Thanks for the review, kk- I admit im not a very good speller, and the computer I'm working off of doesn't have spell check- sorry about that.
All of these characters belong to Disney except Cleopatra and Mark Antony.
The sun was just beginning to set and the crowd began to dissipate from the town square. Hercules, sweating and out of breath, ran back to the table where he had laft Meg. He stopped short when he saw that the table was deserted. His eyes searched the streets but there was no sign of her. "Meg?", He called,"hmm...She must have gone back to the hotel."
Hercules caught a chariot back to the hotel and ran up to the room. knock knock knock "Meg?"
There was no answer. "Oh, she's really angry, he muttered as he fumbled through his pockets for the key. Suddenly he remembered that he had given their only key to Megara. knock knock knock "Come on, Baby!...I'm sorry!"
Of course there was no question that he could've knocked down the door in two seconds flat, but that would only make Meg more angry. Not to mention the mess it would cause with the hotel.
sigh He slumped down infront of the door. "So much for the king-size bed!"
Meg's head was pounding. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the blurry outline of a room tilted on it's side. "Oh Gods", she mummbled in a scratchy voice. The room slowly turned right-side-up as she sat up and put both hands to her head. Meg tried to remember where she was or what had happened to her, but nothing was registering.
"mmm", she ran her hands through her hair, but they stopped short at her shoulders. "What the?" Her vision suddenly became clear as her eyes popped open, and she began frantically feeling for the rest of her hair. Meg reached down and picked up a lock of her beautiful curls with trembling hands. They were lying all around her on the bed in little scattered piles.
"......aaaAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Hercules awoke with a sudden jerk. It was morning, He had slept outside the door of the hotel room all night. He groaned and stood up, turning toward the door. "I think she's taking this a bit too far," he mummbled. knock knock "Meg? Are you awake?"
"Can I halp you, Sir?"
Herc turned around, startled, to see one of the hotel maids staring blankly at him. "Um ahem I'm kinda...um...locked out."
"Oh, well I could go see if the front desk has another copy of your key."
"Really? I mean-that would be great" Herc wondered why he hadn't thought of that before, but it must have slipped his mind. In a few minutes the woman returned with the key and let Hercules into the room. Alone in the suite, he ran into the bedroom to look for Meg. "Meg?" The bed was made and there was no sign of her. "Meg?" Herc searched every room but she wasn't there. "How did she get past me this morning?" Her changed his clothes and made breakfast but Meg still didn't return. Sitting at the table, he fumbled with the invitation to dinner before he realized what it was. sigh "I'm going to have to go tonight wether Meg's back or not."
Two servents came running into Meg's room. She was huddled in the corner of a large red velvet pillow that served as a bed.
"What's going on in here?" One of the servents asked. The other girl was carrying some cloth and she walked over to Meg.
"M-My hair!" Meg found her voice. "It's alright, we cut it while you were asleep. Now that you're back, there's no reason to have a disguise."
"I'm glad you're awake, highness, I have your old clothes for you." The second girl said as she walked over to Meg with the clothes.
"Get away from me!" Megara slapped the clothes out of her hands. "Oh." She leaned back against the wall holding her aching head.
"But you must put them on your highness.", the girl said, unfazed,"The king wants to speek with you. We cannot let him see you in that horrible Grecian dress."
"What's wrong with my...sigh" She was in no mood to argue. "You want me to see the king?"
"Of course majesty"
"Well, alright then. He'll set this straight! And stop calling me majesty! My name is Megara." Meg stood up. The cold hard marble floor was uninviting and she stumbled back a few steps feeling lightheaded. The girls helped her get her balance and dressed her. After they had dressed her and done her make-up they told her to wait in the room until the king was ready for her.
Alone in the room, Meg finally had a chance to servey her surroundings. There was no question that she was in the palace. The room was large and cold with marble columns on either side. The red velvet bed was draped with gold and red curtains and on a table across the room were elaborate bottles that she could only assume were perfume. There was one window and one door and a tapestry hanging on the opposite side of the room.
"The king would like to see you now"
Meg looked up, startled. A large man was standing at the door waiting to escort her. She walked through long hallways decorated with eiry pictures and tapestries. Finally they reached a large room at the end of a corridoor. The dome ceiling was plated with gold and in the center, on a thrown, sat the king. Megara was placed before him, but before she could speak two men camed foward.
"Where did you find her?" The king asked. He had a deep, echoing voice. "She was in the square" the men answered. Megara shot up from where she was sitting. She recognized the men as the ones who kidnapped her.
"That's them!" She shouted, pointing,"Those are the ones who captured me!" Everyone was silent. "She's obviously disoriented" a servent girl finaly said,"she's still insisting that she's some Megara person."
"Wha? What are you talking about?! Aren't you going to arrest them?!"
"Of course not!" The kings voice shattered the confusion. " These are my guards. I ordered them to find you."
"You!?" Meg exploded, this was about all she was going to take of this. "What kind of opperation are you people running here? I got you invitation, for the love of Zeus, if you wanted me here early why didn't you just ask me?-" "You mean you would have come willingly?" Meg was shocked. "Of course! It's not as if you were going to do something terrible to me...well, I didn't think so anyway."
"Well you are going to be punished. This is the third time you've run away."
"I never-"
"Please your highness", one of the men interupted, "try to cooperate."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Meg screamed. One of the guards grabbed her to calm her down. "Get your damn hands off me you big ox!!"
"Enough!" The king ordered.
"Please, your highness, I don't think she's well." One of the girls explained.
"Oh she knows exactly what she's doing!" the man argued.
"I SAID...enough." The king turned to Megara."How do you feel?"
Meg looked at her clothes and back at the king. "Like a peacock."
The king sighed. "I've had just about enough of your games, young lady. It's obvious that your upset and not ready to cooperate. I want you to go back to your room and rest and we'll discuss your punishment later."
"What in Hades are you talking about?!! When my boyfriend hears about this you'll wish you were never born!"
The two men grabbed her once again,"She's crazy! Give her a sedative." A woman approached her with a needle.
"NO!" Meg screamed and began struggling.
"STOP!" The king yelled,"How dare you assume responsibility over my daughter!"
"Your daughter!?! No, you don't understand! I'm just here on vacation!"
"Take her to her room!" The knig waved his hand and three servents dragged her out of the thrown room screaming words that are too baad to write on papyrus. The king shook his head."This is by far the worst sharade she's ever tried to pull! She's been in Rome too long. Do you think she would actually get Mark Antony to strom the castle? ...What am I going to do with her?"
The door slamed behind her as Meg was shoved into her room. She ran back trying to get out, but she could hear the lock turning. "No! Let me out!"
She looked around frantically for another way out. There was only the window. She walked over and flung it open, gasping as the whole city spanned out infront of her. She must have been at least twenty stories up. "Oh Gods." She flopped down on the bed. There was no way out. Hours passed and Meg lay on the bed without sleeping. "They think I'm the princess!" She kept thinking,"Me! A princess? That'll be the day." She stared at the ceiling thinking of Hercules, and began drifting off. Just then there was a crash near the window. Meg twitched and opened her eyes. It was dark except for the light of the moon shining through the open window. The outline of a person could be seen climbing in. Without speaking, Meg stood up and reached for the oil lamp on the table. Slowly she walked toward the figure who seemed preoccupied with sneeking throught the window.
"Who's there?" Meg whispered.
"AAH!" The figure screamed and straightened up, turning toward Meg.
"AAH!" Meg screamed back and turned the lamp up.
"AAAAAAAAHH!" They both screamed at the sight of eachother. And then, for a few silent moments that seemed like an eternity they stood there staring. Both with their mouths open in shock. It was like looking at a mirror image.
All of these characters belong to Disney except Cleopatra and Mark Antony.
The sun was just beginning to set and the crowd began to dissipate from the town square. Hercules, sweating and out of breath, ran back to the table where he had laft Meg. He stopped short when he saw that the table was deserted. His eyes searched the streets but there was no sign of her. "Meg?", He called,"hmm...She must have gone back to the hotel."
Hercules caught a chariot back to the hotel and ran up to the room. knock knock knock "Meg?"
There was no answer. "Oh, she's really angry, he muttered as he fumbled through his pockets for the key. Suddenly he remembered that he had given their only key to Megara. knock knock knock "Come on, Baby!...I'm sorry!"
Of course there was no question that he could've knocked down the door in two seconds flat, but that would only make Meg more angry. Not to mention the mess it would cause with the hotel.
sigh He slumped down infront of the door. "So much for the king-size bed!"
Meg's head was pounding. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the blurry outline of a room tilted on it's side. "Oh Gods", she mummbled in a scratchy voice. The room slowly turned right-side-up as she sat up and put both hands to her head. Meg tried to remember where she was or what had happened to her, but nothing was registering.
"mmm", she ran her hands through her hair, but they stopped short at her shoulders. "What the?" Her vision suddenly became clear as her eyes popped open, and she began frantically feeling for the rest of her hair. Meg reached down and picked up a lock of her beautiful curls with trembling hands. They were lying all around her on the bed in little scattered piles.
"......aaaAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!"
Hercules awoke with a sudden jerk. It was morning, He had slept outside the door of the hotel room all night. He groaned and stood up, turning toward the door. "I think she's taking this a bit too far," he mummbled. knock knock "Meg? Are you awake?"
"Can I halp you, Sir?"
Herc turned around, startled, to see one of the hotel maids staring blankly at him. "Um ahem I'm kinda...um...locked out."
"Oh, well I could go see if the front desk has another copy of your key."
"Really? I mean-that would be great" Herc wondered why he hadn't thought of that before, but it must have slipped his mind. In a few minutes the woman returned with the key and let Hercules into the room. Alone in the suite, he ran into the bedroom to look for Meg. "Meg?" The bed was made and there was no sign of her. "Meg?" Herc searched every room but she wasn't there. "How did she get past me this morning?" Her changed his clothes and made breakfast but Meg still didn't return. Sitting at the table, he fumbled with the invitation to dinner before he realized what it was. sigh "I'm going to have to go tonight wether Meg's back or not."
Two servents came running into Meg's room. She was huddled in the corner of a large red velvet pillow that served as a bed.
"What's going on in here?" One of the servents asked. The other girl was carrying some cloth and she walked over to Meg.
"M-My hair!" Meg found her voice. "It's alright, we cut it while you were asleep. Now that you're back, there's no reason to have a disguise."
"I'm glad you're awake, highness, I have your old clothes for you." The second girl said as she walked over to Meg with the clothes.
"Get away from me!" Megara slapped the clothes out of her hands. "Oh." She leaned back against the wall holding her aching head.
"But you must put them on your highness.", the girl said, unfazed,"The king wants to speek with you. We cannot let him see you in that horrible Grecian dress."
"What's wrong with my...sigh" She was in no mood to argue. "You want me to see the king?"
"Of course majesty"
"Well, alright then. He'll set this straight! And stop calling me majesty! My name is Megara." Meg stood up. The cold hard marble floor was uninviting and she stumbled back a few steps feeling lightheaded. The girls helped her get her balance and dressed her. After they had dressed her and done her make-up they told her to wait in the room until the king was ready for her.
Alone in the room, Meg finally had a chance to servey her surroundings. There was no question that she was in the palace. The room was large and cold with marble columns on either side. The red velvet bed was draped with gold and red curtains and on a table across the room were elaborate bottles that she could only assume were perfume. There was one window and one door and a tapestry hanging on the opposite side of the room.
"The king would like to see you now"
Meg looked up, startled. A large man was standing at the door waiting to escort her. She walked through long hallways decorated with eiry pictures and tapestries. Finally they reached a large room at the end of a corridoor. The dome ceiling was plated with gold and in the center, on a thrown, sat the king. Megara was placed before him, but before she could speak two men camed foward.
"Where did you find her?" The king asked. He had a deep, echoing voice. "She was in the square" the men answered. Megara shot up from where she was sitting. She recognized the men as the ones who kidnapped her.
"That's them!" She shouted, pointing,"Those are the ones who captured me!" Everyone was silent. "She's obviously disoriented" a servent girl finaly said,"she's still insisting that she's some Megara person."
"Wha? What are you talking about?! Aren't you going to arrest them?!"
"Of course not!" The kings voice shattered the confusion. " These are my guards. I ordered them to find you."
"You!?" Meg exploded, this was about all she was going to take of this. "What kind of opperation are you people running here? I got you invitation, for the love of Zeus, if you wanted me here early why didn't you just ask me?-" "You mean you would have come willingly?" Meg was shocked. "Of course! It's not as if you were going to do something terrible to me...well, I didn't think so anyway."
"Well you are going to be punished. This is the third time you've run away."
"I never-"
"Please your highness", one of the men interupted, "try to cooperate."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" Meg screamed. One of the guards grabbed her to calm her down. "Get your damn hands off me you big ox!!"
"Enough!" The king ordered.
"Please, your highness, I don't think she's well." One of the girls explained.
"Oh she knows exactly what she's doing!" the man argued.
"I SAID...enough." The king turned to Megara."How do you feel?"
Meg looked at her clothes and back at the king. "Like a peacock."
The king sighed. "I've had just about enough of your games, young lady. It's obvious that your upset and not ready to cooperate. I want you to go back to your room and rest and we'll discuss your punishment later."
"What in Hades are you talking about?!! When my boyfriend hears about this you'll wish you were never born!"
The two men grabbed her once again,"She's crazy! Give her a sedative." A woman approached her with a needle.
"NO!" Meg screamed and began struggling.
"STOP!" The king yelled,"How dare you assume responsibility over my daughter!"
"Your daughter!?! No, you don't understand! I'm just here on vacation!"
"Take her to her room!" The knig waved his hand and three servents dragged her out of the thrown room screaming words that are too baad to write on papyrus. The king shook his head."This is by far the worst sharade she's ever tried to pull! She's been in Rome too long. Do you think she would actually get Mark Antony to strom the castle? ...What am I going to do with her?"
The door slamed behind her as Meg was shoved into her room. She ran back trying to get out, but she could hear the lock turning. "No! Let me out!"
She looked around frantically for another way out. There was only the window. She walked over and flung it open, gasping as the whole city spanned out infront of her. She must have been at least twenty stories up. "Oh Gods." She flopped down on the bed. There was no way out. Hours passed and Meg lay on the bed without sleeping. "They think I'm the princess!" She kept thinking,"Me! A princess? That'll be the day." She stared at the ceiling thinking of Hercules, and began drifting off. Just then there was a crash near the window. Meg twitched and opened her eyes. It was dark except for the light of the moon shining through the open window. The outline of a person could be seen climbing in. Without speaking, Meg stood up and reached for the oil lamp on the table. Slowly she walked toward the figure who seemed preoccupied with sneeking throught the window.
"Who's there?" Meg whispered.
"AAH!" The figure screamed and straightened up, turning toward Meg.
"AAH!" Meg screamed back and turned the lamp up.
"AAAAAAAAHH!" They both screamed at the sight of eachother. And then, for a few silent moments that seemed like an eternity they stood there staring. Both with their mouths open in shock. It was like looking at a mirror image.