Here it is...The long awaited sequal to the Family Secret. I hope you guys enjoy it. Special thanks to Nana Cloud. For helping me and supporting me. Thank you, owe ya heaps ;)

'The museum built on the foundations of the wonders of the past, from the dawn of earth to mankind's modern technology. The endless tale of man story is passed down from one generation to the next.' A heavenly voice of an angel's breath hovers within the air of the halls. 'Down the line of time, we reach the birth place of civilization. Ancient Greece, a world filled with wonder and mystery...'

A plump, loud and short voice cut through the sentence, like knife through butter. 'You're killing me with this jibber, jabber.' A short but sexy woman swiftly moved from a bronze tan vase. Her round body walked freely across the vase. Her black hair tied up creating a little fountain on top of her hair. Her peach dress hugged tightly around her body, revealing her curves. A cut near her hip, uncover her short leg. 'Who are you, baby girl?' Thaila asked as she stared at the ceiling above her.

'Oh my name is Tiffney. I am filling for my dad, Bob. He is on his second honeymoon. The first one didn't turn out so great.' Thaila smirked and placed her hands on her hips. 'Whoo, go Bobby Baby. He is gonna get some loving tonight.' The muse jumped out of the vase and landed on the curled bronze handle. Her legs draped over the top of it. 'So yeah, that why I'm here.'

The muse shook her head. 'Sorry, baby girl. Didn't you get the memo?' She placed her hands on her hips. 'Gust narrator sitting in the big chair,' she told her as she relax against the handle of the vase. 'Oh it's ok, I came prepare. Dad said that this happens all the time.' The sounds of rustling pages echoed. 'I'll just read.' Thaila rolled her eyes. She slide off the handle and pulled over a plate.

The picture of the vase revealed to be a small kindergarten classroom. It was within the country area. A simple small room filled with toys and the walls covered with Roman Numerals and the Greek Alphabet. Children sat down on the marble ground. They were all from the neighbouring farms and some would walk miles and miles just to reach here. As the little people chatter and played games, an older woman lay upon a rocking chair. Her slender hands gently stroked her round womb and her cat-like eyes were semi-closed as she looked down at it. A warm smile was across her face as she hummed and rocked her chair. She relaxed as she watched the young children play. She couldn't wait for her child to arrive. It was due anytime now.

Then the teacher noticed the time on the sundial that was in the middle of the court yard. The teacher gently lifted herself off the rocking chair. Her hands placed on her enormous womb, trying to gain her balance. As she tried to hold her ground she called out. 'Children, it is time for your afternoon nap.' A series of whining and sad voices echoed through the classroom. The teacher waited for them to finish. 'I'm sorry darlings, but it is time.' A little boy with dark black hair and hazel eyes spoke out.

'But Mrs Dimas, I'm not tired.' All the other children nodded and spoke in agreement.

'So aren't we.' Mrs Dimas gently shook her head.

'It's not a matter whether you are tired or not. It is time for your nap,' she simply but firmly. The children sighed and whined.

'But I am not sleepy.' A small little girl said stubbornly as she hugged her Aphrodite doll. Her blond hair tied in pigtails and she had green eyes.

The teacher sighed. 'I'll tell you what; I'll make a deal with you guys. Lay down and I will tell you guys a story. If you are still wake by then, I will cancel naptime.' The sounds of cheers and applause came from their mouths. They grabbed all their little blankets and laid their bodies upon the rugged floor. Mrs Dimas gently returned herself back into the rocking chair. She instinctively began to stroke her large womb. 'Ummm, let's see, what kind of story should I tell?' She tapped her chin with her free hand as she spoke out loud.

'Oh,' a little boy with tanned skin and brown, rough hair spoke. His arm shot up into the air as if he was trying to reach the ceiling. 'An Adventure one,' he shouted out.

Then another boy with blue eyes spoke out, 'yeah, filled with action and monster-butt kicking.' The rest of the boys cheered and nodded with their classmates. The girls, however, looked uncomfortable. 'Mrs, can we please have a love story?' A sweet little girl's voice gently whispered. She had light brown hair that was tied in a ponytail. The boys groaned and stuck out their tongues in disgust. Another girl with red hair and blue eyes sighed and looked out the window. Then an idea came to her. 'What about the legend of Hercules? It's got adventure, monster-butt kicking and it's a love story.'

The rest of her classmates clapped and cheer. 'Yeah, Hercules,' a series of chants boomed through the classroom.

Mrs Dimas placed her hands on her head. 'Hands on heads,' a few children followed her. 'On shoulders,' she placed her slender hands on her shoulders. The children were quick to follow her action. 'And on your lap,' she gently placed her lap and so did the children. 'Now, that I have your attention. You, children, already know the story of Hercules off by heart. There is no point in me telling u a story you already know.' She said calmly. The children whined and sighed. The teacher smiled, 'perhaps I could tell you the tale of his children.' All of the children gasped and muttered under their breath. 'Hercules got kids?' The little red haired girl asked. Mrs Dimas smiled.

'Yes, in fact in had three children, two boys and a girl.' The children gasped and gazed in amazement.

She smiled, 'Mrs, is the like the story of Hercules?' A little boy asked.

'Oh no dear, but it has it all, adventure, monsters and love.' The boy smiled with satisfaction. All of the children placed their heads in their hands, eagerly waiting for the teacher to begin the tale. 'Now my little ones, this tale begins just a few years after the Mighty Hercules and the Lovely Megara had passed away. Zack, Alexis and Hebe were now living within the home of Hercules' best female friend, Cassandra. But little did they know that their parents' death wasn't the end of their troubles. In fact it was only the beginning.'