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Blind Justice
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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
7,406
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Chapter 1:
Ares looked down at the now sleeping man with a frown on his face. Something about this was nudging something at the back of his mind. He shook his head, turning his dark brown eyes back to Apollo.
”What is going on, Pol, why can’t you heal his eyes?” The blond god looked up at his dark brother, his light blue eyes sad.
”Honestly, I don’t know. It is as if his body is rejecting the healing, like it’s not meant to happen…” the dark haired man looked at his brother, both brown and blue eyes widening at the same time.
”The Fates...” spoken in the same second. Apollo looked at his brother.
”You go; I’ll stay right here…”
Ares nodded and flashed out, reappearing in the cave of the fates. The three women turned to him, speaking as one. ”What do you seek, Ares God of war and dispute?” Oddly coloured eyes peered at him, as the three almost identical women turned to look at him. Ares straightened and spoke the ritualistic words.
”I seek answers to my questions…”
He felt a reed of power reach into his mind. He showed it the reason he came. The wounded man that rested now in his bed. The three women chuckles softly and turned to the tapestry, only seconds later they were turning back again. There was an odd twist to their smiles, before it faded and they started to channel the power of destiny.
Clotho, the spinner, who spun the thread of a person's life, spoke first. Lilac eyes peered out from under blond hair. Her voice young and childlike and her verse sounded like a child’s rhyme:
”When war finds justice blind.
When justice finds his peace of mind
The joys of peace will be found.”
Lachesis, the apportioner, who decided how much time, was to be allowed each person, spoke second. Silver eyes looking out from under raven black hair, her voice mature, that of a grown woman:
”Mortal flesh turns into immortal coil.
Blood spilled on sacred soil.
Consort, champion, mate and bane.
War is just not only in name.”
Atropos, the inevitable, who cut the thread when you were supposed to die. Her eyes were a deep bronze colour, peering out from under silver coloured locks. She spoke third, her voice filled wisdom and age, resonating with death.
”Two become one
And one becomes three
As peace on Olympus
Comes to be.”
Ares stood stunned. But what should he expect? The Fates were known for their cryptic answers. He flashed back to the cave finding Apollo in the kitchen eating.
::::
”What did you find out?” The blond God stood and looked at his darker brother, still eating an apple. Ares told him what the Fates had said and watched with amusement, as Apollo started trying to figure out what was going on.
”Joxer obviously have something to do with this prophecy. It’s called the ‘coming of peace’, and was recorded at the oracle of Delphi about millennia ago; I was really on a roll that day. It tells of a time when war, that’s you, will join with justice. And peace will be brought forth from that union.” He stands, ignoring Ares. ”He is sleeping at the moment. I can’t do more then this; the rest must heal on its own.” He handed Ares a pouch,” make sure he takes this tea two times a day,” the blond god flashed out.
Ares sighed moving back into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and watched the man. Deep brown hair framed an almost painfully normal face. He knew that the once-chestnut-brown eyes were now light and almost golden in colour. He caressed Joxer’s cheek; the skin was baby soft and pale. He chuckles as Joxer turns into the caress.
Ares unclothed with a thought and lay down on the other side of the bed. The bed, large and luxurious, was as if two normal were beds pushed together. Ares soon fell into a restless sleep.
:::
Waking slowly Joxer blinked. It was still dark. The day before came crashing back to him. He tried to sit up when a strong hand pressed him down.
”Rest little one, your body is still weak.” The voice was dark and he recognises it instantly as the voice of his god.
”Ares...” said reverently like a prayer. Golden coloured eyes found the source of the voice and stared unseeing up at Ares. The young man swallowed. ”Thank you for taking me to Apollo.”
Another dark chuckle reached Joxer’s ears. The sounds around him grew richer, more vibrant. His lips curled into a smile. Joxer could hear the god shifting, a hand coming around him, lifting him. Supporting him as a cup was placed at his lips. Joxer drank from the hot liquid. The sweet tang fell on his tongue and he moaned softly.
”Shhhh little one, its some herbs to help your recovery.” Gentle hands helped him drink a couple of mouthfuls. Joxer sighs as the cup was removed from his lips.
” It tasted good...” It had tasted good. The bitter fluid had a sharp tang of apples. Joxer lay back down, head resting on the cool pillow. He heard Ares walk around the room. The wannabe warrior could almost feel were Ares was, his hearing slowly becoming sharper and sharper.
”Where are we?” he could only hear the absolute stillness around him. Only Ares made any kind of noise. It was freaking him out. He could feel the dip as Ares sat down on the bed once more.
” We are at my retreat.” Ares took a deep breath. ” What do you remember about the last few days… Joxer?” The name was said with some hesitation, as if he wasn’t sure that it was correct.
Joxer frowns. He thinks back. ”The last thing I remember is, leaving Athens … then nothing… then waking here.” He shook his head and sighed in frustration. He turned his head as he heard Ares mutter softly.
”When I find out who did this, I’ll ...” Joxer smiled to himself, eyes closing ones more. Soon he was asleep. His body’s bruised state and the rapid healing his body had gone true exhausting all his reserves.
Ares looked down at the now sleeping man with a frown on his face. Something about this was nudging something at the back of his mind. He shook his head, turning his dark brown eyes back to Apollo.
”What is going on, Pol, why can’t you heal his eyes?” The blond god looked up at his dark brother, his light blue eyes sad.
”Honestly, I don’t know. It is as if his body is rejecting the healing, like it’s not meant to happen…” the dark haired man looked at his brother, both brown and blue eyes widening at the same time.
”The Fates...” spoken in the same second. Apollo looked at his brother.
”You go; I’ll stay right here…”
Ares nodded and flashed out, reappearing in the cave of the fates. The three women turned to him, speaking as one. ”What do you seek, Ares God of war and dispute?” Oddly coloured eyes peered at him, as the three almost identical women turned to look at him. Ares straightened and spoke the ritualistic words.
”I seek answers to my questions…”
He felt a reed of power reach into his mind. He showed it the reason he came. The wounded man that rested now in his bed. The three women chuckles softly and turned to the tapestry, only seconds later they were turning back again. There was an odd twist to their smiles, before it faded and they started to channel the power of destiny.
Clotho, the spinner, who spun the thread of a person's life, spoke first. Lilac eyes peered out from under blond hair. Her voice young and childlike and her verse sounded like a child’s rhyme:
”When war finds justice blind.
When justice finds his peace of mind
The joys of peace will be found.”
Lachesis, the apportioner, who decided how much time, was to be allowed each person, spoke second. Silver eyes looking out from under raven black hair, her voice mature, that of a grown woman:
”Mortal flesh turns into immortal coil.
Blood spilled on sacred soil.
Consort, champion, mate and bane.
War is just not only in name.”
Atropos, the inevitable, who cut the thread when you were supposed to die. Her eyes were a deep bronze colour, peering out from under silver coloured locks. She spoke third, her voice filled wisdom and age, resonating with death.
”Two become one
And one becomes three
As peace on Olympus
Comes to be.”
Ares stood stunned. But what should he expect? The Fates were known for their cryptic answers. He flashed back to the cave finding Apollo in the kitchen eating.
::::
”What did you find out?” The blond God stood and looked at his darker brother, still eating an apple. Ares told him what the Fates had said and watched with amusement, as Apollo started trying to figure out what was going on.
”Joxer obviously have something to do with this prophecy. It’s called the ‘coming of peace’, and was recorded at the oracle of Delphi about millennia ago; I was really on a roll that day. It tells of a time when war, that’s you, will join with justice. And peace will be brought forth from that union.” He stands, ignoring Ares. ”He is sleeping at the moment. I can’t do more then this; the rest must heal on its own.” He handed Ares a pouch,” make sure he takes this tea two times a day,” the blond god flashed out.
Ares sighed moving back into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and watched the man. Deep brown hair framed an almost painfully normal face. He knew that the once-chestnut-brown eyes were now light and almost golden in colour. He caressed Joxer’s cheek; the skin was baby soft and pale. He chuckles as Joxer turns into the caress.
Ares unclothed with a thought and lay down on the other side of the bed. The bed, large and luxurious, was as if two normal were beds pushed together. Ares soon fell into a restless sleep.
:::
Waking slowly Joxer blinked. It was still dark. The day before came crashing back to him. He tried to sit up when a strong hand pressed him down.
”Rest little one, your body is still weak.” The voice was dark and he recognises it instantly as the voice of his god.
”Ares...” said reverently like a prayer. Golden coloured eyes found the source of the voice and stared unseeing up at Ares. The young man swallowed. ”Thank you for taking me to Apollo.”
Another dark chuckle reached Joxer’s ears. The sounds around him grew richer, more vibrant. His lips curled into a smile. Joxer could hear the god shifting, a hand coming around him, lifting him. Supporting him as a cup was placed at his lips. Joxer drank from the hot liquid. The sweet tang fell on his tongue and he moaned softly.
”Shhhh little one, its some herbs to help your recovery.” Gentle hands helped him drink a couple of mouthfuls. Joxer sighs as the cup was removed from his lips.
” It tasted good...” It had tasted good. The bitter fluid had a sharp tang of apples. Joxer lay back down, head resting on the cool pillow. He heard Ares walk around the room. The wannabe warrior could almost feel were Ares was, his hearing slowly becoming sharper and sharper.
”Where are we?” he could only hear the absolute stillness around him. Only Ares made any kind of noise. It was freaking him out. He could feel the dip as Ares sat down on the bed once more.
” We are at my retreat.” Ares took a deep breath. ” What do you remember about the last few days… Joxer?” The name was said with some hesitation, as if he wasn’t sure that it was correct.
Joxer frowns. He thinks back. ”The last thing I remember is, leaving Athens … then nothing… then waking here.” He shook his head and sighed in frustration. He turned his head as he heard Ares mutter softly.
”When I find out who did this, I’ll ...” Joxer smiled to himself, eyes closing ones more. Soon he was asleep. His body’s bruised state and the rapid healing his body had gone true exhausting all his reserves.