"That's what you think." Ares said to himself as he eavesdropped on their conversation. Satisfied that this part of his plan could take care of itself, the god de-materialized. He re-materialized at a humble cottage, the home of the best sorcerer nearby. ::It also helps that he worships me:: Ares thought to himself as the surprised man jumped to his feet, spilling the soup he had been eating. ::clumsy mortal:: Aries thought disgustingly to himself, and he put his most charming smile on and said, "Is it finished?"
The man stuttered, "A-Ares. You're here..."
"Well?" Ares said, beginning to lose patience.
"Oh, um, you see," the man stalled, "I found the spell you needed, and it'll work perfectly... but..."
This mortal was getting on his nerves, but Ares needed him for a little while longer. "What?" he said, annoyed.
"The spell. It takes a month to work." the sorcerer said quietly.
"WHAT?!?!" Ares shouted, and the mortal cowered and fell to his hands and knees before him. The cowering pleased him slightly, and he felt better. "It takes a month?" the god asked in a calmer voice.
"Yes, your godliness. Time must be spent gathering the ingredients, drying herbs, or else the spell will not work."
Ares grumbled to himself and asked, "You don't have any dried herbs around here that you could use?"
"No," the sorcerer said, "Some of the ingredients will only be usable for a few days after they are picked, other are more complicated."
Ares sighed. He hated waiting to kill his little brother and the girl, but he had enough experience with Strife to know that if he rushed things, Hercules would slip through his fingers again. "Very well. Start work immediently on the spell. You know which lake I ment, don't you?" the mortal nodded his head vigorously, apparently glad that Ares would let him live. "Call me when the work is finished."
The mortal bowed and Ares disappeared.
The man stuttered, "A-Ares. You're here..."
"Well?" Ares said, beginning to lose patience.
"Oh, um, you see," the man stalled, "I found the spell you needed, and it'll work perfectly... but..."
This mortal was getting on his nerves, but Ares needed him for a little while longer. "What?" he said, annoyed.
"The spell. It takes a month to work." the sorcerer said quietly.
"WHAT?!?!" Ares shouted, and the mortal cowered and fell to his hands and knees before him. The cowering pleased him slightly, and he felt better. "It takes a month?" the god asked in a calmer voice.
"Yes, your godliness. Time must be spent gathering the ingredients, drying herbs, or else the spell will not work."
Ares grumbled to himself and asked, "You don't have any dried herbs around here that you could use?"
"No," the sorcerer said, "Some of the ingredients will only be usable for a few days after they are picked, other are more complicated."
Ares sighed. He hated waiting to kill his little brother and the girl, but he had enough experience with Strife to know that if he rushed things, Hercules would slip through his fingers again. "Very well. Start work immediently on the spell. You know which lake I ment, don't you?" the mortal nodded his head vigorously, apparently glad that Ares would let him live. "Call me when the work is finished."
The mortal bowed and Ares disappeared.