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in life, she was an inferno. in death, she burned in hell.

Do you know what it's like to watch your dreams die? To pour everything you have into something and watch it crash and burn? Megara did. She struggled through her abuse. She rose to become an alpha. She began a revolution - but one, that ultimately failed. The royal packs of Beacon Hills ceased to be what they were. Both a blessing and a curse. The Tanners would spread a message of peace to their offspring, the Olsen's would never be the pack they had once been, the fate of the Chevaliers rested on a girl who had never liked royals too much and the Taos? No one really knows what became of them. At least, Meg did not. There was no purpose for her in Beacon Hills. She couldn't even anchor herself to the pack she had built. It wasn't enough.

Megara left in search of a new dream, a new purpose, a new life. She would travel the world, an empty shell. For all her talk of tearing down the royals, she had been unable to separate the royal from the human in her. Born a royal, die a royal. She was both disgusted and captivated by herself. And for her, there was little enjoyment in life. Picking a man up at the bar was meaningless. The sunshine felt cold. This wasn't living, only existing. And Megara had never been sure how to transform from one to the other.

The hunters of Beacon Hills were quite tame. The Calaveras were not. You could travel the world and still be within their sight. It's a funny thing. To watch a royal werewolf brought to her knees in front of the man with wolfbane, a taser and a machine gun. Her pride was knocked. No, it vanished. It was her first and last visit to Mexico - not that she ever saw any of the country. She woke in a cell, strapped to a chair, electricity attached to her. The rules of the Game were simple. She answered their questions or she faced torture. Her constant nightmare, fear of being captured and reduced to nothing more than the animal they saw her as came true. They would never let her leave. To end the line of Zeus... a true victory. So Megara chose the pain. It was a month. Or she thinks it was. The days and nights pass by without recognition when a prisoner.

Eventually, they figured it out. They figured out that Megara had nothing to fight for - nothing more to lose. A Calavera pressed a gun to her forehead, asked if she had any last words. Megara told them that she would see them in the underworld. They would be cell mates. Equals under the torture of demons, or whatever Hades offered. She never saw the pattern of blood that stained the wall. She never knew that it took a week to scrub it out. She didn't know that her body was burnt, a charred corpse thrown out for disposal. There was no funeral. No mourners. No one remembered the girl who might have changed the world.

Megara met death for the first time, having delivered so many victims into his arms. She met his steely gaze, not flinching as he delivered her to her fate. They were equals.

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What sort of ideas? You remembered my name.

Not exactly, just jotting down a few ideas before I forget them. How are you, Meg?

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My upbringing was a little isolated.

Neither have I, yet that fact alone never prevented me from encountering similar traditions such as this one.

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You look busy.

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Then what brings you here? Greece.

I must admit that I did not quite bother to memorize it. Never believed I’d actually move here— well, I suppose we could just go around and wish everyone a happy fourth of July and get away with not knowing. Where are you from, if I may ask?

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I never learnt to begin with.

Me neither. I keep forgetting what this tradition is for, quite honestly.

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I never studied American history.

The fourth of July, a celebration of independence and what not.

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I don't understand this tradition. Why are there fireworks?

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You Americans say the oddest things. Either you want in or not. I'd choose, if I were you.

I am very well aware of the benefits that I could obtain. My boyfriend happens to be a Royal Alpha, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to protect him. Catch my drift?

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I'm pretty sure they have. But Tori seems...nice. As you told me. You could always get a job?

To be honest, I have not seen many yet. I have only been talking with the Tanner’s to say hello. I am unaware if they have caught on or not. Oh, but I don’t know what to do…the days get long and boring. There was only so much to see in this town…

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You mean the royals have't caught on yet? Whatever you want. You're free.

That is very true. I do enjoy being in a new place where almost nobody knows me, too. Although, I do have quite a bit of time on my hands now. What should I do?

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It's better here than covering up for my brothers illegal activities.

I see somebody has gotten used to carrying that badge. Sounds like you might even be enjoying it, yes?

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I was happy to.

You have already done so much for me. 

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I've already told you what I fight for. You just need to know there's nothing I wouldn't do to get it. As an omega, you stand to benefit the most.

I don’t trust easily, either. So, if you want me on your side. Your going to have to speak     thoroughly.

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You're welcome. It's the least I could do.

You did not have to - thank you.