A:N/ Even though it was one review, shout out to Jodeist! I was encouraged to give another chapter! See, everyone, ask and you shall receive ;)! Encouragement is a big thing for me since this is the first time I've put any of my work out there! That's why I encourage you to speak your mind! With that note, here's chapter five!

"That was not justice."

Enkidu couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Aria's mouth.

They had just arrived in her bedroom and Enkidu had sat her down on her bed while he leaned on the arch frame of the balcony while the golden curtains were billowing from the cool wind, airing out the humid air.

Aria stared at her feet while she made her statement. Enkidu simply sighed in frustration.

"You're thinking like the gods, Aria." He accused, softly. Angrily, Aria whipped her head towards her brother and snarled, "What if it is MY thinking, brother? Am I not allowed to think this way?"

"Then, fine. What is justice to you?" Enkidu asked, calmly, as he began to pace the room, slowly.

Aria opened her mouth, quickly, to respond, but found herself not being able to answer. Frustrated and embarrassed, she shot back, "What's YOUR form of justice?"

Enkidu stopped pacing and stopped in the middle of the room with his hands placed behind his back. His face was drawn in deep concentration and he took a deep breath.

"Loyalty." He answered, curtly.

A little surprised, Aria raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Loyalty?" She questioned.

"Gilgamesh is an egotistical bastard, of course, among other things, but you saw what happened today, Aria. He's loyal to his people. An ounce of mercy can be shown in there even though he'll never admit it." Enkidu explained to his sister with a grin.

Aria shook her head in refusal of acknowledging her brother's statement. "So, you're saying, if the boy wasn't crippled and still hid, Gilgamesh's meaning of justice would maintain the people's loyalty?" She shot back.

Enkidu stared at his sister, sadness creeping in his eyes. "No, he would've rightfully enforced the law."

"Okay, so what if the boy is crippled? The law is the law. It's not fair for someone to be exempt because he is already pitied. Justice is when everyone is equal because of the law." Aria fought back.

Enkidu felt his heart-break over Aria's justification. His bitterness of the gods washed over him in anguish. How could they teach her those things? His precious little sister..

Aria found herself winning the argument. But, why wasn't she happy winning it? Of course, she felt some rather uncomfortable uneasiness when she had pushed aside the boy's crippled state and actually suggested to kill him for disobeying the law, but the law is the law, right? That's what the gods always intoned and she always agreed to it because she believed everyone should be equal, but why did it feel so…tense?

Shaking off the feeling, Aria simply smirked at her brother, "You know I've won, Enkidu. Gilgamesh has influenced you. The gods were right."

Enkidu walked back to the arch frame and stared at the setting sun for a moment.

"What exactly did they tell you, Aria?" He asked, quietly.

Why was her brother so out of it?

"They said you were sent down to teach Gilgamesh a lesson, but you've turned your back on them." Aria answered back, trying to read the expression displayed on her brother's face. She didn't seem to notice the tightening of his hands.

After a moment, Enkidu faced his sister with a small smile, "I think we've had enough excitement for today. You should get some rest, Aria."

He approached her and Aria froze. Back when they were kids, Enkidu would always take care of her. Whenever she cried, hungered, even lonely, he was always there. When he left, she was so hurt and angry, she decided to go into his room and break stuff. But, she ended up getting his sword, crying over it, and keeping it.

She trained with that sword so that the gods would notice her and send her down for some mission. Why?

Well, that was her secret and no one else needed to know.

Enkidu bent down and placed a chaste kiss on Aria's forehead, "Goodnight, sister." He said, softly, and left.

Aria simply sat there stunned. What surprised her even more was the wetness on her cheeks.

"Wha…?" She muttered, wiping her face, quickly. So what if her brother didn't agree with her? So what if she was as confused about her ideals? So what if she was just a pawn of the gods? So what?

Yet in a matter of seconds, Aria placed her face in her hands and wept.

Gilgamesh was frustrated. Aria still hadn't come out of her room!

He thought he had truly amazed her with his righteous sense of justice. Her pale face and trembling lips said it all. Gilgamesh groaned as he took another sip of his delicious wine.

Incense and naked women dancing in front of him in his majestic room wasn't making his victory in the marketplace worthwhile. He wanted to see a certain blue-eyed beauty.

To see complicated emotions displayed in her flashing blue eyes and white teeth biting her rosy lips and her pale, smooth face flushed with embarrassment while her bosom heaved with anger, Gilgamesh grabbed a woman and placed her on his lap.

"Ride me." He ordered. The woman was more than willing to please her king as she slipped him inside of her.

Closing his eyes, Gilgamesh imagined tasting the bittersweet tears that Aria must have shedded as she realized that King Gilgamesh is the epitome of true justice.

"Father, you called for me?" Ishtar asked as she entered Anu's place of relaxation. Anu, in a meditation position, held his hand out with closed eyes.

"Hold my hand, my child." He ordered, deep in concentration. Ishtar obeyed, sitting across from her father in an identical position.

"How do you feel?" Anu questioned.

"Peaceful." Ishtar commented back, while her father's power washed over her.

Opening his eyes, Anu smiled at his beautiful daughter. Ishtar was formed by him over the loneliness of losing the love of his life. Knowing he would never be able to love again, Anu created a daughter for himself, imagining the family he could've had.

Brilliant jade-colored wide eyes against tan skin and curves placed in the right places and luxurious dark brown hair fell down to her waist, Ishtar was gorgeous. Since she was created as a daughter of a god, she was bequeathed the title, "goddess of fertility." Since fertility was her blessing, men would flock to her and fall desperately in love with her. But, Anu knew she was worth more than these types of mortal scum of mankind, but, with a sigh, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Gilgamesh was getting stronger. The people of all Mesopotamia were hearing about him and his denial of the gods. They were encouraged by this.

Enkidu failed him. Aria is starting to fail him. It was Ishtar's turn.

"The peace that you felt is what I'm trying to obtain in this world, Ishtar. Balance, justice, Good and evil in a balanced scale," Anu explained to Ishtar while standing up and using his hands to talk in motions of balance.

"I understand, father." Ishtar agreed, waiting for him to continue.

"Enkidu has failed me. Aria is starting to fall into her brother's silly notions of justice. It might be your turn very soon." Anu stated, giving his daughter a small smile.

Ishtar nodded her head, "Whatever you ask of me, I will do it as an obedient and faithful daughter."

Placing his hands on both of her shoulders and looking at her in the eyes, Anu placed another in his majestic plan to defeat Gilgamesh, "I want you to marry Gilgamesh."

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