Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story accept Daeonara, which
is purely a fictional character. I mean absolutely no offense to actor
Kevin Smith (Ares) and did mourn over his death. Please take no offense to
this story. All locations are purely fictional as well, and I give great
props to the creators of Xena: Warrior Princess and Hercules.
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Ares: God of . . . Love?!?
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Chapter One: The Battle
The swords clashed along with the thunder and screams echoedfrom miles around. The war at Corinth had been going on for nearly a year. This particular battle, which would be the last, had lasted a week, and the men were growing weary. But as fatigue plagues their bodies, a particular force plagues their minds and heart. Walking unseen, the great God Ares drove them into anger and hatred.They were greedy, warring types. Things like this didn't phase them a bit. Attacking innocent people, children, plundering and burnng as they went. Ares was quite pleased with his work, giving a rebellious grin every time he heard the slash of a sword into an innocent man's flesh. "Ahh," he sighed to himself, "It's hard work, really, but somebody's got to do it." He couldn't help but give another evil grin at his own cleverness. Just as he saw fatigue drop into his men's eyes, he gave them another mental push. Visions of wealth, honor, pride, his respect. Ahh yes, they were driven by the simple thought of pleasing him, the God of War. But mainly he just stood around, or walked slowly, breathing in the wonderful smells of blood, sweat, and tears. He noticed a man he recognized from somewhere, oh yes, it was Thaddeus. A short, stocky man of 40, Thaddeus had won more battles for Ares than anyone else. He was leaning over a fallen soldier, attempting to remove his armor, foir his was ruined. Right behind his back was an enemy, sword raised high to kill. Ares, a look of sudden shock upon his face, ran towards his old friend.
"No!" He cried out uselessy. For in a fit of rage, he forgot he was invisible. But try as he might, he was too late anyway. But his old friend was not dead. Not by any means. His life was saved by what Ares saw as . . . but no . . . he must be mistaken . . .Surely a young girl had not just saved his life? But yes, at a second glance he knew he was right. She was maybe 16 or 17. She was quite a warrior, oh yes, for he watched her intently. She was amazing with a sword.But what was a teenage girl doing fighting on the side of Ares? He watched as Thaddeus embraced her in a half hug, both of them breathless.
"Thank you, Daeonara," He muttered, gasping for air in the cold.
"No problem, Thaddeus," she said with a smile, "you watch my back, I watch yours, right." They smiled at one another and ran off in seperate ways, into the mists of battle.
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Ares: God of . . . Love?!?
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Chapter One: The Battle
The swords clashed along with the thunder and screams echoedfrom miles around. The war at Corinth had been going on for nearly a year. This particular battle, which would be the last, had lasted a week, and the men were growing weary. But as fatigue plagues their bodies, a particular force plagues their minds and heart. Walking unseen, the great God Ares drove them into anger and hatred.They were greedy, warring types. Things like this didn't phase them a bit. Attacking innocent people, children, plundering and burnng as they went. Ares was quite pleased with his work, giving a rebellious grin every time he heard the slash of a sword into an innocent man's flesh. "Ahh," he sighed to himself, "It's hard work, really, but somebody's got to do it." He couldn't help but give another evil grin at his own cleverness. Just as he saw fatigue drop into his men's eyes, he gave them another mental push. Visions of wealth, honor, pride, his respect. Ahh yes, they were driven by the simple thought of pleasing him, the God of War. But mainly he just stood around, or walked slowly, breathing in the wonderful smells of blood, sweat, and tears. He noticed a man he recognized from somewhere, oh yes, it was Thaddeus. A short, stocky man of 40, Thaddeus had won more battles for Ares than anyone else. He was leaning over a fallen soldier, attempting to remove his armor, foir his was ruined. Right behind his back was an enemy, sword raised high to kill. Ares, a look of sudden shock upon his face, ran towards his old friend.
"No!" He cried out uselessy. For in a fit of rage, he forgot he was invisible. But try as he might, he was too late anyway. But his old friend was not dead. Not by any means. His life was saved by what Ares saw as . . . but no . . . he must be mistaken . . .Surely a young girl had not just saved his life? But yes, at a second glance he knew he was right. She was maybe 16 or 17. She was quite a warrior, oh yes, for he watched her intently. She was amazing with a sword.But what was a teenage girl doing fighting on the side of Ares? He watched as Thaddeus embraced her in a half hug, both of them breathless.
"Thank you, Daeonara," He muttered, gasping for air in the cold.
"No problem, Thaddeus," she said with a smile, "you watch my back, I watch yours, right." They smiled at one another and ran off in seperate ways, into the mists of battle.