Title and Chapter Number: Whispered on the Wind 1/1 Vignette
Fandom: Xena/Ares' Temple
Disclaimer: Xena, Ares, and other Herc/Xenaverse Characters are owned by their respective creators and they retain all rights. Priestesses own themselves. Fireheart and other OC's are owned by me.
Special Warning: None
Cast: Ares, Oma De Salla
Spoiler: Not really, since this never happened
Summary: Ares gets a hint that he may not be the Alpha and the Omega.
Ares surveyed the valley from a high hilltop. The perfect place for his army to defeat the rebels, spring at them from the hills as they passed. No escape.
He raised his eyes to the horizon. Far off clouds. No threat. The day would continue bright, the rebels would have to march into the afternoon sun.
The setting couldn't be better.
Please with himself, Ares threw back his head and laughed with anticipated pleasure in the coming battle. Perhaps he would even lead the charge himself.
With a wide grin he returned his gaze to the future site of his victory. His vision blurred then sharpened to a view of the coming battle. He could see sparks of reflected sunlight off of swords and helmets; Hear hoof beats and the cries of men; Smell sweat and blood; Taste excitement and fear; Feel the sun on the back of his neck blinding his opponent, the thrum of his sword as he thrust and parried. Ares closed his eyes, exalting in the vision.
The wind stirred his hair. He opened his eyes and looked to the sky. If the storm had changed directions, all of his plans would be ruined!
The sky was clear and bright. He returned his attention to the valley, expecting to see the future site of his victory.
His sight blurred again, but this time the vision was different.
Where there had been a battle, he saw only a peaceful meadow, tall grass rippled like an ocean in the breeze; Heard the songs of birds and the soft babble of a brook over rocks; Smelled the leaves, the moss, the sap, the trees of the forest; Tasted the sweet berries that grew near the stream; Felt the sun on his face.
A buck cautiously emerged from the wood and waded through the tall grass to the water and finally lowered his head to drink. Convinced there was nothing threatening in the field, it turned its head back towards the trees, and a doe and fawn followed. As they drank, the buck raised his head, and looked directly into Ares' eyes.
Reflected in the bucks eyes Ares saw the sky, the meadow, the hills, the trees, green places, deep dark forests; he ran like the wind and slept in a glade.
The buck decided Ares was no threat and returned to his drink.
Ares closed his eyes, his head spun. When he opened them again the meadow was far off and still. He shook his head disoriented, bewildered. He turned from the valley and descended the high hill forever.