If I Should Die
The pillar began to tip. Hercules didn't notice it at all. He was just kneeling on the edge of the cliff, trying to regain his breath.
I didn't know why I did it. Maybe it was because he looked so weak and helpless without his strength. Maybe it was because I had maniac pulse to commit suicide, but I did it.
I screamed his name and before I knew what I was doing, I had leaped to his side and pushed him out of the pillar's way. I had left myself wide open for the pillar to hit me, and it did. It knocked every bit of wind out of me and crushed my body. I would have screamed if I could. The pain shot into every part of my body like an arrow. I heard Hercules yell in despair. I could barely make out his form trying in vain to lift the pillar off of me. Suddenly, a golden light flashed around him, and he threw the pillar away from us as if it weighed only a few pounds.
"What happened?" He asked in grateful awe.
"H-Hades deal is broken. He promised I-I wouldn't get hurt," I managed to stammer out. I reached for him, but the pain was too much. I cringed and retracted my hand. Hercules was by my side in an instant. He gingerly put his hand beneath my head and the other around my waist.
"Meg! Why did you…"
"People always do crazy things… When they're in love," I told him. I realized I had taken the blow of the pillar for him because I loved him.
"Oh, Meg! I-I, n-no…" Hercules was on the verge of tears.
"Are you always this articulate?" I replied, giving a broken laugh. Hercules gave me a half-hearted smile, but I could tell he was as broken as I was. I tried to grab his arm.
"Listen, you can still stop Hades. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," I told him, trying to sound as forceful as I could. Hercules's eyes could not be torn from mine. Phil stepped in, gently taking my head from his hand and putting it on a rock.
"I'll take it from here," Phil reassured Hercules. He gave me one last longing look, and sprinted of to Pegasus. I heard Pegasus whinny and his wing beats as they flew of to Olympus. I sent a silent prayer with them.
I knew I was going to die, no one could stop it and Hercules knew it. I was bleeding internally. I could feel blood rushing out of my blood vessels, but the ground around me was dry. I didn't want to die feeling guilty, though. If Hades won with my help, I could never forgive myself, not even after death. Hercules had to stop him, he had to!
I felt death creeping upon me. The mood around me grew ominous. I winced and Phil's face became worried. He grabbed my hand, begging me to hang on for Hercules's sake, but I just couldn't. I could almost hear the Fate's scissors opening. The pain was becoming too much to bear! I inhaled one last time, and then…
Nothing