Ares, god of war. Ares, god of violence. Ares, unbridled, greedy and vicious. Whatever he wanted, he took. No control, no humanity, only power and a thirst to dominate the weak and the low.
That was what they all said about him.
As I stood in the lake with the water gently lapping at my knees, I felt a numbness creep through my body that I didn’t quite understand. Fear, maybe, but I didn’t know if that was really all it was. Yes, I wanted to run. But I didn’t know if I wanted to run away, or if I wanted to simply run in frenzied circles to burn away the agitation surging up inside me. And all the while, an electric tingling trickled from my head down to my toes as I continued to melt under the heat of Ares’s gaze.
I wanted to hide, I wanted to flee. But there was a part of me
