Welcome to Olympos19. Welcome to OlymposWelcome to Olympos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had expected Olympos to be magnificent, but my fantasy had not been able to fully envisage its grandeur, and I was breath taken upon coming nearer. We were riding Ares' flying chariot, propelled by divine magic, so we got to see the whole wonderful vista from above. At first there was just this imposing mountain which side we were ascending. It was steep and the summit appeared like just another snow-clad peak halfway hidden in clouds.
But as we were sweeping over the pinnacle we passed a kind of a borderline where the snow was traded into grasslands and meadows. There were small rivers, tiny lakes and waterfalls cascading down the rocks, painting rainbows in the sky. There were pretty houses making up a neat little village hardly larger than Salenda and there were delicate bridges spanning waters and canyons. I spotted large tended gardens and meadows where the most splendid horses were gracing and frolicking around.
In the middl
Under AttackArmy Postal ServiceUnder Attack in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the Greek Army swept like wild fire trough the city all I could do was run. Run with my son in my arms, trying to save us from the Greeks and most of all from the terrible Ares himself...
(A kind of steampunk take on the mythology - for those who claim ancient accuracy - sorry it's not to be found here, I've taken quite a few liberties with the timeline and geographic characteristic)
1. Under Attack
"Mommie, are we going to die?" Kalian looked at me with his big, brown eyes filled with fear.
"No, dearest, we're not." I lied. "We're not going to die. We're going to make this; we just have to get away from the men chasing us."
"Can we do that?" my son hiccupped.
"Yes, yes, dear, we can do that!"
Nevertheless I was beginning to have my doubts. After all I was alone, carrying a five year old in my arms. A heavy five years old, and the Dark Warriors who persecuted us were plentiful. They were huge and lethal and well armed. Even if I could get o
Achilles' ChoiseAfter Patroklos' death Achilles had been beside himself. To put it mildly. Or to put it more correctly, he had become a berserking madman, crazier in battle than Ares himself. To avenge his beloved cousin Achilles had sought out the Trojan Hector and slaughtered him brutally. Hector, who had generally been considered Achilles' superior when it came to fighting skills, hadn't stood a chance against the infuriated Greek. Achilles had attacked Hector with murder in his eyes, not seeking a battle kill but pure and hot blooded murder, the war forgotten; avenge being the only thing that counted. As if that hadn't been enough Achilles had defiled and desecrated Hector's body severely and humiliated the Trojans by tying Hector's dead body to his chariot, driving it around the sieged town. Still that hadn't been sufficient; Achilles' deeds of bravery and madness couldn't heal his shattered soul. It couldn't cleanse the deep grieve he felt; it couldn't remove his painful sadness - and most of alAchilles' Choise in Short Stories More Like This
Xena's decision15. Xena's decisionXena's decision in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ares" Saion called out. He was standing there with little Kalian in a steady grip, a knife against our son's exposed troth. And not just any knife, but a knife of Adamantine. The god-killing material. "Ares, watch this, and then you'll know just how it feels to lose a kin."
But Ares was faster than the light. The next moment Saion traded his bragging speech for a horrendous yell as he clasped his left eye, from where another knife was protruding, another Adamantine knife. And the chocked Anatolian let go of Kalian who came running up to me with a whimper.
"Mommie, mommie," he was crying and I knelt to take him in his arms, caressing him hard, burying my face in his dark whirls of hair, to not show my state of chock. Behind me Xena was almost wailing out Zeus' name. But Ares went over to Saion and grabbed him by the arms with fists of steel, forcing the intruder to drop his knife and then to fall down on his knees in Ares' unrelenting grip. The God of War pla
Observations from a borderline10. Observations from a borderlineObservations from a borderline in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A god!" I heard myself blurt out, almost spilling my juice. I had to look again at the fragile-looking patient in the four poster bed, to make sure I was not mistaken, but the aura gave the man with the wax-coloured skin away. There were yellows and orange in that faltering aura, telling me it was a ruler- and city god lying there. As well as some white hinting at weather abilities. A once powerful god no doubt. But what could harm a man like that and put him on the brink of death? And how could they possibly expect Xena to help him? Or was it...?
The swarthy and slender man who was sitting next the dying god rose from his chair, he seemed to echo my doubts, a confused look upon his comely face as he scratched his beard.
"Chizay, what have you been thinking? This is but a mortal medic. She doesn't have what it takes. I told you we're going to need a..."
"A god, yeah. A healing god. And she will be on her way soon."
"What do you mean?"
Fruit of love3. Fruit of loveFruit of love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Then he was gone. And fall came early that year. It was hardly September when the mornings were starting to get chilly and in the end of the month the leaves turned yellow and were falling and the ocean got too cold for baths. And persistent news of the war was reaching us.
All the time I kept repeating Arians last words to myself over and over again.
"I will return, Didi, I promise."
I will return, I will return, I will return, I will return, I will return, Iwillreturn, I will I will I will. Didi I promise .
But when would that happen? I forced those speculations to the back of my mind, since they were doing no good and dug into reality again. I returned to work and to life and my friends and the thatching that needed to be fixed on my house and all the other things that were calling for my attention. I also realized that the war was on everybody's lips these days. Some of the youths from the village ran away from home and joined one or the other side of t
Remedy13. RemedyRemedy in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I lost almost all perception of time; it felt like I had been pulling at that spiritual thread for hours - days - perhaps even weeks, when the alien undercurrent suddenly started to yield. When that happened my own feeling of control started to return slowly and at the same time Ikaton's thread of life begun to snake itself back again, out of the hole, inch by inch. Or whatever it was, I had no clue about how to measure these things. Still I knew I was - winning this. But it was far too early to triumph. Ares had taught me that, told about the importance of not celebrating until the last enemy fortress was taken. Because there might still be surprises lurking out there, concealed secret weapons.
Yet this could be done. I steadied myself and tightened my pull at the thread and began to really haul it in. As the time went by I managed to pull the energies of Ikaton back into this world. Finally, when the last strand passed through the hole, it collapsed with a frighteni
My honorable foe14. My honorable foeMy honorable foe in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
About ten minutes later we were back home again. 'Home' as in the now nearly abandoned headquarters of the Greeks in Darangorlad. I put the still sleeping Xena to bed in an empty room next to Ares' and my suite and Ares went to find Kalian. When I caught up with them Kalian was pouting because we hadn't let him come with us to Rhembosia.
"You deserve all love and respect, little Hero" Ares tried. "But you are still a tad too young to follow us on a mission like this. We had to save Xena and we had to do it fast or those bad guys who had caught her would've hurt her really bad. And you wouldn't want that to happen, right?"
"No..." Kalian was facing his father with a suspicious look in his dark eyes as he thought it over. He was certain that Ares was outsmarting him, yet he could not grasp how, although I could almost hear how his brain was at work here. Then he turned to look at me as I had finished the struggle with getting off my sweaty, torn and dirty tuni
Larger than life16. Larger than lifeLarger than life in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was unusual to wake up earlier than Ares. He was almost always up and around when I woke up. Either that or he woke me with kisses and cuddles, wanting to start the day with affection. But today it was the sun which woke me up and I found my love still sound asleep next to me in the bed. Rising on my left elbow I regarded him where he rested - convinced that very few people had actually seen Ares when he was sleeping. His parents of course, some lovers. Some men he might've shared tent with at the front. But Ares never wanted to be caught with his guard down so he was very aware with when and where he slept. Thus others never got to see the difference. How smooth and relaxed he had become in both body and aura, his face soft and devoid of the plethora of emotions always showing there during the hours of awakeness. He looked younger too - boyish. At that moment I really saw the resemblance between Kalian and his father. The same kind of cheek, chin, nose a
The city of high spires11. The city of high spiresThe city of high spires in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ares and I flew the few miles to the city perimeter and there we touched ground again, in the dark among some trees in a park, and from that point we started walking. The walled-in park rested mostly in darkness and seemed neglected, with its overgrown paths and dried up fountains filled with old leaves and broken marble statues regarding us with empty eyes. At the end of the park were some buildings, covered in graffiti of the kind you saw all over the world, dirty words mingled with slogans proclaiming the other teams' death. In this case it was not surprisingly the Greeks. None of us chose to comment it.
Between the buildings were two rusty gates locked with a chain and a huge padlock. Ares didn't bother with the chain though; he went directly for the weakest point, the hinges of the left gate. A pull and the gate fell inwards with a large crash which made me hope no one had been around to hear. At least no one who would consider caring. But there