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Ares' Sword

September 17, 2013
By LayneCat SILVER, South Plainfield, New Jersey
LayneCat SILVER, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde

As he wraps his monstrous hands
Around me, I can feel the anger.
“How dare they tell me I am a violent man slaughtering god!”
I can feel the hotness of his hands. I can see it in his face.
“If my father wants to be most hateful towards me then let it be!”
He’s holding onto me tighter.
“I shall not call that king my father anymore!”
*BAM* *BAM* *BAM* He slams me down three times.
“And how dare they believe I am supposedly untrustworthy and immature.”
*CLACK* *CLACK* *CLACK* his armor now, heavy and strong.
I hear him talking to Athena and Hera, with their soft sweet voices
“I vow a promise that I shall go on side with the Greeks.”
Ares is walking onto the field, commencing battle.
Ares lead the Trojans into battle, killing anyone in his path with me. *SPLAT*
There’s thick red blood everywhere.
He looks like a shark waiting for the chance to attack.
It’s an ocean of blood.
Looks like Ares just went for a swim.
Here comes Diomedes, hurling his spear at the god of war.
Ares, wounded, was crying aloud being rushed to Paeon, the god of healing.
*KRRACKK* outside of Troy, Ares attacked Athena, but she
Knocked him to the ground with a boulder.
“Is this what defeat feels like? I’ll have my revenge on you. When I do, earth clouds shall turn dark and grey so everybody will know it is you who I shall go after.”

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