Blind Fury
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Category:
S through Z › Xena
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,328
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blind Fury
PROLOGUE
In Karr, a small province outside of Thebes, Ares sat, invisibly cloaked, in his throne behind the altar of his temple. It was training time once again and he needed to bring new blood to his army. The last war had left a number of his soldiers dead. This province had always provided him with many brave and victorious warriors.
As the townsfolk entered his temple with their offerings, he started off surveying each young man as a potential trainee for service to him. All the folks here were faithful and loyal to the God of War, so whenever he did choose someone, it was considered to be a great honor and would bring his blessing and prosperity to the small village.
But today Ares could not seem to concentrate on the business at hand. Things up in Olympus had been difficult, at best, and a number of arguments with his father, Zeus, had ensued as of late. It had put the God of War in a foul mood and he knew he could use a distraction from it all. A distraction with long, soft hair and sweet-smelling skin. And so, before too long, he found himself looking more at the maidens of the town, rather than the young men.
He sighed. “Well, it’s all considered ser,” h,” he justified to himself as another group entered the temple with their offerings and prayers. He noticed a young girl, wearing a tattered, gray, hooded cape approach his altar. Eden - daughter of Cashius, one of the finest warriors in his ranks, who had died in battle in the war with Brittney; and sister to Drafus and Willis, who had also served in the god’s army, and were lost a year after Cashius, kneeled at the alter after laying down her offering. Her mother was sick and she prayed for her health to return.
Ares thought about the family of his faithful servants. He wondered how the women were getting on after loosing the protection and provision of the men who died. There was only Eden, her two younger sisters, and her mother, now. He stood, still invisible to mortal eyes, and walked closer to the youngster. She couldn’t be more than fifteen summers. Her eyes were puffy and red, her hands dirty and callused, and her clothes were thin and worn. What would happen to the girls if their mother died, as well? Slavery, at best. Death, at worst.
He placed an invisible hand on Eden’s forehead and softly spoke to her mind. “I will tell Apollo of your mother’s illness, child. I promise. Now go and be with her.”
Eden gasped and stood abruptly. She looked around her to see where the voice was coming. There was a slight look of fear on her face. But after a moment she realized that she had received the word of her Lord, that he had spoken directly to her. She dropped to her knees and kissed the altar.
“Oh, thank you, Lord Ares. Thank you!”
She got up and hurried out of the temple and back home.
In Karr, a small province outside of Thebes, Ares sat, invisibly cloaked, in his throne behind the altar of his temple. It was training time once again and he needed to bring new blood to his army. The last war had left a number of his soldiers dead. This province had always provided him with many brave and victorious warriors.
As the townsfolk entered his temple with their offerings, he started off surveying each young man as a potential trainee for service to him. All the folks here were faithful and loyal to the God of War, so whenever he did choose someone, it was considered to be a great honor and would bring his blessing and prosperity to the small village.
But today Ares could not seem to concentrate on the business at hand. Things up in Olympus had been difficult, at best, and a number of arguments with his father, Zeus, had ensued as of late. It had put the God of War in a foul mood and he knew he could use a distraction from it all. A distraction with long, soft hair and sweet-smelling skin. And so, before too long, he found himself looking more at the maidens of the town, rather than the young men.
He sighed. “Well, it’s all considered ser,” h,” he justified to himself as another group entered the temple with their offerings and prayers. He noticed a young girl, wearing a tattered, gray, hooded cape approach his altar. Eden - daughter of Cashius, one of the finest warriors in his ranks, who had died in battle in the war with Brittney; and sister to Drafus and Willis, who had also served in the god’s army, and were lost a year after Cashius, kneeled at the alter after laying down her offering. Her mother was sick and she prayed for her health to return.
Ares thought about the family of his faithful servants. He wondered how the women were getting on after loosing the protection and provision of the men who died. There was only Eden, her two younger sisters, and her mother, now. He stood, still invisible to mortal eyes, and walked closer to the youngster. She couldn’t be more than fifteen summers. Her eyes were puffy and red, her hands dirty and callused, and her clothes were thin and worn. What would happen to the girls if their mother died, as well? Slavery, at best. Death, at worst.
He placed an invisible hand on Eden’s forehead and softly spoke to her mind. “I will tell Apollo of your mother’s illness, child. I promise. Now go and be with her.”
Eden gasped and stood abruptly. She looked around her to see where the voice was coming. There was a slight look of fear on her face. But after a moment she realized that she had received the word of her Lord, that he had spoken directly to her. She dropped to her knees and kissed the altar.
“Oh, thank you, Lord Ares. Thank you!”
She got up and hurried out of the temple and back home.