Lissia's Xena/Ares Fan Fiction
The angry God of
War stormed into the room, “What did you think you were doing? I understand that ol’whats-his-face had to be
killed, because he made you run the gauntlet, but why did you join
Hercules?” The warrior rolled her eyes,
“Ares, this isn’t the path for me. It’s
not right. Now, release me. Let me leave.” He hadn’t even noticed he’d grabbed her. “You can leave this,” he gestured to the
surrounding temple, “But, you can’t leave me.
I’m a part of you, Xe and you can’t escape me.” A stern look crossed her face, “No? But, I can bury you along with my past. I am no longer Xena Warrior Princess,
Destroyer of Nations, Chosen of Ares God of War. I am Xena of Amphipolis. From this day forth I disown my past and all
those connected with it. She jerked away
from him and headed for the brass doors.
Ares caught her arm, “As your patron god I order you to stop.” Xena sighed, “Ares, I can’t. I have to change. I have to redeem myself,
recreate myself. Let go, please.” It hurt for her to admit that she had to
leave him. There had been something
between them, something neither of them would ever forget. She looked into his deep brown eyes and saw,
not arrogance, but a sense of loss, pain.
She looked away, “Let go, Ares,” she said softly. He didn’t, but instead pulled her closer,
wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing on her back so she couldn’t jerk away. She returned the embrace, then pushed against
his shoulder. He let her go, not trying
to stop her any longer. She got to the
brass doors and began to walk out, she paused, “Good-bye Ar,” she whispered,
then walked out the door, closing it firmly behind her.
Xena sighed and mounted her horse. She felt horrible, she knew she had hurt him, betrayed him. He had trained her, saved her from her own rage. He had been there for her ever sense Lyceus had been killed. She always believed that they would be on the same side, together. She sighed, “I’m sorry Ar. I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you.” She knew he would hear her, he always did. She would miss him. Tears spilled onto her cheek and out of habit she firmly brushed them away. She might not be the Destroyer of Nations, but she wasn’t going to cry like a child. She hadn’t cried sense Lyceus had died and was ashamed that she had just let tears spill over. She blinked her eyes and sped forward, the wind drying her moist cheeks.
Ares sat on the throne in his temple. He was stunned, he couldn’t believe she had actually left him. He had never dreamed that he would be without his Princess. No matter what she said, she would always be his Chosen. A sudden burst of rage hit him and he threw a table across the room. Red wine spilled out of a goblet onto the marble floor. He snapped his fingers and the mess was gone. She had left him, yes, but what they shared would never be lost. He knew that she would come back to him, he just needed to remind her of what they had been together. She would see that his way was the path for her. And that Hercules’ path of goodness was a loud of manure. He just had to fine a way to show her.
Xena had slowed her pace and was trotting through a burned village. Her men and Darphus had done this damage. She sighed, the blood of these innocent people were on her hands though. She’s taught them to fight and ordered them to attack the village. She had never meant for them to do this to it. The smell of burnt flesh filled the blowing air. She shook her head and moved on. She went faster and faster until she had left both the village and smell behind. She saw a clearing and decided that was the place for her to bury her past, fully and forever.
-End
Xena sighed and mounted her horse. She felt horrible, she knew she had hurt him, betrayed him. He had trained her, saved her from her own rage. He had been there for her ever sense Lyceus had been killed. She always believed that they would be on the same side, together. She sighed, “I’m sorry Ar. I never meant for any of this to happen. I love you.” She knew he would hear her, he always did. She would miss him. Tears spilled onto her cheek and out of habit she firmly brushed them away. She might not be the Destroyer of Nations, but she wasn’t going to cry like a child. She hadn’t cried sense Lyceus had died and was ashamed that she had just let tears spill over. She blinked her eyes and sped forward, the wind drying her moist cheeks.
Ares sat on the throne in his temple. He was stunned, he couldn’t believe she had actually left him. He had never dreamed that he would be without his Princess. No matter what she said, she would always be his Chosen. A sudden burst of rage hit him and he threw a table across the room. Red wine spilled out of a goblet onto the marble floor. He snapped his fingers and the mess was gone. She had left him, yes, but what they shared would never be lost. He knew that she would come back to him, he just needed to remind her of what they had been together. She would see that his way was the path for her. And that Hercules’ path of goodness was a loud of manure. He just had to fine a way to show her.
Xena had slowed her pace and was trotting through a burned village. Her men and Darphus had done this damage. She sighed, the blood of these innocent people were on her hands though. She’s taught them to fight and ordered them to attack the village. She had never meant for them to do this to it. The smell of burnt flesh filled the blowing air. She shook her head and moved on. She went faster and faster until she had left both the village and smell behind. She saw a clearing and decided that was the place for her to bury her past, fully and forever.
-End