I am so sorry for the long wait, I've am also writing another story, and this past couple of weeks I've been working crazy hours, barely have time for myself anymore, hopefully that changes upon next week (Iam gonna stop being a workaholic)… I finally gave our gal a name, lol…I think Ares would be awesome as a redhead, can you just imagine hair to match his temper? Lol…A dream it is up until the captivity part, don't you hate waking up from kewl dreams lol…Oh and I am writing this story in wordpad, and reviewing the same stuff 500 times sucks, so sorry for the typos lol…….Anyways Thank you all for you reviews. Here's the next chapter, and I hope you like it : )
The god of war dismounted the horse we were on first. When he dismounted I had half a mind to straighten myself and grab the reins of the horse and flee. He seemed to recognize the thought that reined my mind. In a swift motion he pulled me off the large horse by hooking his arm around my waist. I unsuccessfully attempted to free myself.
Gods were not humans, they never were. There was not a glimpse of humanity in them. Ares was proof enough. I did not want to be in a place filled with the highest beings. They were capable of grand actions but they were also capable of the most twisted of deeds.
"Humans... are forbidden...in mount Olympus." I managed to say between breaths.
He paid me no mind as he continued to half carry me towards the marble structure that was the home of the gods. The home of the gods was magnificent. IT appeared to be constructed completely of marble; from its columns on the entrance, to it's high ceilings. The temple was incredibly large, and so beautiful human hands could not have carved it. But despite it's beauty, it lacked the warmth us humans identified as home.
The large golden doors open as he climbed the stairs to the house of the gods. Still half-carrying me he made his way quickly inside and across the large and wide hallway. I saw many curious faces. Beautiful, un-human faces.
There were some whom i remember the most; The lass with flowers weaved through her long green locks; A nymph. And the most beautiful god I've yet to see. He seemed no older than twenty-two summers. He was a beauty that rivaled the sun. While Ares' beauty was fierce, terrifying, and brutal, this god's beauty was the beauty that made you want to bask in it. I'll make a mother abandon her young ones, and a queen her throne. He could make a warrior release her sword. Such beauty could only belong to Apollo.
I looked at Ares, to clean the imprint that Apollo's beauty had made upon my mind. I preferred Ares' beauty. His beauty made me want to raise my sword, not relinquish it.
His sandals had ceased the sound of purpose they made across the marble floor. He released his hold on me when we stood in what I could only describe as a throne room. The ceiling was enormously high, and large marble columns framed a...passage to the throne. The large golden chair held no other than Zeus. On the right of Zeus stood a tall goddess with sharp eyes.
We stood too short a distance from the king of gods for my comfort. And i bore no weapons. Not that intended to attack the king of gods. But I felt safer with a sword in my hand.
"Ares" Zeus voice was lace with a sigh. "What is the meaning of this?" His voice was a loud boom, just like his thunders. He had jolly green eyes and laughing lines upon his bearded face. He looked like one to find amusement in everything. I knew better than to be deceived by a god.
"Just a wench i found intriguing." Ares answered his voice low and dangerous. It led me to wonder if anger and danger were the only emotions Ares felt.
"Do not test my patience child." It seemed anger ran as quick in Zeus as it did in Ares for when he answered the amusing glimpse had left his eyes.
Ares stood straighter, I could see that anger was rising in him too. I did not wish to be here upon the unleashing of the storms.
"I am here father, speak your sermon now for i have better things to do than gaze upon Athena's only expression."
When Zeus stood from his chair he seemed larger than life. He had not grown in size or anything of that matter, but his very presence seemed to make him all the grander. He was after all the king of gods.
"It is forbidden to interfere in the affair of mortals! You know that well!"
"It was but a mere war of mortals!" Ares voice was equally as angry as his father.
I did not want to think of the outcome of that battle if Ares hadn't interfered. I did not wish to think about my fallen sisters, or of the grass stained scarlet with our blood. I did not wish to think of the many faces i shan't see again, because a demented god choose to take it upon himself to side with the enemy.
"Then It should have stayed a war of mortals." The goddess that stood at Zeus side said.
"This is none of your concern!" Slowly, but surely i was moving away from these raging gods.
"YOU'VE MADE IT MY CONCERN WHEN YOU HAVE DEGRADED THE WARRIOR WOMEN I PROTECTED! " By the time she finished her sentence she stood in fighting stance and a sword and a shield appeared on her hands.
Ares too had taken the fighting stance and unsheathed the large sword upon his waist.
"Athena." The words escaped my lips like a whisper. Here was the one goddess whom i worshiped right before my eyes. Her eyes truly fell upon me for the first time.
My mother was a warrior, like her mother before her and her mother. That is what my ancestors have always been. But not all of the Amazons were warriors. In Pontus, like any other city there were different options of living. We were taught to hold a sword as soon as we could walk, but that does not mean all of the women in Pontus chose the way of the sword.
Upon my fifteenth summer I had taken a vow to serve the temple of Athena when our land wasn't upon war. I have never felt heat of passion for a man or woman. I had not the desire to bear children. I only wanted to serve the temple of our warrior goddess. I bore the markings upon my body of what i was.
"A priestess! You have taken a priestess of my temple!"
"YES and She is going to warm my bed!" He said gloating her all the more. He seemed eager for her to land the first blow.
"You filthy swine!" The sound of clashing metal echoed in the room.
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" At Zeus voice they disengaged from combat. They did not drop their weapons.
"May this be the last time you interfere in the affairs of mortals!" When Ares did not answer his he said "Am I understood?"
"Yes. I shan't interfere in the wars of humans." Ares voice was almost a growl.
"Good."
"Who am I to wage war against then?" It seemed like Ares had nothing to look forward too except the way of war.
"Ares, dear, make love not war." The voice that spoke was low and sultry. It was bathed in sin. I looked to see the owner of the voice. It was the most sensual woman I've ever seen. She was beautiful, yes, with golden hair cascading down her shoulders, eyes of like the bluest skies, and lips like petals of the rose. But that was not what captivated about her. It was the promise of a night that ooze from her very skin. Aphrodite.
"Are you offering yourself or Athena?" he asked her, sheathing his weapon. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate.
A small smile played upon the goddess of love's lips. A strange feeling crawled itself into my gut and I had the urge to wipe the secretive smile upon the goddess' lips. Perhaps she sensed my eyes upon her, for her gaze fell upon me.
Disdain was prominent in her gaze. She eyed me as if I was but a vermin in her garden. I stood straighter, my chin tilted in defiance. I bore no care for love. Never-less it's Goddess.
"And this human. She should be taught to bow." She said to me.
"My name is Liah. And I bow for no one." The words came from my mouth before I thought better to offend a goddess.
"You should be taught. Or perhaps Ares should throw you to his wild dogs." I gritted my teeth together to keep from answering to this...this goddess who knew nothing but to seduce.
"Nothing of that matter Aphrodite. Athena's priestess will warm my bed." Ares had closed the distance between us and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist. I was sure it was all to anger Athena all the further. "I like insolence, If she fights me then it'll only excite me more." He said upon my ear. I pushed his arm from my waist and stepped away from him. I glared at him. A smile came across his lips. But there was not a hint of warmth in it. It reminded me of him in battle rage.
Zeus once again amused voice interrupted the rising tension. "Get yourselves cleaned, Dionysius says he'll prepare a feast to ease the tension." He then looked at me and I could have sworn he winked.
"Tensions will not ease until your impulsive, uncivilized son ceases his ways." Athena said. "And Dionysius believes he can solve anything with wine."
"Sometimes we can." Zeus said.
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