Realized this story was outdated and it was brought to my attention that the spelling an grammar were pore. I went over and corrected as much as possible, so here is the renewed version :)
So, I was checking out some cross-overs and they all lacked in this one idea I had. So, me having to test my abilities and adjust to an aray of characters, I decided to take on an un-likely characters that just so happen to be watching the hungers games and more. Now read on and find out how things came to be, what they are, and what they will be.
Aprohdites' POV
My lover, Ares, grew bored with the world we had created.
He was sitting on the stairs one day, watching Apollo fly across the sky, lighting it in an array of colors. He called me over with an angry but thoughtful voice. His eyebrows were strangely quizzical as he was in deep thought.
"What is it my dear," I ask as I sit down. I may not be Athena, but I am very intelligent when it comes to emotions, where she lacks. Ares isn't a thinker, he's a doer, he acts without thinking, not seeing a need for it.
"The war is at peace, America called a truce," he explains. I smile. "That's wonderful, is it not," I question, as a jolt of joy whips through me. The war's over, now I can reign supreme.
"That's what I'm worried about," he speaks worriedly, but oddly, a smile crosses his face. "But my dearest, we can rest, you can rest. We need not worry any longer, our little toys can now be used as we please," I convince, but my efforts are in vein.
"Exactly," he beams evilly. "Now my dove, what makes the best play? How did Shakespeare conquere the ultimate love story," he asks, trying to lead me to his own level. "Shakespeare was my favorite son," I smile in memory. He was an amazing poet yes, but his love stories were so intriguing, so perfect.
Poetry, I glance to my comrads chariot as he flys across the sky. He's a poet is he not?
"No, war. War makes the greatest love story. War makes drama, was makes deaths and losses. Tragedy," he pauses as he lets out a chuckle. "You're quite frightening when you're thinking," I giggle. "Why thank you. So, that war of ours," he pauses and then continues, "we may need to begin it before word gets to my father."
"Secrets are my specialty." Those words were true beyond meaning, but little did I know what they would lead to.
The dark days.
This will be continued, later on when I'm not so busy. Stay tuned!