Disclaimer: "My" Ares is based on how Kevin Smith played him in the Xena and Hercules series.
Dedication: To Kevin Smith - You will be missed
Pictures that go with this story can be find at http://www.mehlaa.50megs.com/ares/minitempeleng.htm
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~*~ Offerings ~*~
"What a bother!" I think. Again I try to threat the thin elastic string through my needle. I finally did it and I start picking up the little golden beats. At that same moment the living room is lit up by a blue/white flash. It startles me and I drop the beats on the floor. A deep manslaughter rumbles around my room. I am on hands and knees to pick up all the beats again. The beats disappear, "Is this what you are looking for?" says Ares while looking at his own hand. "Yes," I say "I am trying to fill up a treasure chest." While I am talking I point at the little sigarbox I painted. "It is going to contain gold bullion and jewels." Ares nods in aprovement. "The gold bullion I made by cutting matches in 3 pieces and painting them gold." The little box of gold disappears from the table and reappears in Ares' hand. "Wood with gold paint?" he mumbles. "Yes," I reply a little bit more angry sounding than I wanted to. "did you think I had lots of gold just laying around?" Ares looks at me with his dark eyes "Calm down," he says quasi apologetic "I didn't mean anything by it." He looks at the fake gold ones again. And then everything reappears on the table again.
He turns around to watch the little wooden temple "What else is going to be in the treasure chest?" I started working with the beat again. "There is a little bag in the temple with little pearl colored beats in it. I am going to put them in as pearls. And my mom has some little stones that look like diamonds and my grandmother some glitter glue to make rubies." A growl of approval comes from the temple.
"And this?" I look and see that Ares has a little bag with a basket of apples in his hand. "Did you make this too?" "No." I admit "Someone gave those to me." "You? They gave it to ME." Ares corrects me with a grin on his face. I look at him and agrees because I don't want a discussion. "And who gave those apples to me?" Ares asks. "Truus de Wild." I answer. "Good, I think I will go and visit Truus too." Before I can tell Ares that he better shouldn't he disappears again, leaving me behind with the beats.
Dedication: To Kevin Smith - You will be missed
Pictures that go with this story can be find at http://www.mehlaa.50megs.com/ares/minitempeleng.htm
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~*~ Offerings ~*~
"What a bother!" I think. Again I try to threat the thin elastic string through my needle. I finally did it and I start picking up the little golden beats. At that same moment the living room is lit up by a blue/white flash. It startles me and I drop the beats on the floor. A deep manslaughter rumbles around my room. I am on hands and knees to pick up all the beats again. The beats disappear, "Is this what you are looking for?" says Ares while looking at his own hand. "Yes," I say "I am trying to fill up a treasure chest." While I am talking I point at the little sigarbox I painted. "It is going to contain gold bullion and jewels." Ares nods in aprovement. "The gold bullion I made by cutting matches in 3 pieces and painting them gold." The little box of gold disappears from the table and reappears in Ares' hand. "Wood with gold paint?" he mumbles. "Yes," I reply a little bit more angry sounding than I wanted to. "did you think I had lots of gold just laying around?" Ares looks at me with his dark eyes "Calm down," he says quasi apologetic "I didn't mean anything by it." He looks at the fake gold ones again. And then everything reappears on the table again.
He turns around to watch the little wooden temple "What else is going to be in the treasure chest?" I started working with the beat again. "There is a little bag in the temple with little pearl colored beats in it. I am going to put them in as pearls. And my mom has some little stones that look like diamonds and my grandmother some glitter glue to make rubies." A growl of approval comes from the temple.
"And this?" I look and see that Ares has a little bag with a basket of apples in his hand. "Did you make this too?" "No." I admit "Someone gave those to me." "You? They gave it to ME." Ares corrects me with a grin on his face. I look at him and agrees because I don't want a discussion. "And who gave those apples to me?" Ares asks. "Truus de Wild." I answer. "Good, I think I will go and visit Truus too." Before I can tell Ares that he better shouldn't he disappears again, leaving me behind with the beats.