Never trust the gods, is the first rule she should have learned. For all his sun-bright smile and cocky demeanor, he was no better than the rest of them.
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ONE OF THE LIES THE GODS TOLD THE MORTALS, is a Mortal may walk among them or their demigod offspring without retribution, and perhaps it may be true, but the Fates must always interfere. The Mortals had a long-lived belief of fantastical happy endings, with the maiden and the hero, and their villain of the story to be vanquished by the hero, while the maiden so passionately kisses him in the end.
If only they knew the truth behind the lies.
One poet, a man of the name Walt, would come to paint her as this broken woman who sold her soul for something as trivial as love -- a lie told by the Gods to shine light on their golden boy, their beloved Hercules, so no one would ever know the madness cursed upon him. Of the nights she would wake from her haunted slumber to find him in the corner, whispering over the shrine.
The madness would only be the beginning, of the death that would be brought upon the mortals who saw him as a hero and his wife as a damsel in distress.
Megara stopped to catch her breath, the howls in the distance reaching her in the trees, and her hand bled heavily where she had caught herself on a jagged rock. She had never been a damsel in distress, and yet now she found she could focus on nothing else but the fear and the desire to escape his madness and the stomach churning scent of fire and death.
She should have never trusted the gods. Because for all his sun-bright smile and cocky demeanor, he was still one of them, and chaos would always follow for as long as he lived.
