This story made me cry lmfao I don't know what happened lmfao

Unbeta'd.

I've already been asked to continue this and the progress has been slow because I'm taking my time with it. The proper edited version will be posted eventually, right now, enjoy this one!

Hercules (Thominho)

He still couldn't believe he was the son of Zeus after all this time. Zeus, the king of the Gods; the very immortal who spawned Gods and legendary heroes – and Minho was going to be one of them!

He'd been tasked to seek out Alby the Satry in order to begin his training as a hero, but Minho and Pegasus found Newt, a dryad, in his place. The dryad had mentored under Alby for years, had been given the opportunity to train some heroes after Alby's retirement. Now that the satyr was old and no longer wished to be bothered, Newt promised to help Minho in Alby's place. He would be the one to help the demi-god reach legendary status. It would be a great honor to see the boy's constellation in the sky.

Together, they made their way to Thebes, a city constantly under siege by monsters of all sorts. Newt felt it would be the perfect place to build up Minho's reputation. The creatures would be fierce, Newt worried Minho would be in more danger now than he had ever been in before, but he was aware of the boy's strength. He could do it. All he needed to do was stay focused.

The flight had been nothing but peaceful with Newt hanging onto the demi0god for dear life and Minho casually chattering away about one thing or another. Pegasus' large wings soared through the air, the temperature cold but not uncomfortable and the skies were a calm gorgeous blue. A sea of clouds floated beneath them, hindering their sights of the world below, but Minho didn't seem bothered.

Newt tried his best not to think about it.

They'd been soaring for a while in the tranquil silence of the sky when a roar had stopped the flying horse cold. The sudden stop jerked both males from their thoughts; Newt gripped onto Minho's shoulders tightly, his heart jittering.

"What is it boy?"

Pegasus neighed, it's ears twitching. Newt strained to his ears and heard something faint in the distance.

"You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Newt shushed the demi-god, listening. He pointed down toward the cloud, panicked.

"It's a person! They sound like they're in trouble."

Minho's expression morphed into a wide, excited grin. "You think it's a D.I.D?" Pegasus neighed a response just as Newt opened his mouth. Minho held onto the stallion's azure colored locks and kicked him forward. "TO THE DAMSEL PEGASUS!"

"It's not a da-MSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL!" Newt's scream echoed through the sky.

Pegasus dived into the cloud upon command, Newt's screaming drowned by Minho's exuberant cheering.

They landed behind a large bush a few yards away from the river. Newt was the first one off the horse, collapsing to the ground in one fell swoop. He gripped the dirt, his heavy breath rustling the grass.

"Oh Gods, I hate the sky."

Pegasus snickered.

Minho jumped off the horse with a heavy thud. He gave his companions one last confident smirk then strode out into the clearing, his posture tall and proud, and his stride reeking of arrogance. Newt groaned.
If it was one thing he tried to instill on his pupil, it was that being a humble hero was better than an arrogant one. The lesson did not stick well.

Minho strode up toward the large, muscular centaur. In his thick, meaty hands was a twig of a person, dressed in dark lavender with hair brown as bark. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a D.I.D. – a damsel in distress – but a boy. Still in distress, but not a pretty damsel like Minho hoped.

Not that he wasn't pretty. He was quite adorable, really. He looked very small and frail in the centaur's gigantic palm, like a porcelain doll.

He was cute.

He was in distress.

And Minho was wasting time gawking at him.

He cleared his throat.

"You there!" Minho's voice boomed in a falsely deep baritone. (Newt and Pegasus exchanged deadpanned expressions.) "Let him go!"

The centaur stopped and stared, the stranger in his palm just as stunned. Minho puffed out his chest in intimidation, hands on his hips. The creature raised a hairy brow.

"Are you deaf? I said: let. Him. Go!" The demi-god narrowed dark eyes. "Before you regret it."

There was a moment of silence. The monster stared at Minho. Minho stared at the monster. The stranger's eyes jumped from the creature to the equally insane creature on the ground.

The hideous creature roared in laughter.

"You? A tiny human?" He guffawed. "I could flick you with just my finger! And you think you can challenge me? HAHAHAHA!"

Minho sighed and rolled up his non-existent sleeves. "Alright, you asked for it." He slammed his fist into the centaur's gut so hard, the creature's body careened across the water. He slammed into the rock behind the water fall so hard, it cracked and caved all around him.

Minho clicked his tongue. "I warned you."

He turned his attention to the fallen stranger, sprawled spluttering in the water. He scooped the boy bridal style into his arms and carefully deposited him on top of a dry log away from the river.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing aside those soppy wet tresses despite not meaning to. He snapped his hand back as if burned, surprised by his mindless actions.

"Y-yeah," the boy coughed. He ran long, slender fingers through his locks and squeezed the excess water from his dark lavender garment. "Uh, thank you for saving me even though I had the situation under control."

Minho snorted. "Sure, if under control meant getting yourself almost killed – you had that in the bag."

"Negations are delicate situations," The brunet haired stranger scowled. "You can't just jump in headfirst like a moron."

"Oh so now I'm a moron?"

"I hate to break up whatever the bloody hell this is," Newt made an aimless gesture between the two of them. "But that centaur isn't done yet!"

As if on cue, the monstrous creature burst from the rubble, his ugly face contorted in rage. Minho could practically see the smoke spouting from his ears. With a thunderous roar, he charged toward them, his hooves splashing into the water.

Minho sighed.

"I'll be right back. Newt, keep an eye on the D.I.D."

The boy frowned. "D.I.D?"

"Damsel in distress," Newt shrugged. He joined the boy on the log, settling in for the show. He almost missed the boy's reproachful look.

"I'm not a damsel!"

Newt and Pegasus exchanged sidelong glances.

The boy's complaints were soon drowned by the sounds of a fight. He felt his body grow tight with tension as he watched Minho defend against the horrible creature without so much as breaking a sweat. The boy had strength that was without a doubt. He easily lifted the centaur from its hooves more times than the boy bothered to count and tossed him like he weighed nothing more than feathers.

The fight was over in less than ten minutes, the centaur knocked cold to the ground.

Minho returned to them, wiping his hands. He flashed them all a dazzling grin.

"By the way, my name is Minho. You are?"

The boy blinked, bewildered. "Er, Thomas."

"Well Thomas, consider yourself lucky. You're the first person in a long list of people I will save from now on."

Thomas blinked.

Newt merely sighed.

"What did I say about being humble, Minho?" The blond groaned. "Does the word not exist in your bloody vocabulary?"

"Relax Newt, I'm just joking." The demi-god grinned. He turned back to Thomas, dark eyes twinkling. "So Thomas, where are ya heading? We're going to Thebes if you need a lift."

Pegasus immediately balked at the idea. Two people on his back was fine enough for him, thank you very much!

Thomas eyed the large stallion for a moment, brown eyes calculating. He took in Minho's presence then Newt's then the fallen centaur a few yards away. He shook his head.

"Thanks but no thanks. I still have things to do." He turned to leave but paused. "Thanks for rescuing me." He added as an afterthought.

Minho's grin turned mischievous.

"I thought you said you had it under control?"

Thomas flashed him a playful smirk of his own. "I did. Have fun in Thebes." He gave them both a careless wave then disappeared beyond the clearing.

Minho hung back, enthralled. "Wow." He breathed.

Newt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah lover boy. Get on the horse before you forget where we're going."

The grin on Minho's face didn't disappear for the duration of their journey.

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