This is my submission to Drop the Needle. It was #3, because I was super anal about getting it in, so I pretty much sent it in two seconds after Authoress called for it. I used a temporary title. So far, I can't think of a name I like enough.
Megara, having recently died, drank from the Pool of Lethe (forgetfulness) along with the other spirits before being judged for her final destination. Theseus, one of the prisoners of the palace bound to a bench, argues with Hades' that she deserves Elysium (paradise). Afterward, Theseus and Megara get into an argument.
“I said thank you! What do you want from me? I’m not going to lick your feet.”
“Just. Go. Away. I’m never helping anybody else again. Stupid girl.”
I walked back to the three judges in the middle of the room, who were still waiting to escort me to my final destination. “I have a name,” I said, raising my voice so he could hear me with my back turned. “It’s Megara, and I hope you don’t forget it.”
There was a gasp from behind me. “No you’re not.”
I turned back. Theseus was gaping at me. “Yes, I am,” I said.
“But you’re so young! You were fine just two years ago. I saw the babies once—how did you die?”
He looked at me like he knew who I was. “Is she the Megara?” he said to the judges. “The Princess? Looks like her, but I haven’t seen her in years.”
“The one and only,” replied Minos grimly. “She’ll remember soon enough once we get her a draught of Mnemosyne.”
“How did she die?” Theseus whispered.
My head was spinning and spinning. “Princess? Mnemosyne? Theseus, who are you? Who am I?”
Pirithous was frowning. “Yeah, Theseus. Who is this girl? You know her?”
“Come on,” said Rhadamanthus firmly, dragging me along by my elbow. “It’s time to go.”
“But—I want to know,” I protested, but to no avail. The three judges were forcibly pulling me away now, leaving me no choice but to go along with them, out of Hades’ palace, and toward Elysium.