(Whee! So this is my first fan fiction, a Hercules one, since I've been an avid fan ever since day one. It's the story of Meg and Hercules, and what would happen if Hercules became a god without ever meeting Meg. But perhaps he met her afterwards? Reviews and stuff would be appreciated, since I'm only a newb. :)

Hercules entered the gates of Mount Olympus with confidence. His time had finally come. He was finally going to his home. Mount Olympus. Where he was wanted. Where he belonged. He'd saved Mount Olympus and the gods from being taken over by the evil Hades, which had proven him to be a true hero. "It's taken long enough.." Herc thought to himself. Those long, hard hours, days, years of training had finally paid off.

His fellow gods and goddesses applauded and cheered for him, as he looked around his beautiful new home. He looked back at Phil, who had tears in his eyes. "Aw, Phil…" Herc walked over to him, arms open. He loved Phil like a father. "Good job, kid." Phil said, wiping his tears. "I'm proud of ya." Hercules smiled down at the satyr, who had been his family for the past few years. "Thanks, Phil." It was the first time Hercules had ever seen him cry. At that moment, Astraeus, God of the Stars, started throwing some stars together. At first, they looked like a very large clump of shiny stars, but then they took form. They were the outline of Hercules' muscular body. Phil's dream had finally come true, as well, and more waterworks came. "I'm gonna miss you, kid." Phil said, hugging Herc's thick neck. "Me, too, Phil." Herc said, patting him on the back.

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The crowd of people gazed up at the great hero's constellation. "Isn't it beautiful?" Someone said. "He really deserved it. He's worked hard." Meg listened quietly, still looking up. She'd never really seen anything spectacular about this Hercules guy. "He's probably totally shallow. He doesn't deserve all this praise." She thought to herself. "He trained for like, FIVE years! He's finally up there!" Fan girls sobbed.

"Pft. Pathetic." She thought, walking out of the crowd, feeling claustrophobic. But on the bright side, the hero had freed her. Temporarily, at least. She knew Hades would be back. And when he did come back, she would be out again, trying to get people on his side for yet another uprising. He just didn't get that he would never win. Good always conquered over evil and all that crap. There wasn't much she could do about it, though. He owned her soul. Why had she been so STUPID all those years ago? Just for a boy? This was the reason men were not worth her time and effort.

She made her way into a dark spot of the city, thinking she could get away from the crowd there. "…Meg." the same sly, deep voice tempted her. He was back. "Freedom was nice while it lasted." She thought to herself. Now it was back to the drawing board for Hades, and she was once again, just a pawn.