Lonely Goddess

WARNINGS: In the near future this story will have a f/f relationship, if this bothers you then don't read. Its that easy. There will also be more violence. After all this story has The goddess and god of war!

The battle was over. Bodies littered the once green ground, some were dead while others were dying. Healers and friends searched the bodies and pulled them away to some sort of comfort. On top of a hill that over looked bloody grass stood a woman. She wore the most beautiful armor over her white tunic. On her arm was a large shield that bore the horrible head of the once feared gorgon Medusa, in her other hand she held a long spear that seemed to glow in the aftermath of the battle. At her waist was a sharp sword that had a few scratches and dents from the fight.

Athena took off her helmet and smiled brightly as she looked to the sky. Swooping down from the heavens was a large golden chariot pulled by two white horses. Guiding them with reins of gold was a beautiful golden haired goddess who wore a wreath of olive leaves on her head.

Standing behind Athena with a scowl on his face was a tall dark haired man. His black armor seemed to absorb the light around him and his large sword that hung at his side still dripped with blood. He crossed his muscular arms over his board chest and watched the approaching chariot with a look of scorn on his handsome face.

"I want your troops out of the area by night fall Ares." Athena said as she tucked her helmet under her arm and continued to watch the chariot. Men around them walked by not noticing the two immortals that had been fighting amongst them just moments ago. "And take your wounded this time." She said as an after thought.

For a moment Ares was tempted to pull his sword out and use it on his sister but he thought better of it and clenched his hands till his knuckles were white. "I would have had you if you hadn't cheated." He growled as he turned his gaze to Athena.

"Cheated?" Athena asked with a raised brow as she turned and studied the dark god in front of her. "I did no such thing. I just out thought you again." She explained then turned with a smug grin on her face.

"Gray Eyed daughter of Zeus, Athena. Blood Thirsty Ares. Hear me Nike, Winged Goddess of Victory." The chariot driver called out as her horses landed softly on the ground. Holding up a wreath of olive leaves she couldn't help but smile at Athena. "I who grant victory to both mortal and immortal alike have heard the voice of the Fates and they have decreed that The Gray Eyed Goddess has one this battle." She declared as she stepped up to Athena, who bowed her head to receive the wreath that Nike offered.

Ares watched with hatred in his eyes. Gnashing his teeth in anger he turned away and watched as the remains of his decimated army collected the dead and wounded. He was tired of losing to his sister. He turned back in time to watch Nike get back in her chariot. "Have a nice ride." He snapped then crossed his arms again.

Rolling her eyes at the sulking god Nike gave a nod to Athena then rode back into the sky. Athena turned to look at her brother and grinned when she saw his pout. "Oh come on Ares. Surely by know you've gotten used to me beating you." She said with amusement. Ares's face turned dark red as he held back his anger. "If you ask nicely I'll let you wear the wreath." She joked.

"Keep it up Athena and I'll be wearing more then your wreath." He growled a warning as his eyes narrowed dangerously and he took half a step closer to his sister. Athena raised a brow in amusement and shook her head.

"Your threats don't scare me Ares." She said the grip on her spear tightening. "There is nothing you can beat me at." The corner of her lips curled into a grin and she raised her brow.

Ares let out a soft laugh then shook his head. "Oh there is something I can beat you at." He said just as a shimmering light flashed next to him and Aphrodite appeared. He turned to the goddess of love and smiled wickedly at her. "There you are." He said as he turned and let his eyes travel over her body.

Aphrodite looked at Ares and smiled as she felt a blush creep up her neck. "Sorry, I was busy at one of my temples then Zeus needed to talk to me." She said as Ares wrapped an arm around her slim waist. She tried to push him away but he was too strong. "Not here." She whispered urgently and looked around in fright that her husband might be around.

Athena watched Ares and Aphrodite with a burning feeling in her gut. Ares was right, there was something that he could beat her at. He had someone who loved him while Athena was alone. Chewing on her lip she couldn't hold back the jealousy that tore through her veins. She would have traded in all the olive wreaths for someone to look at her the way Aphrodite looked at Ares. But what was more, she would have liked it if Aphrodite looked at her that way.

It wasn't something that had just happened one day. It had been building for a long time. After all the fighting with the Trojan war, Athena had realized just how brave Aphrodite was. The goddess had entered the battle field to save that silly Paris. Nothing something most gods would do. After the war Athena had let herself be more friendly to Aphrodite. And in turn The goddess of Love was friendly in turn.

Athena refused to let Ares see his victory over her so she turned to leave. But Aphrodite's gentle voice stopped her. "Athena, Zeus is looking for you. And I need your help " She said then her voice was stopped by Ares's lips against hers'.

"Thanks." Athena said as she took a few steps away from the couple. She didn't want to be near them when they were together. "Come see me later if you need to." With that Athena vanished and reappeared in her War room on Mount Olympus.

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