Hey Dolls and Action-figures thanxs for your reviews!!! lol, Okay so i finally found a sense of direction, and i know where i am going with this. When I started this story i said that it was a dream, and it was, it've always had this dream of armors and wars and losing. In the dream i always felt like an amazon that's why i write from an amazons point of view. Anyways, i started thinking about it all and started rereading about the amazons and Greek mythology. While my story will probably have some stuff that's not in mythology, most characters will be, well except my amazon : )...Anyways the battle that fits is the Attic War where the Amazon army is annihilated. So i am gonna shut my trap now and let you read : )

We had only wanted to reclaim our sister Antiope but instead they had come with their grand army, and the ultimate weapon of all time; a half-crazed, blood-thirsty, battle-enraged god of war. Our Army stood greatly decimated, and the Goddess Athena whispered in my heart that this battle would be the end of us. It took only one look at the battle field to agree with my heart. For our army, an army that once held thousands of warrior women was now nearly annihilated.

The god of war held me to his face. His bloodied sword at my throat. He was a vision. His bronze armor and red hair glowed under the rays of the sun. His face more beautiful than any of the statues I've ever seen. But his was not the beauty of Adonis. No. He was truly a beauty that would fit his obsession with wars. Fierce, and terrifying. Angular, sharp bones shaped his face, and he was tall with a strong powerful form.

His green eyes were bright and wild with rage. He seemed incapable of comprehending words, or manuscripts, only the dance of war.

I spoke the words that my people spoke to help our dead find passage through the underworld. I spoke it for me, but above all i spoke it for the souls of my fallen sisters.

"May Athena guide our souls across the water of Styx." I whispered. At the mention of the Goddess' name he snarled. Making him appear all the wilder. His fist tighten on my hair before he let me go. All so sudden, my weaken legs almost failed me.

I expected Ares to continue on his battle rage until he completely terminated our army. But he didn't. At my mentioning the great goddess herself a flicker of something besides battle rage passed through his eyes. Something much like hate.

He backhanded me, sending me sprawling onto the cold ground.

I would've been prepared if he had jabbed his sword or spear between my ribs, but never for a simple human blow. Do not misunderstand me, it was painful to the extent that it felt as if my brain had collided with my skull, and my vision became darkness with lingering stars. My eyelids flutter, trying to clear it all and see death coming. But the darkness and the disoriented feeling didn't leave. This was not how i wanted to die.

I felt him crouching above me. His strong large hand grabbed my face, forcing me to face him. I felt his cool breath caress my face, but still i couldn't see him. My lids still fluttered to maintain control.

"Let's see how your great goddess reacts to me slaughtering her precious daughters...." His voice was powerful. Much like the thunder that adorned the raining night. It was also beautiful and terrifying.

I felt my body being moved from where i laid. I felt the cold of metal across my cheek, and strong arms under my knees and back.

My eyelids did not open again, and everything faded.

To be continued...

Well kinda short, but I hope you like it, Please Review : ) Later