-Sorry these chapters are so short! I've forgotten that they got from being like 2 pages to 1 1/2 once transferred to FanFiction… I tried try to make this one longer than the first. -It's 3 pages longer but now that I'm looking at it it seems hopelessly short. But hopefully I'll have a beta-reader soon to help me out! Woo! I'm just too excited to wait so I decided to update… Haha. Anyways, enjoy! Please R&R!

I apologize if it seems to be going slow at first! I'm planning on some super cool stuff happening soon, I promise! In the next chapter we should be getting more into the plot!

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Thank you to my first reviewer The-Violet-Hour! :D I squealed like a kid in a candy store when I opened my email and saw those two messages sitting there. I hope you enjoy this story!-

I woke in a small, dark tent with a yawn that popped my jaw and sent stabs of pain through my skull. Grumpy and now fully awake I nudged myself into a sitting position and found that my hands had been tied in front of me with rope, and upon touching my face found that a nice painful swell had arose over night. Grumbling I tried yanking my hands out of the rope to no avail. I brushed some dried blood from my cheek and was surprised that he'd hit me hard enough to draw blood. Then again he'd hit me hard enough to knock me unconscious.

"Where is he?" I mumbled to myself and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

A few moments later as I crawled along the ground, trying to sneak a peak under the tent flaps to see as to who was outside, I heard a loud cough and turned around to see the same glowing, smirking bastard as before tapping his foot at me with hands on his hips. "Done sneaking?" He asked as I quickly tried to regain my composure.

"I wasn't sneaking." I replied as I fought the urge to yawn.

He took a step forward and my heart skipped a beat. "Get up."

I sat still, staring into his eyes- which had turned an interesting shade of sky blue, and glared.

He took another step forward. "Get up."

"I refuse." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

In a second he was across the tent and jerking me up onto my feet by grabbing the sort of handle that my hands made by being tied together. "Don't get smart with me." He threatened, and walked behind me and pushed me roughly out of the tent.

I glared and sulked quietly to myself as we stepped out into the early morning sun and the chilly air sent goose bumps running over my exposed skin. There were three more tents set around a still burning campfire, and three men of different sizes were bustling around, packing up camp. They stared as the bipolar warrior sat me down on a small piece of wood near the fire and shoved a wooden bowl into my hands.

"Eat" he said, and began to walk away.

I looked down at the bowl, then up at the fire, then rolled my eyes and turned around to the retreating man. "I can't feed myself with my hands tied!" I yelled after him.

"Drink it from the bowl!" He yelled back, and disappeared into the tent.

I grimaced as I turned back to the bowl, bringing it up to my nose and sniffing it. It didn't smell too bad, only like wheat and some spices mixed together into a gooey brown mush, so I hesitantly raised the bowl to my lips and took a drink. Surprised I took another, and another gulping it down until I could get nothing else from the bowl. It tasted like honey, cinnamon and oats and had the consistency of the diced vegetable soup my mother used to make; thick and stick-to-your-rib-ish.

I didn't know where to put the bowl so I set it down next to my feet and watched the rest of the camp. They went to and fro, packing and rolling up mats and tying cookware. One of them, a raven haired man with green eyes and freckles on his strong face walked by me with a folded up tent on his shoulder and winked. I blushed and looked down, pretending to play with my tunic.

Another walked by with a bundle of hay, avoiding eye contact with me. I studied his tall, curvy figure and long brown hair and realized that he was actually a she with slightly more manly features. I followed her with my eyes and watched as she set the hay down in front of four horses, spreading it out evenly between them before giving a white one with brown socks a pat on the nose. I continued watching her, admiring the lack of rope around her wrists as she walked back over to the last camper, a stout man with brown curly hair and immense masses of eyelashes. They talked for a moment before each grabbing a pack and walking back to the horses to load them.

This time the strange girl and I made eye contact and she looked away, apparently shy. Behind me I heard two voices pick up, one the warrior who had brought me here, and the other I guessed was the other beautiful looking green eyed man who never returned to my field of vision. My ears twitched and I cocked my head to the side.

"Nice one you've got there. Picked her up from the raid, did you?" Said the green eyed man.

"I don't believe it's any of your business, Euripholes." Replied the warrior curtly.

"But you brought her into camp!" Said Euripholes in what sounded like mock exasperation. "She looks much too young to bed… Unless you like them that way, Darius?"

"Hold your tongue, swine, or else someday I might get the sense enough to cut it off." Darius answered briskly.

There were a few creaks and the sound of wood slamming on wood before Euripholes spoke again. "As you wish, son of Zeus." Euripholes then walked past me to his horse and mounted in one swift movement. "Come, brothers! We must be at Thebes gate by sun down!"

He cast a sideways look at me before turning his horse and setting off at a canter towards the east. Darius was at my side a few seconds later with the tent rolled up on his shoulder. He had a fierce look on his face, and didn't look down at me as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up with him. I stood by his horse, a massive golden beast with feathered hooves and brown eyes, as he attempted to tie the tent to its rump.

Finally with a curse he threw the tent off into the bushes, startling both me and the horse. I stared with wide eyes as he came around the other side and stood by me. From this point I could plainly see that he was a least a two heads taller than me, as my forehead only reached the middle of his chest. His breath tickled my face as he looked down at me and he put an arm around the back of the horse.

"Have you ever ridden before?" He asked, seemingly back in control of his earlier frustration.

I nodded my head. And he knelt down and laced his fingers together as a step. "Get up then."

I stared at the back of his head, thoughts of kicking him in the face and running for my life made my pulse pound and finally I lifted my foot and placed it in his hands. No sense making him shoot me down now. I thought. I'll have better luck once we reach Thebes.

He hoisted me up as if I weighed nothing and in the blink of an eye was behind me. His arms were on either side of me, so I couldn't escape by accidentally rolling off the horse… Not that I'd want to' I thought as I looked down at the ground. It had to be at least a six foot fall and I wasn't willing to break every bone in my body for a small chance of freedom.

The other two riders took off after Euripholes and Darius kicked his horse into a rough gallop to catch up and I yelped and grabbed onto the horses mane. We rode for hours and hours, and when we finally stopped to rest the sun was high up in the sky. We were in a small wood with a creek they let the horses drink from. Darius led the horse up to the creek by the others and dismounted with his hands on my waist to keep me from bolting. He pulled me from the horse and set me down next to him, one hand wrapped tightly on my upper arm.

As my feet hit the ground my legs felt almost boneless and I collapsed, almost dragging Darius with me. He jerked on my arm. "Stand up."

I tried and tried again, but my legs wouldn't stay straight. "I can't." I croaked.

I heard Darius sigh and then with a yell I was in the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tight. With one hand behind my back and the other under me knees he carried me to the area where the rest of the warriors were sitting. He set me down and then sat behind me on a rock, his legs spread out on either side of me.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and kept my hands in my lap and my eyes down.

"So what is your name, girl?"

I looked up at the stout man who was staring at me with brown eyes under his long eyelashes.

"My name is Lykaios." I replied as I studied him.

"Wolf?" Euripholes asked, referring to the meaning of my name.

"It's a long story I'd much rather not get into." I fidgeted under his intense gaze.

"You do not look like a wolf," Euripholes began. "Are you a werewolf, perhaps? You keep human form until a full moon and then you run off and hunt on human flesh?"

I turned to look at the babbling man as if he were insane. "My ears twitch when I listen to people talk, I have abnormally sharp canine teeth and I don't sleep on nights of the full moon."

Euripholes went silent, and the man who had addressed me first burst into laughter. "You're a quick one." He said between chuckles. "My name is Eusebio, and this is my sister Galen." He jerked a thumb in the direction of the woman who I'd originally thought to be a man and she smiled at me.

I felt Darius shift behind me and I turned to look at him. He was on his feet and glaring quite menacingly at Eusebio. "If you're done socializing I propose we continue on." He looked down at me and gave a quick nod before walking off towards his horse.

I sat on the ground staring at his back, and would have stayed that way until Galen appeared by my side and offered a hand. "I believe he meant for you to go with him."

I looked form her face to her hand and then took it, grateful that I wouldn't have to embarrass myself trying to stand with my hands tied and legs still half boneless. "I wish to hit him on the head with a very large rock." I mumbled, and was surprised when Galen laughed, steadying me on my shaky legs.

"On occasion so do I." She whispered with a smile.

"But Darius! We've only just stopped. Can't we rest a moment longer?" Called Euripholes from his seat on a fallen log, cutting off anything else Galen and I would have said.

"The faster we reach Thebes the longer you can rest in a bed with fine ale. You may stay here if you wish, but I ride to the city." Darius yelled back, then looked at me as if I were a dog. "Come."

My eyes fell to slits as I glared at him. "A very, very large rock." I left Galen who was giggling to herself and walked over to him, noting how he stared me down.

He once again laced his fingers together and once again I stepped up and swung myself onto the horses back. He sat behind me and I dreaded the long ride ahead. I sunk my fingers into the horses golden mane and Darius turned him around to face the others. Galen was already atop her white steed, and Euripholes and Eusebio were mounting theirs, swinging their legs over the horses back with a practiced ease.

Darius waited a moment, as if he was expecting something to occur, and then Euripholes spoke out. "Lead the way, god child."

I could feel the intensity of the moment, a man thing, I decided, as Darius and Euripholes stared at one another. Then in an instant it was over and without so much as another word Darius turned his horse and kicked him into a wild gallop.

After a few moments I could no longer take the nagging voice in my head and turned my neck towards the rider behind me. "What did he mean by god child?" I asked over the wind.

Darius glanced down at me quickly. "Nothing," he said. "He meant nothing."

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