The Trials Of Ares

Chapter 3

The next morning, I met their father.

His name was Andrew Henderson, and he was a historian who worked at the local museum.

He allowed me to stay with them while I worked to return to Olympus.

'Right, since we're going to this camp place for demigods next week, I wanted you two to meet my girlfriend before we go' Matthias said to me and Esme over brunch.

'What's her name?' I asked.

'Saskia Dunmund, but her nickname is Khaleesi' He replied.

'Nice, when will we meet her?' I asked another question to avoid the bad vibes I was getting off this topic. Or more specifically this "Saskia"

'When we're finished eating, we can go down town and meet up with her at the  shop' Matthias continued.

'What kinda shit does she like?' Esme says Esme-ly.

'Well, she likes people buying stuff for her, and being pampered, and complements, and-' He rambled on while me and Esme shared a look.

She sounded like a narcissistic, gold- digging bitch.

'Oh! It's time, the train will be here in ten!' He quickly jumped from his seat and grabbed his coat.

Esme and I sighed in unison as we followed him out the door.

Time to meet the girl.

It was a short train ride, and the first I'd ever been on.

I liked it. Very much.

But soon we arrived outside of the shop Matthias was talking about.

Saskia turned out to be this skinny girl with bleach blonde hair and a full face of make up, dressed in a white crop top and denim shorts.

The moment she saw Matthias she began to scold him for being 23 seconds late.

He started apologising over and over, but she kept interrupting him with more complaints.

That's when I stepped in.

'Oi! Don't you dare speak to him like that!' I snarled.

'Oh? And what are you going to do about it?' She sneered and strutted away.

That's when I messed up.

I lunged at her. Knocking her straight to the ground. I was reminded of Enyo, my twin sister. And with with final thought, I was swept into a memory.

We were practicing for an upcoming event. Mother sat elegantly at the loveseat, reapplying her nail varnish.
I lunged at Enyo, and we both flew to the floor. 'Children! Behave!' Mother chided.
I had ignored her. Continuing to wrestle my sister. Then the memory cut.

'Get off of me you heavy fucking freak!' Saskia screeched uncharmingly. Not like she had been charming at all to begin with.

Soon, Esme and Matthias were dragging me back onto the train.

'Shouldn't have done that' Matthias continously muttered under his breath.

A dense of guilt settled in my gut. No! I was the almighty god of war! I don't feel guilt! Or regret, or anything except rage!

That's what I had spent years trying to make people believe.

But why couldn't I get myself to believe the lies?