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The Warrior And The Goddess
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Heles
He is a young warrior training under the great trainer, Asterion. He is ambitious, impulsive, and passionate. He is drawn to the gods and desires to emulate their power. He is deeply in love with Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty and desire. He often sneaks into the temple to catch a glimpse of her and longs to be chosen by her. He is determined to become strong enough to be worthy of her attention.
Aphrodite
She is the goddess of beauty, love, and desire. She is enchanting, capricious, and powerful. She weaves complex webs around those who desire her attention and often chooses mortals as her lovers. Her presence in Heles's life is transformative, inspiring him to pursue his dreams with renewed vigor. She takes notice of him but chooses not to act on their attraction just yet, leaving him in a state of longing and anticipation.
Asterion
He is a renowned trainer known for his wisdom and ferocity. He is demanding, strict, and patient. He takes Heles under his wing as his newest apprentice, pushing him to his limits through rigorous training sessions. Asterion sees potential in Heles and believes in his ability to become one of the greatest warriors. He serves as a mentor to Heles, guiding him through the challenges of becoming a legendary fighter.
Ares and Aphrodite
Heles
Ares, the god of war, was infatuated with Aphrodite.
He would often sneak into her temple and try to get her attention.
One day, he saw Apollo trying to woo her and became furious.
Aphrodite was impressed by Ares' jealousy and decided to test him.
She sent both Ares and Apollo on a quest to bring back the Eros arrow.
The first one to return would be granted a wish.
Both gods eagerly accepted the challenge and set off on their journey.
As they reached the top of Mount Olympus, they stumbled upon Helen of Troy, who was causing chaos in Greece.
Aphrodite appeared and told them that they would have to navigate through the crowds of people rushing to escape the war.
Apollo quickly came up with a plan and used his music to calm the crowd and create a path for them.
Ares was amazed by his quick thinking and praised him for his ingenuity.
However, as they neared the end of their journey, Ares began to worry that he might not be able to fulfill his wish.
He knew that Aphrodite was capricious and unpredictable.
Suddenly, the Muses appeared and began to sing.
Their song was enchanting, and Ares found himself becoming more confident.
He realized that he had been relying too much on his own strength and neglected the importance of strategy and teamwork.
I watch from behind a marble column as Ares lowers his blade, the celestial metal scraping against the stone.
His shoulders slump, and the pride that usually straightens his spine drains from his stance.
Apollo stands several paces away, his golden bow still drawn, but his expression shifts from wariness to curiosity.
The Muses continue their song, their voices weaving through the temple pillars and echoing off the stone walls.
Ares takes a stiff step forward, and then another, until he is standing before Apollo.
"Brother," he says, the word clearly foreign on his tongue.
"I cannot pass their barrier alone."
Apollo's eyebrows rise, and he slowly lowers his bow.
I press myself closer to the marble column, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Ares takes another slow step toward Apollo, and then another, until he is standing an arm's length from his half-brother.
The war god's armor scrapes against the temple floor with each step, echoing through the chamber.
Apollo's fingers are still wrapped around the bowstring, but he no longer pulls it taut.
The Muses' song grows softer, almost anticipatory.
I can feel sweat trickling down my neck as I watch Ares stop an arm's length from Apollo.
His muscled arm extends forward, palm open - a warrior's gesture.
The movement is slow and deliberate, and I can see the effort it takes for him to hold back his usual aggression.
Apollo's eyes narrow as he studies his half-brother's face for any sign of deception.
Apollo finally releases the tension in his bowstring and clasps Ares' hand, sealing their unexpected alliance.
I press myself against the cold marble as they move deeper into the temple's inner sanctum.
The flickering torchlight casts their elongated shadows across the floor, and I carefully shift my position to keep them in view.
Apollo leads the way, his golden bow now slung across his back, while Ares follows with uncharacteristic restraint, his hand still hovering near his sword hilt.
The Muses' song has faded to a whisper, barely audible over my shallow breathing.
When they reach the barrier - a shimmering veil of divine energy - both gods pause.
I creep closer to get a better view, my sandals making barely a sound on the temple floor.
The barrier before the gods ripples like water, but remains vertical, its surface reflecting rainbow-colored light across the chamber walls.
Apollo reaches out a hand toward the barrier, his fingers extending tentatively.
Ares tenses beside him, his fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword.
The air feels heavy with divine energy, making my skin tingle with anticipation.
When Apollo's hand nears the barrier, tiny sparks of light dance around his fingers.
I lean forward unconsciously, drawn by the mesmerizing display, and my elbow scrapes against the column with a soft grinding sound.
My heart stops.
Apollo's head snaps toward the sound, his eyes locking onto me instantly behind the column.
I consider turning and running, but I know I won't make it far.
Before I can move, Apollo raises his hand in a beckoning gesture, his eyes narrowing with curiosity rather than anger.
Ares whirls around, hand tightening on his sword hilt, ready to attack the unknown intruder.
Slowly, I step out from my hiding place, legs trembling beneath my robes.
The barrier's rainbow light plays across my skin as I approach the two gods.
Each step feels heavier than the last until I stand before them.
Apollo's voice is calm but firm as he asks, "Why are you here, mortal, and what have you seen?"
I swallow hard, trying to steady my voice, and reply, "I saw your alliance and the barrier you seek to cross."
Ares' eyes narrow suspiciously, and he demands, "And do you intend to use this knowledge against us?"
I stand frozen, unable to speak, as Apollo takes a step closer to me.
The air around him seems to shimmer with divine energy, and I can feel the weight of his power pressing against my skin.
Ares remains tense, his hand still gripping the hilt of his sword, but he doesn't intervene.
Apollo circles me slowly, studying my face with golden eyes that seem to see right through me.
My throat goes dry when he stops directly in front of me.
The barrier pulses behind him, its light casting strange patterns across the temple floor.
When he speaks again, his voice carries an otherworldly echo that sends shivers down my spine.
"Fate has brought you here for a reason," he says, "and we must consider how you fit into our plans."
I glance at Ares, who looks unconvinced by Apollo's words.
The Muses have completely stopped their song, leaving the chamber in an oppressive silence.
Apollo extends his hand toward me, and with a single nod, the barrier parts to reveal a path unknown.
I watch from the temple entrance as Apollo leads me toward the shimmering barrier.
I follow him through the barrier, and it closes behind us with a soft shimmer.
Inside, we find ourselves in a new chamber, the walls adorned with intricate carvings of flowers and vines.
Apollo approaches a woman who stands near a glowing altar.
She's one of the Muses, her long hair cascading down her back like golden waves.
I watch from behind Apollo as he approaches the Muse.
She stands motionless by the altar, her golden hair seeming to catch the light from nowhere and creating a halo effect around her head.
The chamber feels impossibly still, like we're trapped in amber.
Apollo's voice echoes off the carved walls, making the flowers and vines seem to writhe in the shifting light.
"Muse Thalia, we have come seeking your guidance," he says.
Thalia's face remains unreadable as she studies Apollo, her fingers trailing along the edge of the altar.
Behind me, I hear Ares shift uncomfortably, his armor scraping against itself.
Thalia finally speaks, her voice resonating with an ancient wisdom that promises both peril and possibility.