The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Six: God of War

I SLEPT IN APHRODITES room, awakening at sunrise reeling in on the songs of the fairy birds that flew past the open pillars. I unwrapped myself from the throws of pinks and red blankets, trying to be discreet and unnoticed. I left her room with one final glance at her sleeping form, so peaceful and beautiful. I would surely miss her.

I tucked the arrow that she had given me the night before, tightly within the only large baby pink robes I could find within her wardrobe. The arrow was heavy and pulsating almost blending with the beat of my heart. It was gold encrusted with white wings attached at the ends, the feathers on the wings moving as if it was alive. The other end was very sharp almost like a deadly knife. It was majestically beautiful and I would put it to good use for Cupids sake.

I had complained to Aphrodite that this wouldn't work, and I should just accept my fate, but she had given me a stern look shaking her head.

"Whatever you do, you need to make sure to not poke yourself or anyone you don't want the spell to work on. Thee who delivers the arrow to another soul will make the heart and mind completely fall in love with the one who strikes the arrow. You can only make that soul fall in love with another if you use another arrow on another soul within a days time."

"So what am I suppose to do? Ares already likes me. How do I use it so he falls for someone else."

"You have to convince another Goddess to use it on him." My eyes widened.

"Are you crazy! If father finds out we're dead."

"What's worst than marrying someone you don't love?" She asked and I only sighed.

Trying to abide by her words was becoming a bit difficult as I passed the endless halls of golden plated doors. The sun was shining through the pillars as I pondered what I would do when I got back to my room. Could I fall to earth and leave Mount Olympus behind. Could I risk being killed or worst caught by the guards. Would I have a place to go?

King Draven appeared in my mind, but I quickly shook the thoughts away. The guards stood unmoving staring ahead, but I could have sworn it felt like they were staring daggers into my chest.

It made me utterly uncomfortable and to make my morning even worst, someone from behind me called out. "Art, wait up. I need to speak to you." The hairs on my neck stood, and the spot where my legs rubbed together seemed to grow nervously sweaty.

Ares had clamped a large hand on my shoulder turning me around swiftly. He didn't even flinch at the shocks that zapped him when he touched me, just continued to wipe his hands on the tan robes tied around his waist.

"You look beautiful." He said as if he had just been enchanted by my presence. I almost gagged. "I've been meaning to visit you." He said wiping the sweat coating his brow. Was he nervous?

Ares dark curly hair lay almost flat against his head as if he had just finished a bath. His burgundy eyes were dilated and staring at me greedily from under his long lashes. He looked down at me as if he wanted to reach out and steal me all for himself. I took a step back.

"I uh..." I didn't have a clue how to approach him. Last time I seen him he was ripping a deer in half and eating its insides. " I should go." I turned on my heels ready to run if I had to, but he put his hand on my shoulder again, this time snatching it away with a hiss.

"Shit that hurt!" He was putting me on edge. I began to walk away. I didn't need this. "Look, I think we should talk sooner about this than later. Avoiding me isn't going to do anything. You will be mine soon enough." My heart stopped and it took everything not to light his ass up. "Plus, I know where your bed chambers are, I can just show up." I cracked.