Disclaimer: The story, idea, plot, and any people not belonging to
Xena: Warrior Princess or Hercules: The Legendary Journeys belong to
me. As you all know...Ares, Xena, Gabrielle and the others belong to
Renaissance Pictures.

Rating: PG-13

Sex/Swearing/Violence: No, no, and violence? Lemme see, this is XENA...
and the God of War, os of course there is going to be violence!

Subtext: HELL NO!!!
--ok, I did swear once...sorry :)--

Authors Note: I wrote this for a project in school, had to change the
names and appearances back.

Feedback: YES PLZ! The bard is starving! hehe




The Heart of War
by Xandra Gunns


"Ancient gods once battled the earth for power, passion, and glory. They
reigned over mortals with justice, evil ruling alongside with fear and prejudice.
"I am Hera, Queen of the Gods. Here, thousands of years ago, I was
trapped by my husband Zeus, in the deepest abyss in Hell, long forgotten by mortals
today. But, this story is not about me, rather one of my sons, and the mortal woman
who stole his heart...the heart of War.

The sun faded over the horizon as dusk fell rapidly on the valley. Xena and
Gabrielle were setting up camp by a gurgling brook. Gabrielle, a petite woman with
strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, was gathering wood for a fire. Xena, a tall
warrior with long raven hair and crystalline blue eyes, was setting up their bedrolls
next to where the fire soon would be. The woman shaded her eyes against the last
of the sun's rays and looked out across the mountain.

"We have to cross the pass tomorrow if we are to make it to Sicily on
time." The bard threw her companion a confused look as she came back with the
firewood.

"I thought that we had a week to get there from here."

"We would have, if it hadn't been for those thieves earlier. Stopping them
cost us time and, by the looks of it, winter will come early this year."

It was true, the bandits had been an unexpected deley, and acknowledging
her friend's wisdom about the world, Gabby had to agree with her that winter was
coming sooner this year. Plus, it was late fall, and the weather was growing colder
each day. As they finished setting up camp and eating an early dinner of trout from
the stream, the stars came out littering the night sky in their eternal brightness.
Beginning to fall asleep, they failed to detect a dark figure apear at the tree line. As
the mute moon rose above the treetops, the figure bent over Xena and laid
something by her side. This done, he disappeared into the night, leaving only the
sound of the remaining leaves rustling in the breeze.

tbc......