doubt they were growing more inebriated on ambrosia and their own sense of power with each passing moment. GHerc was supposed to be the guest of honor but he had no interest in joining his "family."
Feeling the urge to escape he moved away from the screens and set out to explore his surroundings, something he had never bothered to do on his previous visits to his father's home.
Soon he came upon a beautiful field. It looked like the world he'd left behind in a sense, but the grass here was greener, the skies bluer, the air fresher and the flowers even more vibrant with fragrance and color. There was a crystalline lake, it beckoned him to immerse himself in its depths. Slowly GHerc removed his vest and undid his pants.
He stood naked for a moment in the sun, stretching all his muscles, and lifting his face up to a warm and comforting sun. His human form had been aging on earth but GHerc had been fully restored to the magnificent creation he had been at the height of his manhood(as had Hercules when he reached the Elysian fields).
GHerc tested the water with one toe. Its temperature was perfect, he supposed paradise did have some perks. He saw a board extended midway out into the lake. GHerc made his way over and mounted it. His body arched gracefully as he executed a perfect dive into the water.
He had swum at least three laps before his senses alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. A woman sat on the opposite bank. Her body was quaking, as if from the cold, but GHerc knew that was impossible. He quickly guessed that she was sobbing. Quickly swimming over to her, he emerged from the water. He gave a moment's thought to his nakedness, but dismissed it in his urgency to come to her aid. Besides she was as bare as he.
GHerc approached cautiously so as not to startle her. He was barely able to contain a gasp at her beauty. She rivaled all the riches in this place of many splendors. GHerc had never laid eyes on her before and wondered who she was. He cleared his throat gently and asked her that very question. "Who are you?" She looked up at him with tear filled eyes and said I am Marianna. And I don't belong here.
I do not own the characters. The creators and writers of the Hercules series and the studio, which produced it, retain all copyrights. This is for entertainment purposes only.
The name GHerc comes from the Sorbo-List of which I am a long-standing member. It was coined to describe Hercules god half in the episode Reunions.
Part 1 Eternal Souls
GHerc's heart was laden with sadness. Even for some one with the strength of a thousand men it seemed far too heavy a burden to bear. Immortality for the deity half of his being had been a "gift" from his father, Zeus but GHerc viewed it more as a curse.
How much luckier the man, than the god, GHerc thought as he looked in on his mortal half in the Elysian Fields. Hercules' head lay cradled tenderly against Deinera's bosom after a sensual night of lovemaking. His journeys had finally come to a peaceful conclusion. Never again would he have to leave her side.
Their children slept soundly in the next room. Jason and Alcamene lived in the next house on the right. Iphicles had a place next to that. Serena and her second husband also dwelled near as did Hippolyata and Nemisis. These women who Hercules had once called wife and lovers had become dear friends of the family. GHerc felt like an intruder, a voyeur. He had disdained these screens, the first time his father had shown them to him. And couldn't understand why he was at them now. His only excuse was the terrible sense of loss tormenting his every thought. Hercules best friend Iolaus had been called back to the Light's service so he wasn't there to ease the burden of loneliness either.
GHerc had grown to care a great deal for Aphrodite. And his fondness and respect for his other half sisters, Artemis and Athena, had also grown. He'd also developed a casual friendship with many of the other deities. The bitterness between he, Ares and Apollo would never disappear but they had at least agreed to stay out of one another's way, the last few years of his life. As for his relationship with Zeus, he knew they loved one another but it seemed, as if a bridge would always exist between them. One which both father and Son were much too proud to cross. Today, the day of his death and rebirth, he had become an official Olympian, yet GHerc had never felt more alone.
Hercules had been aiding several families attempting to escape from a marauding army trying to conquer Greece. He had gotten them to safety but moments later the fates had severed his own life chord with the fatal wound of an enemy's arrow. The question of whether he was immortal or not had finally been answered. He was as he was meant to be from the moment of his birth, both human and immortal. The instant of his death, Celestia had come for his mortal half. She had taken him to his old friend, Charron, who escorted his body across the River Styx. A winged chariot to the heights of Mt. Olympus had transported GHerc. Zeus had been there upon his arrival but the moment had been fraught with tension and no words had been spoken.
Laughter spilled out from one of the great halls. The residents of Mt. Olympus were partying again. No doubt they were growing more inebriated on ambrosia and their own sense of power with each passing moment. GHerc was supposed to be the guest of honor but he had no interest in joining his "family."
Feeling the urge to escape he moved away from the screens and set out to explore his surroundings, something he had never bothered to do on his previous visits to his father's home.
Soon he came upon a beautiful field. It looked like the world he'd left behind in a sense, but the grass here was greener, the skies bluer, the air fresher and the flowers even more vibrant with fragrance and color. There was a crystalline lake, it beckoned him to immerse himself in its depths. Slowly GHerc removed his vest and undid his pants.
He stood naked for a moment in the sun, stretching all his muscles, and lifting his face up to a warm and comforting sun. His human form had been aging on earth but GHerc had been fully restored to the magnificent creation he had been at the height of his manhood(as had Hercules when he reached the Elysian fields).
GHerc tested the water with one toe. Its temperature was perfect, he supposed paradise did have some perks. He saw a board extended midway out into the lake. GHerc made his way over and mounted it. His body arched gracefully as he executed a perfect dive into the water.
He had swum at least three laps before his senses alerted him to the fact that he was not alone. A woman sat on the opposite bank. Her body was quaking, as if from the cold, but GHerc knew that was impossible. He quickly guessed that she was sobbing. Quickly swimming over to her, he emerged from the water. He gave a moment's thought to his nakedness, but dismissed it in his urgency to come to her aid. Besides she was as bare as he.
GHerc approached cautiously so as not to startle her. He was barely able to contain a gasp at her beauty. She rivaled all the riches in this place of many splendors. GHerc had never laid eyes on her before and wondered who she was. He cleared his throat gently and asked her that very question. "Who are you?" She looked up at him with tear filled eyes and said I am Marianna. And I don't belong here.