Truth Or Fiction

Chapter Seven

Hercules and Zeus made their way over to a corner of the room. There were no separate areas where they could go but thankfully everyone seemed to give them a wide berth. Maybe it was because there was a frown on Hercules' face that seemed out of place for the hero.

"Father, how could you?" Hercules asked, breaking the silence that had occurred as either one waited for the other to say the first word. "Mal was a baby and she was the one who needed help."

Zeus sighed. "Hercules, you've got to understand. The coup against Olympus was still rather fresh—."

"Fresh? Father, I'm pretty sure the coup happened years before the Isle was even created. And again, that has nothing to do with Mal."

Hercules shook his head as he looked at his father, disappointment clear in his blue eyes. "What am I supposed to tell Hyllus, Macaria or Herkie? The one thing Meg and I have always told them was that if they got into trouble and for whatever reason their mother or I weren't there to help, Olympus would always be there to give them aid."

"And we always will be," Zeus stated.

"How can they be sure about that?" Hercules asked.

"They're my grandchildren Hercules! Of course I—."

"Mal's your niece and you weren't there for her when Uncle Hades asked for your help. Excuse me if I have a hard time believing now that you'd be there for your grandchildren."

"You're calling him Uncle after he kidnapped you and removed your godhood? Not to mention the fact that—."

"Father, I may not be particarlly close to him but there is no denying the fact that Hades is my uncle. I am only giving him the proper title. But while we're on that subject, it seriously took you years to talk to me? I guess abandoning family members when talking to them is inconvenient for you is a habit."

Was that hit a little below the belt? Probably. Did he regret saying it? Not in the slightest.

"Okay, okay Hercules. I think he gets the idea," Meg said, trying to keep her voice gentle as to not draw attention. Not because she didn't want Zeus to feel shame. Oh no, quite the opposite. But she didn't want Mal to feel embarrassed over this.

She could see Macaria was in the midst of a conversation with her purple haired cousin, Hyllus busy chatting away with Uma while Herkie was nodding along to whatever Hadie was talking about.

They weren't the only ones chatting with their family. Dizzy Tremaine had left Evie's side and struck up a conversation with one of the Charming girls. Leah of course was venting as loudly as she could to the only audience that would suffer her rants—her family.

Dear Gods she's got a set of lungs on her, Meg thought. I'm on the other side of the room and I can still hear her clearly. I have to wonder though. She's clearly miserable, why on Earth did the Fates bring her?

Shaking her head slightly, she turned back to the conversation between her father in law and her husband.

"Thank you Meg—."

"I didn't intervene for you Zeus," Meg stated. "I intervened because I knew we had the possibility of our volume getting louder than we'd want it too and I didn't want anyone being embarrassed."

"But I—."

"Zeus, you were the one content to let a baby suffer at the hands of Maleficent," Meg told him, crossing her arms over her chest. "A baby who shouldn't haven't been on the Isle since her only 'crime' was to be born. Something that she in no way could control."