Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:15:14 -0400
From: Joe Barker <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: A Greek Story: Ares Son

The Rage of Ares' Son

      Sparta, what is there to say about Sparta; steel, beautiful woman,
sweaty men, and lots of anger. But this anger wasn't scary, it was the kind
of anger that kept the fires in your eyes, the anger that drove men to do
great things, and gave woman to courage to watch them do it. I wasn't
always sure I liked growing up in Sparta, it was not an easy life, but the
times that pride struck me I saw that I was good at what we did here and
they knew I was good. I could throw a spear farther than most men, and I
wielded a sword as if I were born with it attached. I don't know why I was
so good, I went through the same training as the other boys. Well, at least
that's what I told all the others that asked me. I knew why I was so good
with weapons and fighting...my father was Ares God of War.
      I had known for some ten seasons now; he had visited me when they
threw me into the wilderness as part of my training. I was wandering
around, almost completely naked because of the training. My little body was
so cold. There was nothing around, I found no animals to kill, and no wood
to make a fire...I was going to die of the cold. A fire leapt to life on a
rock beside me, it was pure red, and there was no core to it. I walked over
to the fire and held my hands up feeling the warmth and letting it roll
over me.  He walked up behind me while I was standing there and placed a
hand on my shoulder.  We talked that night and he made drew a stag close
enough where I could spear it. When I got back to my home, I couldn't look
at my father the same way, I felt disconnected, and still do.
      Today, however I was training. Those of us who were 15 seasons since
birth were training together, and with swords. I was paired with another
boy that was about my size and was good. We began to circle each other.
      "C'mon Nikias, show me some of your flashy sword techniques! You
think you're so good why don't you just kill me...you boy lover." I don't
know why, but this struck a nerve.  I leapt through the air and my blade
flashed my combatant. His blade was by his side barely fast enough to save
him and the metal clanged together. He fell backward and I landed on him
with my knees to either side of his body. His sword had slid between my arm
and side slicing a gash in my side. I didn't even flinch as I held my own
sword at his throat.
      "Taunt me again, and I will kill you..." I muttered to where he could
hear me, and I stood up off of him and turned to walk away. I heard the
movement and had spun to kick him in the chest before he could raise his
sword. He hit my foot with force enough to make him stumble backward and
crippled him.
      "ENOUGH!" the Master trainer walked between us. "Nikias, you really
must control that anger, you are a great fighter, but it seems you have the
rage of Ares every time you fight." I looked away at this comment, he
didn't know. "Nikias, go to the Healer's quarters the apprentice will see
to you, I need to take this one to the Master Healer, he will require more
attention."
 I walked there slowly, sheathing my sword and holding my hand over the
fresh wound, it was still bleeding, and I had just realized that it
actually hurt. I entered into the healer's quarters and said my silent
blessing to Apollo and Asclepius, gods of healers. He stood there smiling,
donning a simple white robe, tan skin and brown hair longer than mine. He
looked to be about my age, and skinny. He didn't seem to have muscles at
all...an Athenian.
      "Athenian, where can I find the healer apprentice?" I said slowly
almost disrespectfully, which is better than I would normally talk to an
Athenian.
      "What do you seek of him?" He said grimacing.
      "I have a wound and would like to request healing, why else?" I said
sarcastically.
      "Well lie down and I will see what I can do." He said with a forced
smile on his face.
      "You..."
 "Me...now lie down..." He pointed to the cot. "...and take off you armor
and under cloth." I looked at him and felt myself blush ever so slightly. I
didn't have time for modesty; I didn't like modesty so I stood there while
he was waiting and stripped. I did it faster than normal and in a second my
belt and clothes were to one side and I was stark naked in front of the
Athenian. My mind flashed to thoughts of him looking at me and things that
we could do...AHH...I knocked the evil thoughts from my head and forced
myself to think of something undesirable to get the blood back to my
brain. I walked over to the cot and laid face down...thank the gods.
      He came over and knelt beside me carrying a few jars of liquid. I
closed my eyes and relaxed. I felt fluid run over my side, into my skin,
through the cut. It felt weird, it didn't really hurt; there was a
gentleness to the liquid. The odd feeling I had about it, was that I didn't
feel him touching me...and it bothered me. I opened my eyes and looked
backward and saw him twitching his fingers and the liquid obeyed his
movements as if it was guided by strings under his control.
      "What are you doing...how are you doing that." I said slowly, looking
up at him.
      "I am cleaning the wound and running some agents through it that will
it faster than your body could dream to heal. And as for the "how,"...let's
just say I'm gifted." The Athenian smirked at his comment, like he knew
something I didn't. Well I didn't for sure. I had only ever seen "gifts" in
one other person, and that was me. My fighting ability was not an accident
or because I was good, it was solely because I was the son of Ares. This
one...he was a son of a god...as well. This was exciting because I had
never met another one but it was also troublesome, for Ares...my
father...had warned me to be wary of my cousins.
      "Don't touch me." I jumped up and rolled grabbing my sword and
standing to face him. He smirked and I didn't know why.
 "Technically I never did." I glared at him at this comment and lunged
toward him with my sword. He stumbled backward and I fell on top of him
naked. Then I realized that my manhood was stiff and that's what he had
smirked at earlier. He glared at me as I held my sword at his throat. My
own sword spun out of my hand and straight for the ceiling, and I was
lifted off and thrown across the room into one of the stone walls.
      "What in Zeus' name are you doing?" He stood up brushing of his
robe. I stood and squatted into a defensive position, my back was bruised
and bleeding and I was in more pain than I can remember ever having been
in.
      "Who is your father?" I glared at him. He glanced down at his feet
and then looked back up at me, with an emotion I couldn't read.
      "That's none of your business...now leave if you don't want my help."
He turned and busied himself with some of his potions.
      "Apollo? He is your father isn't he, then you're the first of his."
He spun around at this, and glared at me.
      "I am not his son, I am the son of a great woman, and she gives me
the strength I have, now get out before I force you to leave!" He almost
shouted.
      "No, your death will come upon my blade." I said boldly. His anger
faded and he gave me this incredulous stare.
      "Really? Seeing as your blade is over there." He pointed to the sword
that was laying several feet from me. I dove for it reaching my hand out
and rolling, but the sword slid out of my hands, and across the floor to
his feet. He stooped to pick up my blade, then stood back up. "I have no
interest in dying today, and no interests in killing, so please leave." He
dropped the sword and it landed straight down in the ground.
      I walked over to the sword, pulled it out and held it to his back. "I
could kill you now..."
      He turned so that the sword was in his stomach, not piercing but it
would only take a jab. "You could..."
      "...but I don't want to." There was a glitter in his eye, and he
smiled.
      "Then lie down and I will fix your back up for you." He took the
sword gently from my hands and placed it on the table. I laid down
obediently, and almost mesmerized by his eyes. I closed my eyes and
relaxed. I felt the liquids began to snake their way over my back again. I
heard sizzling and felt warmth, but no pain. The warmth spread to cover my
entire back as he worked over. I felt it wind its way into the blade wound
and it became more then heat.  I opened my eyes and turned my head to see
him swipe his hand from over my ass to my head and the liquid all gathered
from my back and snaked its way through the air to an empty bottle he
held. He then pulled another bottle and dripped a little bit over my
back. This time he took his hands and began to work the oil into my back,
gently massaging from my shoulders down to my back. I had to close my eyes
because it felt so good, he was good with his hands... when he wanted to
use them.
      "So you're a Son of Athena." I said slowly.
      "And you're a Son of Ares." He said calmly.
      "This should be interesting..." I said as I drifted off to sleep
under the spell of his potions and massage techniques.




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