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1st Person Pov , in a restaurant in Venice (btw , for the sake of the fic , Venice will be the city of Love)

“I’m Sorry … You are a truly amazing girl and that’s exactly why I don’t think I deserve you'' A man sighs as he retracts his hand from yours and looks down - expecting you to freak out.

‘W-Wait! We can fix this , I love (?) you , please -‘ I thought to myself , desperately looking for any signs that I can hang onto. To my disappointment- there were none.

I sigh for a while and finally look up at him

 “It’s fine , just , was there anything I could’ve done?”

I ask , trying to find where it all went wrong. My hands were fidgeting. 

“No” He shakes his head and laughs “You’ve done everything and more - you’re literally the perfect girl , it’s just I can tell you don’t like me” 

“That obvious , huh?” I give a weak smile but tears threaten to fall. 

“Yeah” He smiles back “I could tell you tried to make it work - so thank you for that”

“I guess this is goodbye then?” I carefully ask

“I guess it is - I’m sorry it had to end”

“No , it’s fine but I must go now - I’ll pay for the bill” With that , I quickly start gathering my things , call a waiter and compose myself 

“I got it - don’t worry” He tries to reassure me

“Just let me do this” I pay off the bill and leave the rest to them as a tip . In reality, it was just too draining for me to stay there . 

“Ma’am  , are you sure you want to tip this much? It’s €128 extra!” The waiter calls out 

“It’s fine , you all deserve it , you’ve been so polite and hard working . Split it evenly among yourselves” 

Hastily , I dash off to my hotel . Taking off my heels and draping jacket over me as I walk across the roadside barefoot . It’s absolutely freezing and my dress - as gorgeous as it is - doesn’t offer the most protection against the cold. I thank whatever is out there as I finally cry , but luckily no mascara runs with it . 

Once in my room , I couldn’t wait to immediately take off the dress and also dress the blisters/wounds I got from the barefoot walk. I wipe off my makeup and try to splash my face with cold water to stop the tears to no avail . Once I had changed into a comfy , warm set of fluffy pyjamas , I finally curled up onto my grand King sized bed and got a large tub of Hagen-Daaz strawberry Cheesecake Icecream and dug in. 

I switch the big , hotel TV on and switch my favourite Childhood show on - Ever After High . I’d always loved the designs of the Character and loved how they showed the fairy tale characters and their life before the tale. So Ever After High quickly became my comfort show whenever something like this happened. 

My eyes flooded with tears once again when they talked about true loves kiss . 

“Hic . A-am I unloveable?” I cry out “They say I’m everything you want in a person?

 : rich , famous , beautiful , talented ,  kind , loving and Everyone says I’m amazing and perfect so why can I never have love?” 

“Isn’t that what everyone wants? I’ve become something everyone says they want to be like or to with yet here I am - all alone - while they found their one”

At some point in my life - I envied the love I saw everyone have so I tried as hard as I could to get it too . I dedicated hours and hours to learining different languages and instrument - made myself well-versed in almost every topic , became world  renowned and ‘loved’ by everyone but also no one.

I am the Y/n Venus for godsakes! Why am I stting here , all alone , moping in the dark watching a children’s show? 

I chuckle bittersweetly before sighing

“It’s my 3rd failed attempt at love this month! I’m in the City of Love but can’t find Love! No wonder they call me the ‘unattainable jewel’” 

What’s the point of me getting to the top if it’s so lonely? 

I feel myself drifting off to sleep - crying to sleep has always been refreshing - and , as I stare out into the mesmerising view out my window - a beautiful ,  starry night 

that’s also illuminated by the warm lights emitted by the windows of the city. Romance was in the air as I watched couples set out on gondola rides together . 

“I wish I could find at least someone to share that feeling with for the rest of our lives - i’d do anything for it” 

With that , my vision blurs , but I could swear I saw an angelic figure before I close my eyes. 

“Then prove it” 

I never knew , that night would be the night that would lead to me Finding You…

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1st person Pov

As I slowly open my eyes , a strong urge to vomit arises and persistent pounding in my head clouds my mind . The pounding and nauseating feeling gets worse and worse and I desperately seek out a place to expel whatever it was that my stomach didn’t like. 

Soon , I find a large door that leads to what I believe is the bathroom , but in my rush/urgency to find a place to hurl , I am unable to focus as much. Finally , I dive for the toilet and retch out everything I’d ‘eaten’. My head has still continued to throb and I lack the energy to move as I kneel on the ground - gasping for breath. 

‘Air!’ 

‘I. Need. Air!’

I claw at my chest in hopes to make it easier to breathe . Despite my vision being blurred by tears - I manage to catch a glimpse of what I’d thrown up . My eyes widen , my heart drops and an Irony taste lingers in my mouth as I notice what it was. 

I’m repulsed by the sight in front of me . A deep red - black colour splattered in front of me. Blood . I had just vomited blood . It’s all so painful ; my chest constricts , i’m losing feeling in my hands and feet and that god damn thrumming in my head is getting louder . 

“/n!”

“Y/n!”

“Y/N!”

Turning my head to the direction of the voice, I choke out a response

“H-help…”

“Just focus on my voice…” It reassures me “breathe… it’s going to be alright , stop scratching your chest”

I follow their instructions and calm down however I feel light-headed . 

“ Stay awake , please”

I try my hardest to keep my eyes open but soon succumb to the pain and lose focus.

A few hours later… (y/n’s been placed back into bed)

“Let me see her!”

“I’m afraid I can’t - she’s too unstable right now”

“PLEASE! I just need to see her”

My eyes jolt open at the commotion and , once again , my breathing is uneven. Beside me , I clutch onto the blanket.

‘What was that? Who were they? I live alone!’

I look around ; I’m currently on a large bed with a large… mirror/TV thing (?) in front of me . To the right is a grand double door and to my left is a giant window which gives me a view of the vast , gorgeous garden filled with greenery , animals , stone statues and a broad pond. The interior design of the room I’m in is extremely grand and detailed. It was designed to what I presume to be based off of grand , ancient greek palaces.

‘this isn’t my room…’

My eyes widen as I wonder ; ‘have I been kidnapped?!’

Suddenly a red-headed woman barges in - interrupting my thoughts.

“Y/N! You’re Awake!” She jumps to the side of my bed and starts kneeling and crying. She tries to hug me but I retract from her advances . 

“Who are you?” I ask , hold my blanket in defense

She lets out an awkward laugh “G-good joke sweetie” she stares at me , but her eyes widen when I continue to look at her confused and scared.

“Y/n…” 

“Who are you ?” I ask louder .

“I’m Megara - your mother! Don’t you remember , N/n?” She asks almost pleadingly

“You’re not my mom! I don’t know anyone by that name” The woman - Megara, looks at me incredulous but then it looks as though something in her breaks. 

“Y/n please , don’t do this to me” the beautiful woman cries into the bed.

“Leave her alone! I know you’re happy she’s awake but you have to give her space!”

An old lady (with wings?’ States before walking up to me and gently asking

“Sweetheart , how are you feeling?”

‘She reminds me of grandma’ I slowly relax and start

“I’m fine , i think , aside from this strange headache. Where am I?”

“That’s normal and currently , you are in your room . Do you remember anything?”

She looks at me worriedly. 

“I-I remember a strong urge to puke and finally vomiting but … I think I saw blood? Am I dreaming”

“No my dear , you aren’t and yes , I was there for that . Anything before that?”

I think for a bit , deciding whether I should play naïve for now , incase they are telling the truth and don’t know. 

“No. May I ask where ‘my chamber’ is?”

“Overall , we’re in Olympus . Do you know anything about yourself?”

‘Olympus? That’s not a place! It doesn’t exist , what are they talking about and what are those wings? I’m not dreaming am I?’ I quickly pinch myself to no avail and the two people look at me carefully. 

“My name is Y/n? And… you’re ( I look at ‘Megara’) my mom? I’m sorry , I really don’t know anything else…”  They look at me mournfully

‘What did I do?’

Suddenly , the red head sobs

“If I could ask , What’s happening right now? Why do you have wings?”

The Old woman sighs “Right now , you’ve finally woken up from your vegative state which we are yet to know the cause of . A few moments prior , what you believe to be a dream was real and did happen. I have wings as I’m an angel  , specifically a healing one that your mother commissioned. Would it be alright if I were to run sone tests on you.”

I was incredibly suspicious of these people ‘what if it’s all fake and they're just kidnappers?’ But something in my gut is telling me they’re speaking the truth.

“Yes?” I say skeptically

With that , the old woman gestures at Megara to leave,  which she does but looks back at me tearfully before she goes. 

A few days later , 3rd person Pov , in Y/n’s room

Dear Diary ,                                               18/7/2130

It’s been 4 days since I woke up in this strange place. While the Old lady ,Hygeia, has been running tests on me , I’ve been doing some tests and research on my own in this new place . I’ve confirmed this place is in fact Olympus which makes everything so confusing . 

Why am I here?

What happened?

What am I meant to do?

Who am I?

I’ve managed to learn from Hygeia and Megara that  I am Y/N Megara , daughter of Megara and Hercules and the future Megara… I’m so confused on what that means but it feels oddly familiar. 

From what I’ve gathered , the former Y/n Megara was very  shy and many  others doubted her capabilities in succeeding the current Megara. Pity . She’s gorgeous - back at Earth (is this place still Earth or another place entirely?) She could be a supermodel and that’s coming from a supermodel , a former supermodel. 

Apparently, to become the next Megara means to take up the mantle and follow the story/life of ‘my’ ancestors and their story as Megara as it’s my ‘destiny’  . 

The former Y/n Megara had apparently fallen into a comatose state - primary suspect(from what I gathered from her latest entries in this diary) is Hera. Alibi - hatred for Zeus’ infidelity and Hercules being his ‘bastard’ child.

If that is true , and if my memory about this subject (don’t judge me , I learnt it when I was with this geeky partner) , Hera was a goddess too. That could explain this constant nausea and illness I feel.

Speaking of my state , my body seems to be very frail . I keep vomiting and constantly feel nausea/weak.

Anyways , why am I here?  What happened that caused me to be here. 

I’ll list what I did before I got transported here;

• In Venice , I lost a partner (again…)

• Went back home barefoot

• Changed

• Cried into my sheets

• Ate Ice cream and put on  … Ever after High

• Wished on a star,  I think - If memory serves me right , it was something about my pathetic love life

• I think I saw a figure before I blacked out

Wait… destiny? Stories?  EVER AFTER HIGH! That sounds just like what the fairy tale characters of Ever After High followed! Could it be?…

Will be back to write more , must first search for answers ~Y/N  ‘Venus’ Megara.

( A/n I might use Venus to differentiate past and present Y/n)

I’ve gotten closer to Megara now and she seems like she was a sweet mother. Whenever I ask about this ‘destiny’ thing however , she acts on edge? Like she!s very nervous when I mention it. I’ve avoided it till now but if I really am in the world of Ever After , I have to know , 

As I go up to search for Megara (with a napkin of course in case I have a coughing fit/blood episode again) , I overhear something … interesting .

“Just tell me! I can take it , I just want to be able to know what’s going on with my daughter”

“You won’t like it…”

“I need to know! Please , it’ll be more painful if I don’t know what’s wrong”

Hygeia sighs “Raphaelis - nicknamed ‘angel’s doll’ . The child has contracted that Titan ( Titans were the og evil in mythology) awful disease . I’m sure you’ve heard the Poem of the fleeting youth that dies from it , At most , I suspect she may not make it past 20 - 21 if we’re lucky”

Megara shrieks at that and falls to her knees at which the old lady helps her support up. 

“Why…” she sobs out “Is 3 years all I have left with her at most?” she cries into the elder’s arms.

“This isn’t right , it isn’t! My child who is not even an adult will have to leave before I do? That’s the worst punishment I could recieve”

“I’m trying to look into every solution , it will be fine!”

“There is NO cure! No one has found a cure for it ! God, please , can I not do anything to bear the pain for her?”

“While I’ve yet to find the cure , I have found something to alleviate her symptoms but…”

“What is it! As long as I can support her , any way is fine”

“It uses poison - the poison of the wonderlanian golden viper . I know , it is highly lethal , ( she stares carefully at Megara’s state of fear before continuing) however , in small , controlled doses , it can act as a highly potent pain killer”

Megara had no response to that. She just stared into the empty space - defeated . 

After a few moments , she gathered her strength. 

“I- I’ll let her decide” she says finally “I want her to have the freedom to choose any route she wants in… the time she has as she asked me before . If taking this is a choice she makes , I will support her”

“What are we going to do about Grimm ? You know how adamant he is about his destinies following the path he sets out and he seems to fully expect Y/n to be at Ever after High at least by the start of the next (school) year.”

“Well screw Milton! He can go use his puppets , I won’t let my daughter lose her freedom before she … she” Once again Megara tears up 

The healer nods in understanding 

“Understood , we’ll ask her soon then.”

With that I hastily run back to my room before they see me. 

‘Raphaelis , huh . Didn’t think my condition was that bad…’ I had read about it while I was researching this place . Tears slowly stream down my face.

“GAH! Why …?” I seeth.    “AM I NOT ALLOWED HAPPINESS?”

I grip onto my pillow as hard as my weak muscles let me and break out into a sob. 

I then think of what Megara said about my freedom and make a resolve 

“Screw it! Screw destiny ; Screw fate ! I’ll blaze my own path” 

I wash my face and dry my tears before sorting my thought 

‘I will show you!’

10 minutes later , Hygeia and Megara enter the room 

Neither are able to make eye contact with me. 

“Dear …” Hygeia starts, her voice wavering before she strengthens her resolve , “The tests I’ve completed … No matter how many times I retried it , they all came back with one result”

‘Can you stop making this so dramatic!’ I think to myself , getting annoyed at how much she is dancing around the topic . I exhale and think to myself ‘just smile, it’s hard for them too.’

“Raphaelis- you have had Raphaelis , otherwise known as Angel’s doll or Youth’s Curse . Ikm guessing you’ve also forgotten what it is so I’ll tell you;

 “there’s a famous poem about it - the melody of fleeting youth - and you will continue to deteriorate until” tears begin to pool in both her and Megara’s eyes but Hygeia steels herself

“Until you are eventually not ‘you’ anymore and leave this world. You will have frequent episodes in which you will be in pain and cough up blood .” She’s quiet as clenches her fists and grits her teeth to power through

“There are no known cures and the cause is still unknown. I’m afraid you have only around 5 years left .” 

I just nod along , already knowing this , yet it still hurts . Akin to ripping off the bandage to a fresh wound . I shake ever so slightly and my voice wavers a bit which they lightly note and flinch at.

“I see… is there anyway I can at least numb/lower the pain?”

Hygeia Pov , at that moment

“There is one that I know of , but it’s dangerous and I myself don’t recommend it.”

Y/n looks at me expectantly. ‘I pity this child’

“It’s the poison of the wonderlanian golden viper - highly lethal , however it is a powerful and effective painkiller when used in small doses . I must ask , y/n , are you really sure you want to do this?”

She smiles at me with a knowing and gentle smile. That’s what truly breaks my facade of stoism. 

‘How can a child , not even in her 20’s , still smile gently after hearing life changing news !’

I begin to cry and kneel in my chair .

“I-I’m sorry y/n” I choke out “How are you enduring this? I’ve just told you terrible news and admitted I can be of no help to you?” Digging my nails into my knees , I curl up further until she reaches out at me 

“It’s okay , Hygeia , You’ve been of so much help to me already” She reaches out for my hands , and with a warm and soft smile , reassures me.

‘How strong can a person be? How long has she dealt with this for her to have come to terms with it?’

Beside me, I can hear Megara once again lamenting over the news and reactions of her daughter which has become more of a common sight recently. Don’t get me wrong , she’s usually such a strong , playful and seductive person, but , like anyone else , when it comes to her child she often becomes very motherly, protective and concerned. The recent events have taken an obvious toll on her mentality but it warms my heart to see her genuine care for her daughter.

Megara’s Pov , at that moment

“Darling , I know you still don’t feel all that… close to me and I don’t blame you! I just want you to know , I’m here for you” I smile at her

I’ve noticed she’s been distant , but it really must be because of this horrid curse . Sometimes , it feels as though she’s always waiting for me to disappear? Like she is unsure of how long I’ll be here and it hurts . It hurts so much to know I am powerless . Just like before , I’m still powerless. And-

“Thank you!” She tearfully says , snapping me out of my thoughts . She then hugs me as though she were touch starved

“It’s ok , you don’t need to thank me , it’s the least I could do.” Y/n looks at me , as if she already knows I’ve got more to say . 

Y/n’s Pov , at that moment

“With that in mind , I want to ask you - and please do not feel any pressure to agree , I’ll stand by your decision - Would you like to go to Ever After High? I know you don’t want to go too far from me and that you want your own life , i just thought it’s better there than Mythology high ( for sake of plot , imagine the greek mythology characters and children go there . I just got the idea from Cupid and all that , we’ll just say they’ve been separated into two areas/location)

after what that little harlots Hera’s demon spawn will do to you. And I just think with your 5 years (even if I don’t want you to leave) it would be-”

“It’s alright mom” 

Cutting her off , I huff and really am grateful for her consideration and care for me - it’s foreign but it really is comforting. Was this what I was looking for before?

“I will go , I know you’ve already got Milton Grimm on you , hounding you for when I’ll be coming” 

She looks at me with concern

“Are you sure? Even if Grimm tries to make me budge , I won’t . You are my only child and if I have to ward off Grimm for your happiness , it’s fine . I spent years with Hades for a silly love that would never work out so this would be nothing if it’s for you”

“Yes , I am and don’t feel guilty , I also want to meet new people and learn about them!”

She huffs before looking at me with a tender gaze 

“You really are a stubborn one , just like me…” she shakes her head before continuing “I know this is selfish of me , but please just stay with me for a few months more .” 

“Of course!” 

‘So this is love ( a/n you creeps , I mean motherly love and you know it , don’t make this heartfelt moment weird) ? It really is true - it’s such a warm , gentle feeling .’

And for once in Y/n Venus’ life , she felt whole.  (well , at least more than she had before ) After searching for years , she’d finally found love and she never wants it to go away . 

“I love you”

“I love you more , my child…”