Consequences

By Meryle

This is Rhysa's response to Mind Games. If you have yet to read that TERRIFIC story by Ronan, please do so before continuing with Consequences.

This story contains scenes of violence. If this sort of thing bothers you, please read something else.

The characters of Ares and Iolaus belong to Universal Studios and Pacific Renaissance and no copyright infringement is intended. The author is just having fun.

The characters of Rhysa, Tira, Alynn, and Lysia are used with the creators' permission.

Rhysa tied the wood she'd been chopping into a neat bundle and turned to assess the chores still needing to be done. It was tiring work, but she was glad for the physical exhaustion; it took her mind off the mental pictures that seemed to flash through her mind at will during the past weeks. She felt almost unable to deal with all she was feeling; regret, anger, frustration, hate… they all melded together in her memories, culminating in a desperate desire to banish all emotion. Dread froze her heart when she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"All work and no play? Can't be good for a mortal, even an amazon."

She ignored the impulse to turn and lash out at him, knowing full well that he would probably be expecting just such a reaction. Continuing with the wood, she prayed that he'd tire of his little game and just leave her alone, though she knew him well enough to realize it wasn't likely. True to form, she heard him chuckle lightly.

"What? No greeting? No 'hi, great to see you'?"

She could picture the smug look in his eyes, the raised eyebrows, the feigned expression of hurt. Still, she ignored him. If only she could pretend he wasn't there, maybe the fates would make it so. She wished harder than she had wished for anything in her life, yet still, he taunted her.

"You disappoint me, Rhysa," he sighed, "I thought you, of all people, would be able to keep an open mind about this whole sordid affair. After all, you've always known who I am, and what I'm capable of. Still, you gave yourself freely to me."

"Don't remind me," she quipped, unable to keep silent any longer, but still refusing to turn and face him.

"Remind you of what, Rhysa?" he continued, obviously enjoying the situation, "Of all the times you came to my arms, responding to my body with your own? Of all the times you longed for me to bring out in you what only I can?" He sighed again, his voice feigning disappointment, "You're not really willing to give all that up, are you?"

She turned then, her eyes flat, her expression grim. "I'd rather die than have you touch me," she stated evenly, "Is that clear enough for you?"

"Come on, Rhysa," he smiled evilly, "I know you better than that. The passion inside you isn't something you can deny, no matter how hard you try. It's easy to say you'd prefer death, but if your life is destined to be a long one, you're in for some terribly lonely years."

"I’ll take that chance," she shot back, "It would be more satisfying than spending another moment with you after what you did to Alynn."

"Alynn," his expression turned to one of sheer frustration, "What is it with you mortals? First Lysia and now you. Its not as though I killed her. She's alive and well and serving in Artemis' temple as we speak. Get over it already."

"You raped her," Rhysa stated flatly, "And you nearly killed Iolaus. What do you expect from me? A pat on the back?"

"Uh uh," he wagged a finger in a mock reprimand, "I didn't rape her, she came to me willingly."

"From the little I've heard, it doesn't seem like she had any choice," Rhysa pointed out, "That amounts to the same thing, Ares, and I think I speak for most of the amazons when I say that your presence here is neither needed nor wanted."

"Well then," he shrugged, "I guess I'll have to find myself another mortal to keep me … entertained."

"Be my guest," she replied evenly, her expression never wavering. "What you do and with whom is of no matter to me, as long as it doesn't interfere with the lives of me or my sisters."

"Naw," he brushed the thought away, "I've tired of the whole Amazon experience lately. I think I need something new, a greater challenge if you will."

She didn't rise to the bait, turning instead to continue her work. "Then by all means, don't let me keep you."

Trying to keep her hands busy, she waited tensely for him to leave. There was no need for her to turn in order to know he was still standing there.

"Perhaps," he mused, watching her back carefully, "I'll head towards Tangoria." He got the desired reaction as she whirled to face him once again. Though she said nothing, her expression spoke volumes; the hazel eyes flashing green with anger and hate, the lips set in grim determination. "What?" he feigned surprise, "Was it something I said?"

"What do you know of Tangoria?" she hissed through clenched teeth.

"Come Rhysa," he taunted, "Just because it's out of the realm of the Olympian gods doesn't mean I'm not very aware of its existence. I've discovered some very interesting facts about that little kingdom as of late. Would you care for me to elaborate?"

"No," she stated simply, her voice filled with contempt, "All I want right now is for you to leave here and never return."

"Sorry," he shrugged, "I can't do that. You see, all this…" he waved his arm to encompass their surroundings, "is MY domain. I'm afraid if you've decided you don't like the rules, you'll have to be the one to find another place to play …" he paused for effect, "I happen to know for a fact that its not a concept totally unfamiliar to you." He smiled slightly as he noticed her eyes narrow, her chest heaving with the effort to control her temper.

"Bastard," she spat, the word spilling from her lips like acid.

He laughed at the outburst, "Now, now," he scolded, taking a step closer to her and running a finger down her cheek. "No need to get personal, I'm in no way responsible for the events that transpired there."

She took a step backward, out of his reach, and glared at him silently.

"You DO remember those events, don't you?" he mocked her, "I mean, if necessary, I can replay them for you."

"Don't bother," she retorted, the color draining from her face.

"I see," he shrugged, "It's in the past, I can accept the fact that you want it to remain there. On the other hand, you shouldn't mind if I take a little stroll in that direction. See what I can scare up for fun."

"You have no power in Tangoria," she pointed out, dread clutching at her gut with icy fingers.

"You're nothing there. Leave it alone, Ares."

"Ahhh," he smiled wickedly, "A challenge. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

"Don't do it, Ares," she warned, knowing how futile it would be but hoping against hope that just once, he would listen. "You have no idea what consequences could develop."

"Consequences… consequences," he frowned as though trying to remember the meaning of the word. "Ahh yes, " he exclaimed triumphantly, his taunting tone causing her blood to boil. "Those things you mortals seem to be so caught up in. Personally, I don't deal in consequences."

"Maybe you should start," she replied flatly.

"Why?" he shrugged, "Oh, I admit, the end result means everything. I'm prepared to deal with the aftermath, as long as it's to my advantage. As far as how my actions affect others, that's their problem, not mine." He smiled smugly at her defiant expression, "And that's not merely a godly trait, is it Rhysa?" The look flitting through her eyes prompted him to go on. "Was Asgar the one to suffer for his crimes in Tangoria? I don't think so. And what about you? Did you ever face the consequences of your own actions?"

He frowned at her silence, "Well?"

"What's your point, Ares?" she sighed wearily, "I'm not prepared to discuss this with you. Not now, not ever."

"My point is a simple one," he answered, his voice low and menacing, "Before you judge me based on my actions, you'd better be prepared to defend your own choices. Nothing has changed between you and I. Alynn has nothing to do with what goes on between us. I'm willing to make a deal. You put it out of your mind, and I'll never bring up Tangoria again." He watched her intently. He wasn't about to lose his Amazon contacts because of what had happened with Iolaus and the meddlesome Alynn. Her will was no match for his manipulative powers. Soon, she'd realize the truth of his words and things would be as they were. Her reply was not long in coming.

"Go to Tartarus," she growled, her eyes snapping with barely controlled anger.

He shrugged, having received a reaction he hadn't been expecting. She was calling his bluff and she'd pay for it. "Fine," he replied, eyes narrowed, "Then I'll be off. Tangoria should be beautiful this time of year." He paused, gauging her reaction before continuing, "And I hear the women there are quite desirable. Long blond hair, blue eyes. One in particular caught my attention. What was her name?" He drummed a finger on his lips, simulating deep thought. "Ahh yes," he smiled, "Kaleysia."

Rhysa felt the cold in the pit of her stomach spreading to encompass the whole of her being. "What do you know of her?" she asked, her voice no more than a strangled whisper, belying the cold expression on her face.

"Everything you know," he shrugged, pausing for effect, "And much, much more. You've been away a long time Rhysa. Things are no longer as you remember them."

"Meaning?" she returned, her voice regaining some of its strength. "Tell me what you know, Ares."

"Let's just say," he frowned thoughtfully, enjoying her reaction, "That she's alive … but not for long."

"Stay away from her, Ares," she warned, "Or so help me, I'll kill you."

He threw his head back in laughter. "What? And spoil all my fun?" His expression sobered. "You are the one who started this. You'd do well to remember that. If I'm to be held accountable for my actions then so shall you be. But just for the record, her imminent demise has nothing whatsoever to do with me." He smiled cruelly; "Just a little piece of information I thought you'd like to know." With a slight nod of his head, he vanished in a shower of light.

Rhysa stood rooted to the spot where he'd left her, her mind a whirlwind of activity as she tried desperately to determine her best course of action. She had no idea what had become of the girl, though she'd thought of her often. As she sorted out the possibilities in her mind, one thing became abundantly clear. She had to go. She had no choice but to return to the place of her birth and face all that awaited her there. Perhaps she could even manage to avert the trouble Ares had alluded to. She had no way of knowing whether he was telling her the truth; she certainly didn't trust him at this point, but could she take the chance? "Damn you, Ares," she muttered under her breath, "I'll never forgive you for this."

She silently stormed into camp, making her way directly to her hut to gather her things. Upon doing so, she headed straight for the Queen's quarters to explain her impending departure, only stopping when Tira grabbed her by the arm.

"What's up?" the other Amazon frowned, "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I've got to go," Rhysa explained simply, "There's something I have to take care of. I can't explain right now."

"Can I help?" Tira questioned without hesitation.

Rhysa smiled sadly and squeezed the hand on her arm, "I'm afraid not," she replied, "No one can." She turned abruptly and continued on her way to the Queen, leaving Tira to frown after her in confusion. After explaining that she needed to handle a matter in her native land, Rhysa exited the hut to find Tira waiting for her, her gear on her back. "What are you doing?" she asked warily.

"I'm going with you," she shrugged, "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it together. That's the Amazon way. Just let me tell the Queen and we'll be off."

Rhysa sighed. Though grateful for the offer, she wasn't sure she wanted company on this particular trip. With any luck, the Queen would have a pressing matter that needed Tira's attention. It wasn't to be, as Tira joined her momentarily, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Ready?" she asked lightly.

"You don't even know where we're going," Rhysa answered in frustration, "We won't be back for some time."

"Fine," Tira shrugged, "I've got no plans for the immediate future." She noticed the solemn expression on her friend's face and changed her tone. "Look," she said softly, "I know you don't want my company right now, but when you get wherever you're going, you may be grateful for the help. If you don't need it, then I've at least gotten out of this camp for a while. I'll go mad without a change of scenery soon."

Rhysa smiled at the efforts her friend was making. It was obvious she was trying to make it look as though Rhysa would be doing her the favor by allowing her to accompany her. "Fine," she sighed, "But don't say I didn't warn you."

"Warning noted," Tira smiled, turning toward the outer edge of the camp with her companion. "Now, exactly where are we going?"

"Ever hear of a place called Tangoria?" Rhysa asked.

"Don't believe I have," Tira frowned, "What's in Tangoria?"

"My past for one thing," Rhysa answered bitterly, "And a few things I never thought I'd have to face again."

"So we'll face them together," Tira replied, "How bad can it be?"

"I only wish I knew," she muttered in response, "I only wish I knew."

They walked in silence for the better part of the day, with the exception of an occasional tune Tira whistled. Rhysa was too lost in her own thoughts to initiate conversation and she assumed her friend could sense her unwillingness to talk. Only when the sun had begun its descent in the west did they stop, choosing a suitable area in which to spend the night.

"Hungry?" Tira asked casually, once the campsite had been set up.

"Not particularly," Rhysa answered shortly. Immediately regretting her abrupt manner, she sighed and sat down at the base of a tree. "I'm sorry," she smiled wanly, "I haven't been very good company, have I?"

"No one can be good company all the time," Tira smiled in assurance, "I'll forgive this little foray into unsociable behavior."

Rhysa laughed lightly and then sobered. "I should tell you," she offered, "Where we're going will take us out of the realm of Olympus. If you want to turn back, I'll understand."

"Are you kidding?" Tira exclaimed, "Another realm where our gods have absolutely no control? Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"It's not as idyllic a scenario as one might expect," Rhysa smiled wryly. "They have their own deities in Tangoria. "Greed, power, hate. They may not be the gods we're accustomed to here, but they still contribute to the general destruction of mankind."

"Is that why you left?" Tira asked quietly.

"No, not exactly," Rhysa smiled ruefully, "There was a time when I would have been content to carve out my own place in Tangoria. I might have eventually married and raised a family, perhaps in the same village my own parents chose to live." She laughed bitterly, "Guess that sounds a little naïve to you."

"Not at all," Tira assured her, "So what happened to change your mind?"

"My parents and brother were killed in a raid on our village. An evil man by the name of Asgar wasn't content with his own wealth and wanted to rule all of Tangoria. It was a bitter war, one that would leave my homeland forever changed."

"So you came to Greece for a fresh start," Tira concluded.

"More or less," Rhysa sighed, getting to her feet; "Maybe we should get something to eat while there's still a little daylight left."

Tira noted the change in tone and realized further explanation wouldn't be forthcoming. "Good idea," she replied brightly, "I'm starved."

They talked little while they ate, the only conversation having to do with things in the Amazon camp. Rhysa volunteered to take first watch while her friend slept. Taking up position in the branch of a large tree, she settled back to wait for the end of her shift, her eyes scouring the dark countryside for anything that might constitute trouble.

"Danger won't be coming from where you've been," a voice interrupted her thoughts. "If I were you, I'd be looking to where you're headed."

"Don't concern yourself, Ares," she answered nonchalantly, "I'm perfectly capable of assessing danger from wherever it originates." Glancing distastefully in his direction, she added, "And your presence here certainly doesn't inspire a sense of security."

"It's not meant to," he answered evenly, "Call off this ridiculous pilgrimage, Rhysa. Forget Tangoria and things will go back to the way they were. Aren't you afraid your annoying friend down there will learn the truth? She'll spread it to my bastard half-brother and before you know it, you'll be an outcast among the Amazons. Is your pride worth all that?"

"It's not pride that brings me here, Ares," she replied, her tone indifferent.

"No?" he sneered, "Your unwillingness to surrender to me once you realized I had the upper hand. That's what brought you here."

"It's a matter of admitting to my mistakes," she argued, "And knowing better than to make the same ones over again."

"And you expect me to believe this because…" he prodded mockingly.

"I don't expect you to believe it at all," she sighed wearily, "Neither do I dare hope you'd understand. You said it yourself, you don't deal in consequences."

"And is that what you're prepared to do?" he demanded, "Based on what? Our little discussion earlier?"

"Based on a lot of things," she snapped, her anger getting the best of her, "But mostly on the fact that if nothing else, it distinguishes the difference between mortals and gods. We have a conscience. We suffer for the things we do, and that not only makes us mortal, but human. Our little discussion as you call it served simply as a means of information. Your inability to feel any remorse for what happened to Alynn certainly didn't surprise me, but there's nothing I can do about that. Thanks to your little revelation, however, I can no longer pretend Tangoria doesn't exist."

"Again with Alynn?" he sighed, "Its like I'm on this wheel that's totally out of control and I keep coming back to the same point of origin. Forget Alynn. Forget Iolaus. They both survived. You may not be so lucky if you reach Tangoria."

"I'm willing to take that chance," she stated, chin raised defiantly, "At least I'll die fighting for something I believe in. something I probably should have done long ago."

"You'll die a fool," he snapped in correction, "A pointless death brought on by your own inability to forget the past and move on."

"And what concern is that of yours?" she countered, eyes narrowed, "If it had been me brought to your temple, or Lysia, would things have been different?"

"It wasn't you or Lysia," he pointed out, his voice dangerously low. "Both of you belong to me, Alynn was merely a way to get to that little runt that runs with my brother."

"News flash, Ares," she retorted angrily, eyes flashing, "Neither Lysia nor I belong to you; we're accountable only to ourselves and our sisters."

He glared at her, her stubbornness making him increasingly angrier. "You're on your own then," he growled, "You'll receive no help from me." With a flash he was gone.

"Thank the gods for small favors," she murmured, relief washing through her at his departure. Settling back against the rough bark, she continued her watch.

By the time Tira came to relieve her, Rhysa was even more committed to her plan. Sleep didn't come easily with so many memories and thoughts running through her mind, but finally she was able to drift off. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to a world of peaceful dreams she went, but rather a never-ending torment of events long past.

She stood, unable to command her feet to flee despite the desperate pleading of her mind. Sunlight began to disappear behind clouds of thick smoke and the sounds of anguish all around her made her long for the solitude of silence.

Her eyes grew wide as she was forced to watch the occurrences unfold, unable to tear her gaze from the painful images before her. It was her own likeness that riveted her attention; younger, more child than woman, and full of the spirit of youth as she tried to protect her village. Every detail was replayed in painfully slow motion, beginning with the burning of her home. Following was the sight of her father, cut down by a sword as he tried in vain to save his family. Next, her mother, run through as she knelt at her dying husband's side; and lastly, her brother, trying to rescue her from the hands of her captors, even as the dagger in his back drained the life from him.

She shuddered at the images, realizing it was her own past she was playing witness to. Even as she watched, she could see herself overpowered by the men, dragged to the edge of the village away from the burning fires of the only home she'd ever known. Flinching slightly, she saw the first blow as one of them hit her in the face, splitting her lip. She could almost taste the blood and the dirt as she hit the ground, stunned, but more angry than hurt. Now, she slowly got to her feet in defiance of those who threatened her. Another blow, this time to the side of her head, sending her senses reeling; then another, a boot to her ribs as she lay on the ground. She saw herself struggling to stand, only to be kicked in the face, knocking her backward into the dust. She watched in silence, praying that the young Rhysa would be able to fend off the attackers in this replay of events, thereby forever changing what she knew was to come.

Her hopes were vanquished as she watched them bind her hands and place the rope around her neck. There was still a chance; perhaps someone in the village had survived and was already rallying to her aid. They wouldn't take her this time; this time things would be different. Trembling, she watched as the leader tied the other end of the rope to his saddle and began to lead her battered body along the road leaving her village. Desperately, she tried to escape from the visage before her. Even from the seeming safety of her detached state, she could feel the torment of what she knew would happen. She could feel the anguish and the fear; the hate and the desperation. Her scream permeated the smoke-filled air…

She sat straight up, her breath coming in ragged gasps. A hand on her shoulder elicited a strangled gasp from her constricted throat as she jumped to her feet, ready to defend herself against those who would harm her.

"Rhysa," the voice was both gentle and firm; "It's me, Tira. You were having a nightmare."

She struggled to comprehend the words; the images still clear in her mind. "Tira?" she whispered, frowning in concentration.

"It was a dream," Tira explained, "I heard you scream. Everything is fine now."

Rhysa collapsed to her knees, her body trembling with shocked relief.

"Care to talk about it?" Tira asked gently.

She shook her head, struggling to control her shuddering body before trusting her voice, "No," she rasped, "It's nothing. Like you said, just a dream."

Tira studied her for a moment, certain that it was more than that, but not wanting to push the issue. "Ok," she squeezed her friend's arm. "Get yourself together and we'll be ready to move out." She headed off to gather her things while Rhysa tried to control her breathing.

Tira wasn't the only one witness to Rhysa's nightmare. He stroked his goatee thoughtfully as he watched the exchange between the two women. This wasn't at all the way he had planned things; it wasn't one of the scenarios he'd imagined. He'd held the information for some time, certain that one day it would prove useful to him. Once she was aware that he shared her secret, she was to be more compliant for fear that he'd expose her. He'd also considered the possibility that the information would mean nothing to her, thus proving that they weren't so different in their self-serving agendas. No, he hadn't entertained the possibility that she'd return to Tangoria. Not only would it not work to his advantage, but it was likely to cause him far more trouble than he was willing to deal with. Once again, he'd allowed his temper to cloud his judgement, and now she was heading into certain danger. Not that the death of one Amazon would count for much, but coming so soon on the heels of the Alynn fiasco, it would most certainly put an end to any allegiance he had with every last one of the sisterhood. And now Tira was involved. Again, her death would mean nothing to him, but he knew of her association with his bastard half-brother. All he needed was for Zeus to be made aware that he'd interfered with events in another realm. It certainly wouldn't guarantee his future on Olympus. He pondered his options and decided upon waiting and watching. Perhaps the situation would fail to escalate into a war between the realms, and his concerns would prove unfounded. If, on the other hand, she managed to make it to Tangoria and Kaleysia, he might just get that lesson in consequences that she had suggested earlier. Every fiber in his being told him that he wouldn't like the results.

Tira was the first to break the silence as they walked. "Why now, Rhysa?" she questioned. "What brought on this sudden urge to visit your homeland?"

"Someone I know is in trouble," Rhysa answered simply, "I need to help if I can."

"And how do you know this?" Tira frowned, "A messenger? A sign? A feeling?" She noted the silence to her question and sighed, "Ares."

Rhysa shot her a startled glance, "Why would you think Ares has anything to do with this?" she asked, slightly unnerved.

"I heard you talking last night," Tira admitted, "The context of your conversation was unclear, but the tone of your voice was obviously one of anger. His late night visit made me wonder if he was the reason we're here."

As though in response to the mention of his name, Ares appeared before them in a shower of shimmering light. "Actually, I'm not," he clarified, "Rhysa is here because of her own unwillingness to listen to reason."

Tira looked from one to the other, noting the angry glares being exchanged. "Why do I get the feeling there's more to it than that?" she asked cautiously.

"I've told you," she answered, dismissing Ares with her gaze. "I'm going to help someone who's in trouble. There's nothing more to it, Tira."

"Oh?" Ares mocked her, "Did you tell her that the chances of you being able to help are minimal? Did you tell her that neither of you are likely to return alive?"

"She didn't have to, Ares," Tira covered for her friend, "I volunteered my services, knowing full well that the situation could be dangerous. As far as her ability to help, she has to try, I'll not fault her for that regardless of your opinion of the situation."

"Then you are a fool," Ares sneered at her, "It's no wonder my brother finds your company so appealing."

She tilted her head, smiling smugly, but said nothing, only serving to anger him further. "You do realize don't you, that once you reach Tangoria, you'll have only yourselves to rely on. No Hercules to the rescue, no band of Amazons to watch your backs, just the two of you. If you think you'll be any match for what's going on there, then you're both fools."

"I take that to mean we won't have to suffer your company further," Rhysa retorted, holding his gaze evenly. She smiled slightly as his image burst into a multitude of fragmented light particles. "I'll have to remember that line in the future," she murmured, glad to be rid of his presence. Turning to Tira, she nodded thoughtfully, "I appreciate your faith in me," she said quietly, "I haven't actually been forthcoming with explanations lately."

"I know you have your reasons," Tira allowed, "I'm sure you'll tell me when you're ready."

They began walking again, in silence at first, before Rhysa began to tell her story in a voice void of emotion. "Kaleysia." The single word hung on the air as Tira waiting for her to continue, "That's the name of the woman who needs our help. When last I saw her, she was being groomed for great things. Her birthright destined her to rule Tangoria one day. Her death could mean the end of peace in my homeland."

"So she's a queen?" Tira asked.

Rhysa tried to explain, "She is the daughter of Asgar, not a king but a powerful sorcerer."

"The evil man responsible for the death of your family," Tira interjected for clarification.

"And many others," Rhysa concurred, "Tangoria is a small island, just off the coast of Crete. Though originally considered part of Greece, it didn't seem worthy of the attention of the Olympian gods. Over time, faith in the deities diminished and eventually, the people looked solely to other mortals for their guidance. Temples were transformed into palaces for those in power. The governing body consisted of King Astlow and selected members of his council, one of whom was Asgar, responsible for the maintaining of many forces of nature due to his powers."

"Powers?" Tira frowned, "What kind of powers?"

"His grandfather, Talmar, had been a priest in the temple of Apollo. The stories say that sometime during the period when mortals were beginning to lose faith in the gods, Apollo sent down a storm in a fit of rage. The temple was destroyed, with Talmar inside. He survived, but from that day forward, he was said to have been bestowed with some sort of strange abilities."

"Such as?" Tira prodded.

"Apparently, he could foresee things that had yet to happen," Rhysa shrugged, "Who knows how true these things really are."

"And this gift was passed down to Asgar?"

"Not the gift of prophecy," Rhysa frowned, "His brother, Lagmar, seemed to have been bestowed with that particular trait. Asgar simply used his brother's premonitions to make people believe he could control rain and sunshine. Furthering his attempts, he studied the art of sorcery so that he could gain the king's favor."

"And it worked," Tira concluded.

"Guess so," she shrugged. "Lagmar was a good man, he would have made a better choice for Astlow's council, but the ruthless nature of his brother dominated and Lagmar was reduced to being an advisor to Asgar. Anyway, the king died without an heir and Asgar took the position for himself. Few amongst the general populace realized he'd been plotting behind the king's back for years and had in fact, been responsible for his death."

"So how does Kaleysia fit into this?" Tira wondered aloud.

"Like I said," Rhysa continued, "She is Asgar's daughter. The moment she was born she was destined to follow in her father's footsteps. Upon the death of Asgar, she would lead the people."

"And?" Tira prodded, "I assume Asgar is dead."

Her expression took on a hard tone, "Yes," she said quietly. Taking a deep breath, she turned to face her friend, "I killed him."

"In battle?" Tira questioned.

Rhysa stared straight ahead, not meeting her companion's gaze, "In cold blood," she stated flatly.

"I see," the other Amazon frowned thoughtfully, "So now, Kaleysia is in power. Hopefully she didn't inherit all her father's traits."

"Kaleysia was said to have been born with the same powers of prophecy as her uncle. Nothing really strong, from what anyone could tell, just occasional premonitions. If you want my personal opinion, I never found anything really mystical about the whole thing. Kaleysia seemed to have inherited Lagmar's gift of tremendous insight, but I doubt it was anything more than that for either of them. I'd always hoped she'd been blessed with his temperament as well. There was no way she could be as evil as her father was. Asgar had a ruthless nature and a streak of cruelty that would make Ares seem like a humanitarian."

"Ouch," Tira winced, "That's pretty bad."

"You don't know the half of it," Rhysa sighed, "At any rate, if Kaleysia dies, reining power passes to Asgar's son, one who unfortunately received none of Lagmar's goodness and more than his share of his father's evil ways. The whole future of Tangoria is in jeopardy if he should gain control."

"Then we'd better get there in time to stop him," Tira smiled slightly. She noticed the look of surprise on her friend's face and watched as it turned to one of admiration and appreciation.

"I wasn't sure you'd still go once you knew the truth," she admitted.

"You had your reasons," Tira shrugged, "I'll not question that. From everything you've said, he deserved to die."

"And the fact that I left Tangoria to escape the consequences of my actions?" she turned back to the road, unable to meet her friend's gaze.

"You're going back now," Tira stated simply, "That has to count for something, doesn't it?"

Rhysa turned to her, noting the understanding evident in her eyes. "Yes," she smiled sadly, "I guess it does at that."

As nightfall approached, they searched for a suitable place in which to set up camp. "So tell me," Tira queried, finishing the last of the meager meal they'd prepared. "Why do you think Ares is so opposed to you returning to Tangoria?"

"Who knows," Rhysa shrugged, "Maybe because he has nothing to gain by it. Even if war breaks out, it will hold no glory for him. You know how egotistical he is."

"Which makes me wonder why you choose to spend so much time in his company," she pointed out casually. "After your dealings with Asgar, I'd think you'd have had your fill of the power-hungry kind."

"It's different with Ares," she smiled slightly, "His power isn't absolute. There are the other Olympian gods for him to contend with; between them and the unsavory mortals he chooses to lead his army, Ares pretty much has his hands full just trying to maintain the control he has."

"Which leaves little opportunity for that control to get out of hand," Tira concluded.

"Exactly," Rhysa shrugged, "I've never really thought of him as much of a threat to me personally."

"Is that wise?" Tira raised an eyebrow, "We've seen what he's capable of; he could destroy any one of us with the flick of his wrist and wouldn't think twice about doing it."

"True," she admitted, "But at this point it doesn't really matter much. My association with Ares is in the past."

"Is that a fact?" Tira mused, "Somehow Ares doesn't strike me as the type to be dismissed so easily."

"We'll see," Rhysa shrugged again. "Right now I think we should get some rest. I'll take the first watch."

"OK," Tira sighed, "Change the subject if you wish, but don't tell me you won't have a hard time forgetting that body of his."

"Tira!" Rhysa exclaimed in surprise.

"Come on," she grinned wickedly, "I may not be interested in him personally, but I'm not blind either. It's easy to see why you'd be attracted to him, at least physically."

Rhysa thought of their many encounters, the color rising slightly in her cheeks, "I can't honestly say I have any regrets in that regard," she admitted, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, "But rest assured, that too is in the past."

"Uh huh," Tira nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Like you said, we'll see."

The light banter had lifted her spirits slightly, but once alone at her post, she found herself once again caught up in thoughts of what was to come.

"Still unwilling to abandon this foolish quest, I see," his deep voice penetrated her thoughts.

She closed her eyes in exasperation, "Don't you ever sleep?" she sighed wearily.

"I don't have to," he pointed out, "But with the right person at my side I've been known to partake of that particularly mortal ritual."

"Then why don't you find some poor unsuspecting person and partake," she quipped.

"You volunteering?" he smiled, brows arched delicately.

"What do you want, Ares?" she asked dully, "I'm not in the mood for any more of your games."

"This is no game," he stated sternly, "Turn back while you still can."

"Your concern for my welfare is touching," she sneered sarcastically, "But unsolicited."

"It's not your welfare I'm concerned with," he retorted, struggling to keep a tight rein on his temper. "You're dealing with things far bigger than you realize here. The whole of Olympus could be at stake."

"Ahhh," she smiled wryly, "So that's it. You're worried about your own pitiful existence. Maybe you'd better stop with the threats and just tell me the truth, Ares. What's going on in Tangoria, and what does it have to do with Olympus?"

He glared at her, not sure how much his explanation would further his cause. Realizing it wasn't likely to make things any worse, he opted to grant her request. "Fine," he replied, his tone still one of anger. "You want an explanation? You're going to get one."

His words surprised her, but she listened intently. "Go on."

"Tangoria was never considered of any importance to the gods," he began, "Even when they began to lose faith and started worshipping other mortals, it was never considered a great loss."

"How Olympian," she quipped cynically. Catching his warning look, she decided against pressing her luck any further if she wanted to hear the rest.

"As long as Asgar was in power, Olympus had little interest in what went on there. Asgar conditioned many, especially the children that Tangoria was alone in the universe. Many knew nothing of Greece or anything else outside of their own little world."

"I know all this," she stated impatiently, "I was there, remember?"

He continued, ignoring the interruption, "Asgar put to death any who challenged him as the supreme ruler."

Rhysa knew this to be true. They had never been allowed to entertain thoughts of life outside Tangoria. Asgar wanted the people to think of their island as the entire world, with him as their leader. "Go on."

"When he died…" he looked at her pointedly, "or shall I say, when he was murdered, Kaleysia took his place, as you well know. She continued with his teachings, being not much more than a child herself at the time. One of her scholars offered proof of a world beyond Tangoria and she gradually began to encourage an awareness of the different cultures, though all the while assuring her followers that none compared to the way of life they knew."

Rhysa smiled slightly. "Good for her," she murmured, "I knew she'd make a good leader."

"You're missing the point," he stated impatiently, "As long as Kaleysia rules, Tangorians are content to stay within their own realm. They have no reason to leave and Olympus couldn't care less."

"But Kaleysia's rule is in danger of coming to an end," Rhysa went on.

"Yes," he nodded, his tone still intolerant, "Tokmar has been recruiting men into his own little army, intent on overthrowing Kaleysia with the promise of further conquests outside of Tangoria."

"Is that possible?" she asked, frowning.

"Not at the moment," Ares answered, "When Zeus found out what was going on, he sealed off Tangoria to the outside world. Once they leave their land, they will be fated to sail the waters for all eternity, never to reach another shore."

"Then what's the problem?" she shrugged, "How can Olympus possibly be in any danger?"

"Exit from Tangoria has been sealed," he explained, "Not entrance TO it. It wasn't exactly necessary, very few are even aware of its existence. However, if you insist on completing your journey, you'll be opening a way for Tokmar and his men to conquer first Crete and then who knows where else. We don't need him bragging to every mortal he meets that Tangoria has fared profitably all these years without any influence from the gods."

"For fear that you'll lose those who worship the gods to his way of thinking," she sighed, understanding beginning to dawn.

"Exactly," he nodded, as though it should be obvious. "Without believers, the gods lose all control. If you make that connection, but fail to stop Tokmar, all could be lost."

"But if I succeed," she pointed out, "Kaleysia will continue to rule and the problem will be solved."

"IF you succeed," he added, watching her expression carefully, "I wouldn't hold out much hope for that if I were you."

"So why doesn't Zeus just seal the entrance to Tangoria as well," she frowned skeptically. "That would certainly save you a lot of trouble trying to talk me out of going."

"It wouldn't work with you," he explained, "You're Tangorian, you've been to the island. Natural instinct would have you finding your way no matter how he tried to sabotage your navigation."

"So," she sighed, "We’re back to a stalemate. I'm going, Ares. She saved my life; I have to do the same for her if I can. You can't stop me."

"Can't I?" he hissed, reaching for her throat while simultaneously drawing the dagger at his side.

"What are you going to do?" she smiled, wryly, "Strike me down where I stand? Go ahead, Ares. It’s the only way you're going to win this one."

He glared at her, his nostrils flaring in anger as he held the blade to the soft skin at her neck. She waited, hiding her apprehension and forcing herself to maintain eye contact. "Go ahead," she whispered fiercely. "But then you'd better be ready to kill Tira, as well as our Queen. They both know of my plans. Have fun explaining Tira's death to Hercules." She felt the increased pressure at her neck, as his eyes filled with hate at the mention of his half-brother. She swallowed gingerly, feeling a trickle of blood run down her skin from the tip of his blade. "And while you're at it, you may want to explain to Zeus how a mortal came to know of the happenings in Tangoria. I don't imagine he'd be too pleased with the fact that you're airing Olympus' dirty laundry in public."

She waited, holding her breath as she saw the distaste flash through his eyes at her words. After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly withdrew the dagger, only breaking eye contact as he dropped his gaze to the trickle of blood on the blade. Raising his eyes to hers once again, he slowly wiped the tip of the dagger with his index finger and brought it to his lips, closing his eyes seductively, as he tasted her blood. She stood, transfixed by the strange ritual, even as he recaptured her gaze and used the same finger to trace the outline of her lips. She couldn't be sure whether it was his touch, or his words that were responsible for the slight shiver that coursed through her.

"You haven't won yet," he whispered throatily, "You'd just better pray to all the gods at your disposal that you're successful … for all our sakes."

She closed her eyes in silent relief, willing her knees to stop shaking, as he vanished.

By the time the sun was overhead the following day, they had reached the shipyard. After paying for their passage, Tira and Rhysa boarded in preparation for their departure to Crete. "Won't be long now," Tira commented, casually. Looking over at her friend, she added, "Any regrets? It's not too late to turn back."

"It is for me," she answered, remembering the previous night's conversation. "I'll understand if you want to wait in Crete. Things in Tangoria could be much worse than I'd thought."

"Is that what Ares told you last night?" she asked quietly, "And don't say you don't know what I'm talking about, I saw the mark on your throat. It was made with a knife of some sort and I know it wasn't something you did accidentally."

"No it wasn't," Rhysa concurred, sighing, "But at least I found out why he doesn't want us interfering in Tangorian affairs."

"What did he tell you?" she asked.

Tira listened intently while Rhysa repeated the details Ares had divulged the previous night.

"Do you think he's telling the truth?" she asked when her friend had finished.

"I think so," Rhysa frowned thoughtfully, "I've seen him angry many times, but last night was different. The temper was there, but it was tinged with something close to desperation." She turned to meet her friend's gaze; "It was the closest thing to fear that I've ever seen in his eyes."

"Does that worry you?" Tira asked, "I mean if it's enough to scare Ares, why are you doing it? Why take the chance?"

"Kaleysia saved my life," Rhysa smiled slightly, "If there's a chance we can save her, I have to take it."

"If you're that sure," Tira responded, "Then you can count me in for the duration."

"But what if what Ares says is true," Rhysa continued, "What if we fail and can't get back?"

"Somehow," Tira sighed, shrugging slightly, "If we fail, I don't think we'll have to worry about getting back."

Both pondered those words as the ship set sail.

By the time they docked in the Cretan harbor, both women were glad for the opportunity to stand on solid ground. "Never been much for boats," Rhysa mumbled, irritably.

Tira laughed, "You were born on a small island," she teased, "How can you not like boats?"

Rhysa shot her a sharp glance, "Very funny," she retorted, testing her balance gingerly. "Believe me, if there were another way to Tangoria, I'd be taking it."

"Well there's not," Tira laughed, adjusting the pack on her back, "Now where to?"

"We'll have to rent another boat," Rhysa sighed, looking around the dock, "And whatever you do, don't tell anyone where we're going."

"Consider my lips sealed," Tira grinned, noting the green tinge in her friend's skin. "Are you sure you're up to another boat ride right away?"

"I'll live," she answered shortly, "Let's just find a boat before I really do change my mind."

They found a man willing to lease them such a craft, and haggled only briefly over the fare. "Where ya heading to?" he asked gruffly.

"Just a tour around the island," Rhysa lied casually, "It's our first time in Crete."

"For an extra five dinars, I'll give you the grand tour," he smiled greedily.

"Thanks but no thanks," she answered curtly, "I'm sure we'll manage."

"Have it back by nightfall," he ordered, his tone changing in response to hers.

"Of course," Tira shrugged, knowing full well that they wouldn't be returning for some time, if at all. "You don't think we'd get caught on the sea at night do you? Two helpless females, all alone?" She flashed him her most innocent smile, though Rhysa noticed it never reached her eyes. Stifling a giggle, she watched the vendor frown in confusion. "Just have it back by nightfall," he repeated hurriedly.

They took turns rowing, Rhysa guiding their way easily despite the number of years since she'd been to her home. As they neared the shore, she heard Tira's gasp as she caught her first glimpse of the island. Turning, Rhysa followed her gaze and saw the reason for her friend's reaction. It was a huge palace, high on the tallest peak of Tangoria. In the sunlight, it seemed to glow a bright white. Even Rhysa was suitably impressed by the serene appearance from this distance.

"It's beautiful," Tira murmured, "I've never seen such a place."

"It was Asgar's," Rhysa explained, turning to continue her rowing, "It's magnificence is surpassed only by the ruthlessness of the crimes committed within those sparkling walls."

"Well maybe things are different now," Tira remarked, "It doesn't seem right that something so majestic should house such atrocities."

Rhysa maintained a grim silence, memories of the palace coming unbidden to mind the nearer they got to their destination.

From where they tied the boat, they had a short climb up a steep, craggy cliff. Both made it effortlessly, only to be accosted at the top by a group of soldiers.

"Who are you?" the leader demanded, "And what reason do you have for trespassing on our land?"

Rhysa bowed slightly, "Forgive us the intrusion," she spoke calmly, "I am Tangorian. I was sold as a slave long ago. I return now with information of great importance to all of Tangoria." From the corner of her eye, she saw Tira's sharp glance at her words, but pretended not to notice.

The man seemed to be weighing her explanation carefully, looking from one to the other in turn. He frowned as he studied Rhysa more closely. "If you are the one Kaleysia has spoken of, then this is your homeland," he stated simply, "She will be the one to determine the truth of your words." Without another word, he turned and headed for the palace in the distance, leaving his guards to usher the women along the worn path.

"A slave?" Tira whispered, once they had begun the walk.

"Not really," Rhysa answered quietly, "It was just the easiest explanation for my departure."

They walked a while in silence before Tira spoke again, "It sounds as though they were expecting you," she whispered.

"Like I said, Kaleysia has a gift of great insight," she answered, "I'm fairly certain I won't be able to offer any information she doesn't already have, but again, I wasn't about to tell him I was here to help her. He could have been one of Tokmar's men for all I know."

Tira nodded in understanding but said nothing as they continued the rest of their journey in silence. Upon reaching the palace, the leader turned to them. "You will wait until Kaleysia can see you," he ordered, "Latka will show you the way. I'll tell m'lady of your arrival." Again, he left abruptly, leaving no room for argument even if they'd had any.

Latka ushered them into a large hall at the front of the magnificent structure. Tira looked around in wonder, taking in the lavish décor and the appearance of the people inside. All of the women wore white; long flowing gowns all tied with a braid of gold at the bodice. "They're all wearing the same clothing," she pointed out curiously.

Rhysa nodded, "There are no class distinctions among the commoners," she explained, "If you're not among the aristocracy, you wear what everyone else wears."

"How terribly boring," Tira remarked, then, shrugging, she added, "Mind you, it would cut down on the wondering what to wear to a banquet, I guess."

Rhysa smiled as they continued to follow Latka down a long corridor. He stopped beside a door and gestured for them to enter. Upon doing so, Tira let out another gasp. A large tapestry hung on the far wall, the portrait of a young, beautiful woman. She gazed at it in stunned silence for a moment, taking in not the artistry, but rather the image depicted therein. She looked from the portrait, to Rhysa and then back again. "It's unbelievable," she breathed, "The eyes are blue, the hair is blonde, but … other than that, she looks just like you."

Rhysa smiled sadly, "That would be Kaleysia," she murmured quietly.

Tira walked closer to study the image, "The resemblance is remarkable," she exclaimed in awe.

"There's a good reason for that," her friend commented, hesitating only briefly, "She's my daughter."

Tira was waiting in stunned silence for an explanation when her attention was diverted by a commotion at the entrance to the room. She turned to see a young woman, the same one in the tapestry, issuing orders to her guards. She wore the same dress that Tira had noticed on the others, but Kaleysia's was cut short, above the knee, and fastened at the waist with a gold belt. She wore brown leather boots inlaid with the same gold pattern as the belt, and gold bands at her wrists. Once the soldiers had been dispatched, the woman turned toward them. "Welcome to Tangoria," she stated, her face devoid of expression. "Moslar tells me you have news of importance to my people."

"Kaleysia," Rhysa bowed slightly, noting that Tira had followed her example. "I wish the news was good. I'm afraid I have reason to believe that you are in danger. Tokmar plans an attack even as we speak. He's been gathering an army to fight against you."

"Tokmar has long wanted control," Kaleysia agreed, "We are prepared to deal with his imminent attempts to revolt." She was studying Rhysa carefully, though her expression never changed. "Why do you come back to Tangoria to tell me this?"

"I have no desire to see Tangoria return to the ways of Asgar," she explained, "I believe you are the better ruler. We've come to offer our services, m'lady. We would be most pleased if you'd allow us to serve in your army."

Kaleysia studied the two women, taking in the weapons they wore as well as their strange garb. "There are no females in my army," she pointed out, "What land do you come from where women have to fight?"

"We are Amazon," Tira explained, "Our home is in Greece."

Their hostess was silent for a moment, allowing a small frown to furrow her brow. "I have heard stories of a tribe of women warriors," she admitted, "Murderers and thieves."

Rhysa noticed Tira tense at the words and quickly tried to diffuse the situation, "Begging your pardon," she intervened, "Our tribe is a noble one, fighting against the greed of warlords in our land. We are no more murderers and thieves than you are."

She held her breath, not sure if she'd overstepped her bounds.

Kaleysia continued to watch them as she called for a guard. "Take them to the guest quarters," she instructed. Directing her next comment at the two visitors, she added, "I have matters that need my immediate attention. I will return with a decision as to what to do with you." With that, she was gone, leaving Tira and Rhysa to follow the guard.

"Great," Tira mumbled, "More waiting."

"She's simply being cautious," Rhysa defended, "She's never seen an Amazon before. All she knows are stories she's heard. I can't blame her for being slightly skeptical, can you?"

"I guess not," Tira sighed, "But let's hope we get out of here in time to do any good. We didn't come all this way to stay in the 'guest quarters' while Tangoria falls all around us."

They were ushered into a large room, lavishly decorated, and furnished with chairs like Tira had never seen. Gingerly testing one, she smiled up at Rhysa. "This is quite comfortable," she said, patting the thick cushioning with one hand. "I could get used to this."

"Don't," Rhysa laughed lightly, "We're not here to stay in the 'guest quarters', remember?"

Tira leaned back, watching her friend for a moment before speaking. "Not exactly the reunion I'd expect between mother and daughter," she commented.

"She's never known me as her mother," Rhysa explained sadly, her eyes downcast. "I left Tangoria when she was a child. Even before that, Asgar always made it a point to keep her from me."

"He sounds like a real sweetheart, " Tira quipped grimly, "We seem to have some time to kill if you're willing to talk about it."

"Where do I start?" Rhysa shrugged, lowering herself into another chair. "After my family was murdered, Asgar had me brought to his palace to serve him. At first I merely took care of the cleaning and such, but it didn't take him long to decide there were other services he felt me better suited to."

Tira gleaned the meaning from her tone of voice, but said nothing, not wanting to interrupt for fear she wouldn't continue.

"It was one of the most humiliating times of my life," she went on, her voice a monotone. "He kept me by his side at all times, never missing an opportunity to let someone know exactly what my duties were. Once, when I was 17, I tried to escape the palace. It was a foolish attempt at best, but at the time I would have preferred death to my current situation and Asgar knew it. When I was brought back, he punished me for my actions." Her voice trailed off as she remembered the past, her eyes filling with pain. "It's amazing how much pain a body can endure without the sweet release of death," she continued quietly. "I was chained to a large wheel in the dungeon for what seemed like an eternity. Every day I was whipped just shy of losing consciousness," She glanced at her friend, "It wouldn't do to have me pass out and miss all the fun," she spat cynically. "Then," she sighed, standing to pace in agitation; "He'd pour wine into my wounds, not for the pain aspect, you understand," she smiled grimly, "But to guard against infection. Every day I hung there, pleading silently for death, and every night he came to me, first beating me and then releasing me from the chains only long enough to take what little dignity I had left."

"Bastard," Tira breathed angrily.

"That wasn't the worst part," Rhysa took a deep breath, "As evil as Asgar was, that's how gentle and caring was his brother, Lagmar." She smiled sadly, "I think I fell in love with him the first time we met. He was always kind to me, even after Asgar had taken me as his personal servant. He looked out for me whenever he could, bringing me food whenever Asgar locked me in my room for some imagined offense. Lagmar was a good man."

"Did he love you?" Tira asked quietly.

"He did," Rhysa replied, "We stole moments together whenever we could. They were few and far between, but when I was with him, it was as though nothing else mattered. It was Lagmar who'd arranged for my escape from Asgar. Unfortunately, he didn't know even then who could be trusted in the palace. He felt terrible regret at my capture and promised that he would convince Asgar to punish him instead of me. Of course, I begged him not to, but he wouldn't listen. Naturally, he punished us both. I could often hear Lagmar's screams from my own cell. I could only imagine the cruelty he suffered."

"That's terrible," Tira offered sympathetically. "Is that how Lagmar died?"

Rhysa closed her eyes; "They brought him to my cell one day. Asgar claimed to feel remorse at what he'd done and promised we could be together. He released me from my chains and allowed me to go to him. I did, not once thinking we'd ever get out of that cell alive and wanting to spend my last moments in the arms of the man I loved. It was then that I realized his tongue had been cut out. He stared at me with pleading eyes, willing me to understand all he could never again say. I turned to Asgar and vowed to kill him one day for all he'd done."

Tira swallowed hard, not knowing what she could possibly say in the face of such horrid memories.

Rhysa continued, no longer seeming to be aware of her friend in the room. "He laughed at me, saying that he'd have to at least give me a good reason for wanting him dead. He ordered Lagmar restrained and forced him to watch while Asgar violated me in ways that I could never have imagined. When he finished with me, I crouched, retching, in the middle of the room. Calmly, he grabbed me by the hair and raised my head so that I could see Lagmar's face while one of his guards cut out his heart. The silent scream in his eyes was worse than anything I'll ever hear with my ears."

"Rhysa…" Tira breathed, shock and horror in her eyes.

"It was shortly thereafter he discovered I was with child," Rhysa continued, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I was released from the cell and kept prisoner in my room until the birth." She smiled sadly, "I caught a glimpse of her as they whisked her away. Even then, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen." Her eyes hardened as she remembered the events following. "Once Kaleysia was born, Asgar…" She closed her eyes against the painful memories. "… Saw to it that it would be impossible for me to have more children. No child of his would have any bastard half-brother or sister, unless they were of his blood. One month later, Tokmar was born. It seems Asgar had taken another personal servant to fill in during my time in the dungeon. But, according to Tangorian law, Kaleysia was sole heir to her father's legacy. Only upon her death would Tokmar gain control." Rhysa shook her head slightly and turned to face her friend with a wan smile. "I'm sorry," she murmured quietly, "I guess I got a little carried away. I'm sure you didn't need all the sordid details."

"That's a lot of pain to carry inside," Tira soothed gently, crossing the floor to stand beside her friend. "It's good for you to get it out." She took Rhysa's hand and squeezed it gently, "We won't let Tokmar win," she whispered vehemently, "I promise you that."

Rhysa forced a smile, "I hope you're right," she sighed.

"So," Tira urged gently, "Tell me of Asgar's death and how you came to leave Tangoria."

"I didn't dare leave at first," she continued her story, "I wasn't about to leave my daughter alone in the hands of that monster. My only sense of comfort came from having known the woman he'd chosen to care for her, Allandra. She was another from my own village and often came by to give me reports on the girl's development. She ended up marrying an advisor to Asgar, a man who had been a good friend of Lagmar. Together they promised me that Kaleysia would learn the proper way to rule her people, despite Asgar's influence. Once I felt assured that they would protect her, I made my move. Allandra helped me to form my plan and one night, I went to his room while he slept and slit his throat." She glanced at the Amazon before her; "I had to ensure that he wouldn't be able to impose his ways on my daughter."

"I understand," Tira whispered, smiling slightly. "Go on."

"I had to leave Tangoria then," she sighed, "It was something I'd had to plan on as soon as I knew I would kill him. Tangorian law doesn't deal in justice and my motives would have meant nothing. I would have been executed as a murderess and Kaleysia would have been quick to follow."

"Kaleysia?" Tira frowned, "Why?"

"Asgar believed that children inherited the iniquities of their parents. If a person was executed for whatever reason, his or her children too were put to death. After all, how could the child of a murderer ever hope to be anything more than a criminal himself?"

"That's barbaric," Tira exclaimed quietly.

"Yes it is," Rhysa agreed, "But it was the law of the land. Kaleysia was still too young to make such changes in policy, so the rules had to stand as they were. And believe me, there were many who would have seen to it they were carried out."

"So you left in order to save your daughter."

Rhysa nodded, "I would have gladly taken credit for his death and given my life if I had to, but I couldn't give hers as well. She was the chance Tangoria needed to live in peace."

"Still," Tira frowned, "Didn't your disappearance give them a clue as to who had killed Asgar?"

"Allandra and Saldar carried out their plan well," Rhysa explained, "As far as anyone was concerned, I had been killed along with Asgar, therefore, I was never suspected in his death. I hid out for a time, just to be sure Kaleysia wouldn't suffer for my actions, then I left, never to return again. One of Asgar's evil generals was credited with the murders and executed. It wasn't as though he were entirely innocent; he was the same man who killed my mother."

The opening of the door caught their attention as a guard entered the room, ushering yet another visitor inside. Tira and Rhysa looked at each other in amazement before turning back to the newest addition to the room. Only when the guard had left and closed the door, did Rhysa dare speak his name. "Ares," she breathed, her surprise still evident in her voice.

"Were you expecting someone else?" he shrugged, brows arched.

"What in the name of Hades are you doing here?" she hissed, anger having replaced her initial surprise.

He was about to answer when the door opened once again and Kaleysia stepped inside. She strode toward Rhysa, her gaze steady and hard. "You spoke nothing of this man being part of your party," she accused, "How many others are coming?"

She glanced at Ares before looking back to their host. "No one else," she answered quickly, searching her mind for a plausible explanation.

Tira came to her aid quickly. "He fell out of the boat en route to the island. We failed to find him and assumed he was lost to us. " She glared at Ares as she made an introduction, "His name is Agmar, he's here to help."

Kaleysia studied the trio skeptically, "I will return momentarily." She turned and left the room, leaving both Tira and Rhysa to sigh in relief.

"Fell out of the boat?" he snarled, "Is that the best you could do?"

"I'm sorry," Tira snapped, "I guess I should have said, 'Pay no attention to him, he's Ares of Olympus and is just here to make sure things go his way.' Would that have been more to your liking?"

He glowered at her but let the remark pass, looking around the room in appreciation. "Nice place," he surmised, "Someone has good taste."

"Why are you here, Ares?" Tira questioned, "You made it clear you thought us fools for interfering."

"But you did interfere," he sneered, "And I couldn't very well stand by and allow the future of Olympus to be decided by two pathetic mortals, now could I?"

Tira came to stand directly in front of him, a sardonic smile lighting her face, "Unless I miss my guess," she taunted, "You are without your powers here. I'd watch what I say if I were you. You may just end up relying on these two pathetic mortals to save your life."

He merely rolled his eyes indifferently, "Let's just wait and see which of us is still standing at the end of all this," he smiled wryly. Turning to Rhysa, he crossed the floor to stand before her. "So," he crossed his arms over his chest, "Did you tell her? Does she know who you are? How I hate missing the first few minutes; spoils the whole show."

"She's not aware that I'm her mother, if that's what you mean," Rhysa glared at him.

"Awww," he pouted mockingly, "That's too bad, I was hoping for a real touching moment there. You know how much of a family man I am."

"Stop it, Ares," Tira directed angrily, "If we're going to work together, this isn't going to help matters."

"I wouldn't be here at all if you'd both listened to me in the first place. Now that you're here, anyone from Tangoria will be able to come and go as they please, including Tokmar."

"So have Zeus seal the place off again," Tira shrugged, "Surely that's within your power, being the great god of war and all."

Rhysa watched the exchange with little interest until he turned toward her friend, eyes blazing angrily. "Careful, Ares," she reminded him, "You'll blow your cover."

He was about to snap an angry response when Kaleysia entered the room, her face slightly flushed, her eyes hard and decisive. "There is no time for discussion," she pointed out sharply, "Tokmar is planning his offense from the north as we speak. I have an army ready for him, as well as troops in the south who have been summoned. If Tokmar attacks before they arrive, I'm going to need all the help I can get. If you're truly interesting in joining my army, then we must move quickly." She waved impatiently at a guard. "You have your weapons, Latka will see that you're fitted with armor."

"Armor?" Ares sneered, "I don't need armor, I'm a…" he stopped as Tira elbowed him sharply in the ribs. "Armor might be a good idea after all," he finished, sulking.

Kaleysia dismissed his actions altogether, "You two," she nodded at Ares and Tira, "Go with Latka." Turning her attention to Rhysa, she continued, her voice slightly sharper. "You, come with me."

Rhysa glanced at her friend who could only offer a small shrug in the way of encouragement. Following their hostess out of the room, she wondered about their destination. "Where are we going?" she asked warily.

"There is someone I think you should meet," Kaleysia explained simply, "Someone who thinks they may know you."

Rhysa felt a cold in the pit of her stomach as she thought about the possibilities. Had someone recognized her? Did someone know the details of Asgar's death? Did she come all this way just to be executed for a crime committed so many years ago? Her questions were answered as Kaleysia ushered her into another large room. Rhysa felt a pang of recognition as she noticed a woman standing by the window, her back to them.

"Allandra?" she breathed, causing the woman to turn in their direction.

"Rhysa," she beamed, hurrying to greet her long lost friend. "I never thought we'd see you again."

"Then it's true," Kaleysia interjected, raising her chin slightly. "You are Rhysa… my mother."

Rhysa looked at Allandra uncertainly before turning to face her daughter. "Yes," she answered quietly, "It's true."

Kaleysia didn't speak for a moment as she held the gaze of the mother she'd never known.

"Kaleysia," Rhysa began uncertainly, "I know what you must think, but…"

"Stop," the younger woman commanded, "Allandra and Saldar raised me well. They explained your situation to me when I was still quite young." She hesitated briefly, "I know you were the one who killed my father."

"Yes," Rhysa admitted without hesitation, "And I'm willing to deal with whatever punishment you see fit."

Kaleysia seemed to ponder the statement for a moment, walking slowly across the room to stand beside Allandra. Taking the woman's hands in her own, she smiled slightly for the first time since Rhysa's arrival. "Allandra and Saldar taught me the importance of ruling with a gentle hand," she spoke softly. She kissed the cheek of the woman who'd raised her before turning to face her mother. "I know what kind of man my father was and you'll be glad to know that many things have changed since you left. Tangorian law now calls for the punishment to fit the crime." She smiled sadly, "I think we've all suffered enough." She reached out her hand and Rhysa took it gently in her own, "I know the sacrifices you made," Kaleysia assured her, "And I know you made them so that I could have a chance to make a difference. I'm grateful for that, and for the fact that you would risk persecution to come back here." She squeezed her mother's hand gently, "Welcome home," she whispered.

Rhysa blinked back the tears as she smiled at her only child. "I'm so proud of you," she whispered.

Kaleysia cleared her throat, "Unfortunately, the reunion will have to wait. I'm expected on the battlefield, but…" she frowned teasingly, a twinkle in her eye. "After the victory celebration, I want to hear all about the Amazons."

"Agreed," Rhysa beamed. She reached out to squeeze Allandra's shoulder. "Thank you," she smiled.

"Thank me later," Allandra laughed lightly, "Right now you have a battle to fight."

They left the room together, Allandra to care for her ailing husband, and the others to ready themselves for the upcoming fight, stopping only long enough to don their armor. Once they reached the area where Kaleysia's army waited, the gentle young woman was transformed into a masterful tactician. Quickly, she issued orders in a clear concise manner, not once doubting that they'd be carried out. It was with tremendous pride that Rhysa watched her daughter in action.

"You look pretty happy," Tira approached, a knowing smile on her face.

Rhysa smiled back in agreement while she listened to the orders Kaleysia was giving. If Tokmar's men made it past the first line of defense, they would be ready for them. As though in response, a battle cry riveted their attention as a surprisingly small number of soldiers crested the ridge surrounding the palace. There was no time for further discussion as they each set about in defense of the palace, Kaleysia taking the role of soldier now instead of commander.

Rhysa was immediately engaged in a lively battle with one of their enemies, but she managed to steal a glance in the direction of her daughter. Kaleysia fought as well as any amazon, her agility equaled only by her strength and focus. Knowing she couldn't afford the luxury of worrying about her at the moment, she turned her attention back to the men advancing on her. After dispatching of the two attackers, she turned toward the thicker part of the battle, her sweeping gaze taking in Tira as she defended herself against a handful of soldiers, and Ares as he parried playfully with one of their opponents. "This is no time for fun, Ares," she called as she ducked a swinging sword and brought the offender to his knees with a deft kick to the thigh.

"What could possibly be more fun," he retorted, glancing in her direction. The smug smile vanished as he saw an attacker coming at her from behind even as she plunged her sword into the chest of the man if front of her. "Rhysa!"

She jumped out of the way, but not in time to miss the blow completely. Blood spewed from her side as the enemy sword sliced through her flesh. Diving to the ground, she brought one leg around and took his own out from under him, coming to her knees and plunging her sword through his heart before he had a chance to react.

He was at her side instantly, a hand on her arm as he helped her to her feet. "I'm OK," she gasped, trying to staunch the flow of blood from her wound. Quickly, he tore a band of cloth from her skirt and packed it tight, causing her to groan angrily in pain. "Watch it," she glared at him.

He ignored her outburst, removing his belt to wrap it around her waist and cinching it tight to hold the makeshift bandage in place. She called a warning to him as she saw a soldier preparing to attack and he turned quickly, grabbing his sword and running him through without a second thought.

"Even without your powers, you're not half bad," she smiled wryly.

"I'll remember you said that," he muttered, wiping his blade on the fallen man's tunic. They both turned as they heard Tira call to them and noticed with dismay that the ridge was being overrun with an increasing number of warriors.

"That's a lot of men for such a small island," Rhysa murmured grimly. She didn't wait for a response as she hurried to help Tira fend off the advancing troops. As they fought side by side, Rhysa realized how grateful she was that her friend had insisted on coming.

Tira used the short sword as though it was an extension of her own limbs, cutting down one after the other of their attackers. One managed a nasty slice on her upper arm and she cursed, glancing at the blood oozing from the wound before turning her hateful gaze in his direction. "That wasn't very nice," she growled, watching as his eyes widened in surprise. She took advantage of his momentary uncertainty and slashed at his throat with her sword, watching without expression as he sank to his knees, his hands desperately trying to stem his own blood as it pumped from his body. She turned indifferently, busying herself with the next in line to feel the touch of her blade. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a warrior approaching Ares from behind and was about to call out a warning when she saw him turn, already alerted to the danger.

The god of war turned quickly as he heard a voice at his back. "I see my sister has recruited others to fight her battles," the man smiled cruelly, his sword poised to strike.

"Tokmar, I presume," Ares smiled back, his fingers flexing as he gripped his own weapon.

"At your service," the other man tipped his sword slightly, "And you would be from? Crete? Greece?"

"You might say that," Ares sneered, "Two places you'll never see in this lifetime."

"Don't be so sure," Tokmar began to slowly twirl his sword impressively. "I think I have a lot I could teach your people."

"Is that a fact," Ares smiled wickedly, "Just what would you teach us, Tokmar? That the gods can be mocked and disregarded?"

He sneered in response, twirling his sword more quickly in an attempt at intimidation; "Your gods are nothing but figments of pathetic imaginations. You'd be better of without them."

"Really?" Ares frowned, watching his opponent's expression change as he began to wield his own weapon masterfully.

"Really," Tokmar replied, uncertainty clouding his eyes slightly. "Before this day is through, I'll be well on my way to conquering Crete, and then Greece, and do you know something?" he smiled sardonically.

"What?" Ares raised his brows, readying his weapon.

"There's not a thing you or any of your moronic gods can do about it." He made his move, swinging the sword at his opponents neck with great agility, but the god of war was ready for him, ducking and striking with his own weapon. The battle was lively, each of them able to fend off the other's moves initially, but Tokmar was no match for the experience of the god, even without his powers.

In one deft move, Ares disarmed him and plunged the sword into his gut, twisting the blade ruthlessly even before he began to fall. Kneeling by the dying man's side, he sneered, "That last comment was a little too personal for my liking." Unceremoniously pulling the sword from his enemy's body, he turned toward the sound of more battle cries. More of Kaleysia's army was arriving, no doubt the ones expected from the south. The enemies were now sorely outnumbered and he realized for the first time that victory was theirs for the taking. His jubilation was short lived as he noticed Kaleysia fall, a sword embedded in her back.

He glanced quickly around. "Tira," he shouted, getting her attention as she finished with the last of the attackers she'd been dealing with. He gestured toward the body of their leader. "Where's Rhysa?"

Tira looked around quickly. The reinforcements were making short order of the enemies and she allowed herself time to scour the littered battlefield for her friend. "I don't know," she called back, "Find her. I'll tend to Kaleysia."

Seeing a familiar figure, he turned to notify Tira, only to see her bowing her head in respect and closing the lifeless eyes of their fallen hostess. Instead of calling out to her, he made his way quickly to the body of the other Amazon.

He knelt beside her still form, taking note of her injuries while searching for any indication that she was still alive. Momentarily he was rewarded with a slight fluttering of her lashes as she opened her eyes. "Ares," she breathed, her face contorting briefly in pain. "Did we succeed?"

He swallowed hard, frowning at the unfamiliar lump in his throat, "We did," he replied, "Tokmar is dead, he'll no longer be a threat to Tangoria."

"That's good," she whispered, "Kaleysia?"

He paused for a moment, "She's gone," he answered quietly, seeing a single tear escape her closed lashes and reaching to brush it away without a word.

She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, a sad smile kissing her lips, "I'm so proud of her," she whispered.

"You should be," he returned the smile, "She's a lot like you." The smile faded as he watched her expression turn to one of pain as she gasped.

"Promise me something," she rasped, her features still etched with suffering.

"Anything," he whispered.

"I want you to take me home," she gritted her teeth against the pain, "A proper Amazon ceremony."

"I promise," he raised her hand to his lips, closing his eyes as he felt the life slip from her. Tira's approach brought him to his feet.

"She'd dead," he said simply. "I trust you'll escort her body to the Amazons. She wished for a proper ceremony."

"I'll take her body," Tira answered sadly. She looked from the still form of her friend to meet his gaze. "But you'll have to accompany me. She was Amazon and you were the only one with her when she died. You'll harbor her soul until it's ritualistic release."

"Surely you…" he began to argue.

"No," she said quietly, "I can't. All that made her what she was is within you now. If you refuse to perform this small act, she'll never gain the freedom of death that we all deserve."

He searched within himself and found a small pocket unfamiliar to him. He delved into its depths, struggling to ascertain its origin and meaning. Only when he allowed himself to realize that it was true peace did he understand the full meaning of her words. Without speaking, he gathered the lifeless body into his arms and headed for the boat.

Rhysa remembered nothing of the return to Greece. Her most vivid memory since the battle was when she'd awakened, eliciting gasps of surprise from her Amazon sisters who were in the process of preparing her body for the funeral pyre. She could offer no explanations, as she herself wasn't sure what had transpired. Later, she sat on the bank of the river, going over the events of the last few days in her mind. A deep voice brought a slight smile to her face, though she didn't turn to face him right away.

"Glad to be home?" he asked casually, his tone indifferent.

She rose to her feet, looking out at the water for a moment before turning. "Why, Ares?" she asked simply.

"Hey," he shrugged, "Just a simple question meant to be civil. Didn't realize you'd take offense."

"You know what I mean," she interrupted, "Why am I here?"

"Ahh," he chewed his lip thoughtfully, "You mean why here instead of the Elysian Fields."

She nodded, waiting for a reply. "Was it your doing?"

"Me?" he feigned indignation, "No, not me. Consider it a gift of gratitude from Zeus."

"Zeus?" she frowned.

"Once Tira explained everything, Hercules petitioned Zeus for your return, citing how the two of you had saved Olympus from some rather messy business."

"Ahh," she nodded, "Tell Zeus I appreciate the gesture."

He stared at her in silence for a moment, "You weren't entirely truthful with me," he spoke evenly.

"How so?" she frowned, not sure what he was getting at.

"When you said you'd never suffered the consequences of your actions in Tangoria," he answered, watching her expression. "I was with you when you died, and according to some strange Amazon lore, I was bestowed unwillingly with your soul until such time as it would be claimed by Hades."

"How terrible that must have been for you," she frowned in mock dismay. "What's your point?"

"For a moment I was able to feel all that you've felt. I experienced the dismay and regret at all that had happened and the strength of character it took for you to return. Though it was thankfully short-lived, I'm sure it’s a sensation I'll not soon forget." He stepped closer, brushing a stray hair from her face, "Mortals suffer consequences like a god never could," he whispered quietly.

She allowed him to kiss her, a long lingering kiss that would change forever the way she regarded his unfeeling nature. Instead of contempt, she now felt only grief for what he would never experience. As he pulled his lips from hers, she looked into his eyes. "I'll never forget what you've done," she smiled. "For both me and Kaleysia, despite the reasons you proclaim."

He frowned, "That sounds like good bye."

"It is," she answered softly, "At least for now."

"Mind if I look in on you from time to time," he asked, adding hurriedly, "Just to make sure you're not plotting some evil plan to overthrow Olympus."

She laughed lightly, "Could I stop you?" She smiled as he took his leave, kissing her hand lightly as he disappeared in a shower of soft light.

Turning back to the river, she sat and removed her boots, leaning back and letting the water lap at her bare toes. Thoughts of Kaleysia came instantly to mind as they had since returning from Tangoria. Did she enjoy the feel of the water on her skin as Rhysa did? Did she ever take the time to appreciate the beauty of nature? She sighed, wishing regrettably that she'd had the opportunity to know her daughter. For a long time she sat there, at one with the grass beneath her and the sky overhead. A fragile voice broke through her thoughts and she turned, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"A thousand pardons, miss," an elderly man ventured nervously, "Would you be of the Amazon tribe?"

She rose to her feet, taking a few steps toward the frail man, "I am," she answered. "Who are you?"

"My name is Anthropes," he answered, his eyes nervously flitting around him as though expecting to be attacked at any moment. "I was hoping I could have a word."

She smiled kindly, trying to put him at ease, "Speak freely," she urged, "What can I do for you?"

He hesitated, lowering his gaze to the ground, "I come from a village not far from here," he began, "There I lived with my daughter and her husband. She spoke highly of the amazons."

"Go on," she urged gently, when he looked as though he wasn't able to continue.

"My daughter's husband was killed in battle not long ago, leaving her with child." He paused and she could see tears welling in his eyes, despite his attempt to hide them. "Alas, my poor Allista also was taken from me while giving birth."

"I'm sorry," Rhysa offered, almost able to feel his pain. "How can I help?"

He took a bundle from the basket he carried. "This is her child, a beautiful baby girl. I fear my own days are numbered and worry that there will be no one to care for her. I was on my way to the orphanage with her, when suddenly this thought occurred to me from nowhere." He paused, unsure as to how to continue, "Can't explain it exactly, but I was overwhelmed with the urge to bring her here, hoping that perhaps she could be adopted into your tribe." He hurried to add, "I'm sure it would have made my daughter very proud."

Rhysa walked slowly toward him, taking the baby gently from his arms. She smiled into the peaceful face of the infant before raising her eyes to meet his. "Does she have a name?" she asked.

He shook his head slightly, "Allista never had the opportunity to name her," he smiled sadly, touching the babies cheek as she slept in the Amazon's arms. "Will you do it? Accept her as one of your own and ensure her a good life?"

Rhysa smiled again at the baby, tears springing to her own eyes. "I'll accept her," she whispered quietly. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she added, "But you should have a hand in her name. She is of your blood."

A sudden breeze rustled the trees and seemed to speak to him, a soft whisper like the wings of a dove in flight. He smiled as though listening.

"Kaleysia," he answered quietly, the name rolling off his tongue. He noticed the tears on her cheeks and immediately frowned in concern. "If that's not suitable, feel free to choose another."

Rhysa shook her head, unable to speak for a moment. Though she knew the baby was not of her body, she was sure that somewhere her real daughter was approving the choice of name and smiling her blessing on them. "It's beautiful," she finally smiled, the tears flowing freely.

The old man kissed his granddaughter on the forehead, "Good bye, Kaleysia," he smiled, "May the gods bless you always." Glancing up at Rhysa, he nodded his appreciation, "May the gods bless all of you."

She watched as he walked away, his frail legs carrying him slowly from the banks of the river. As the baby stirred, she cradled her to her breast, gathering up the basket he had left. She was filled with a sense of peace and purpose she thought was long gone from her life. After placing the infant in the basket, she sat to put on her boots. Gathering up her new charge, she paused to glance skyward. "Thank you," she whispered, uncertainly.

He watched from behind a cloak of invisibility as she made her way back to camp, remembering the times they'd spent together on the banks of this very river. "Sometimes, my dear Rhysa," he whispered, "The consequences are worth the suffering."

THE END