Soul Healer

Chapter 13 - Memories Past

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"There will be NO MORE FIGHTING", Ares roars. He has had enough excitement to last a lifetime. He does not care to know what Dual you are both talking about. It is not going to happen. A man can only endure so much before he snaps. You may both find it highly entertaining to have a sparing match, but taking down 15 warriors alone is more than enough sparing for one day.

Turning to face him, both you and Alexandros stare at him with raised brows.

"No more! Pequena mágoa you will be the end of me. Please no more fighting for today", he begs with agony. "If you must have a sparing match with Alexandros, please not now. Not today." Desperate he looks at you, and walks closer. Placing his hand on your cheek, he stares at you with a pained expression in his eyes.

It is obvious Ares is very close to going full out alpha. The time has come to tell him your story, you think. It will be very painful, but it has to be done. Maybe he will then understand why he needs to leave you.

Addressing Alexandros with a sigh, you speak. "I'm afraid our sparing match must wait for later. I need to talk to Ares".

"Of course Majesty. I understand", Alexandros says. "We can always have our entertainment later". With a big smile he looks at you and then Ares. "You have found yourself one very impressive and protective male. You should both go spend some time together".

With a salute he walks towards the warriors. A swift set of orders and they are marching away, leaving the practice grounds.

With a deep sigh, you look at Ares.
"You do not know who I am Ares", you say. Raising your hand to stop him from objecting, you continue. "I should say who I used to be. I want to tell you what happened to my people. What happened to Tar-Adamain. Why you saw my alone, running even though I was injured".

Staring at the tribune, your eyes without emotions, yet so dark, Ares feels a chill run down his spine. In his heart he knows what your going to tell him, will be very painful for you. He wants to stop you, but you are very determined.

Taking a seat, your point at the chair beside you. Reluctantly Ares takes a seat, worried he looks at your face, but says nothing.

"I never really knew what it was like to be a child. The innocence some talk about, when mentioning children, I've never experienced. However thinking back, I do have some very faint memories about my mother. She died giving birth to my brother Andros. My father was a hard man. Never one to show his affection. When my mother died, it changed for the worse. At first I was ignored, being female and all. However when he discovered I had arms skilled it changed". Your eyes turn dark, as you remember the past.
"My father was a harsh and cruel teacher. Never a single praise, even when I did something right. But as time went by, it became clear I had inherited his arms skills. He found great pleasure in finding new ways and methods to torment or hurt me. The day I managed to take him down, was incredible. I still remember the look on his face". With a harsh unemotional laugh you continue. "He was so furious. Attacked me while I was standing with my back turned to him. My friends were praising me, when I felt his blade sink into my back".

Furiously Istaq growls, before he lands on your shoulder with a dark hiss. Affectionately he rubs his head against your cheek. He can feel your inner turmoil, and is desperately trying to calm you.

With horror Ares listens to your story. Grabbing you hand with a gentle motion, pressing a delicate kiss on your palm. What father attacks his own child? What a monster he must have been. With anger in his heart, he is glad your father is dead.

"I was very young when that incident occurred. Alexandros stepped in and stopped him. Had he not I would have died. Many of the scars on my body were a present from my father". Lost in memories you continue. "He never once told me why he hated me so. It became increasingly worse as my skills improved. It only made the situation worse, that my brother had no skills for fighting. Perhaps that is why my father hated me. It was as if I had the warrior skills my brother should have had".