Born Megara, (mɛɡərə; Greek: Μεγάρα), I was the oldest daughter of Creon, the King of Thebes. I was an independent woman and Father let me run rather wild for a princess. Leave it to me to be cornered by a centaur river guardian while out riding my horse. Enter said Hero-in- Training, Hercules. Being the witty woman I am, I told him I was a “Damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.” Needless to say, he got me out of a rather tight spot and returned me to my Father.

There were more times we got tossed together and more times we snuck off together. Like the time I sprung him from all day training and appointments his manager Phil had him doing just to enjoy life a bit. Poor guy, he felt just alone as I did. Yeah, I was a princess but I was a lone because I spoke my mind and didn’t listen to the ways of men, like all the other females did. I was too outspoken for that. That was the night I knew that at least out loud I wouldn’t say I was in love. A month or so later war broke out and Hercules became the hero he was meant to be. And you know what? He chose me. We married and had kids. Life couldn’t have been better.

But then the Queen of the Gods got a bee in her headdress for some reason and decided //she// didn’t want Hercules to be happy. So what does that Heifer do? She made Hercules go crazy! So he kills me! Yeah.. me and our kids. And if that wasn’t enough? Heifer Queen talks to some Evil Queen in some Fairy Tale world who has some grudge on some step-daughter and has a curse in place. This curse is taking all the happy ever after’s away from people who wronged her somehow. Well wronged her in her head, even if they never really did.

But anyway, Hera, once we were all died, she lets our kids rest in peace, which I’m thankful for, but she ships my body off to a new world and let me tell me you, this world is strange! So here I am, running a Greek inspired Spa, in a small town in Maine called Storybrooke. Life ain’t too bad here. I am a big girl after all, l I can tie my own sandals and everything. I go by Meghan Thebes here, can’t complain too much. Friends still call me Meg, at least they would if I had any friends. And it’s as close as Megara as I can get. And being an independent woman here, isn’t frowned on as much as back home.

While I miss my kids, maybe I can find a new ending to a new fairy tale? After all, Fairy Tales can be rewritten can’t they?