Will Ares forsake me sister?

A bright sunny day in the town. Me my younger sister and my little brother are all dedicated to different gods. I’m dedicated to Aine, my brother to Promedias, and my sister to Ares. I’m busy helping with the baking when my sister comes and shouts out loud about her future. She is upset and is certain she is going to be married to the old blacksmith. So much so she tries to hurt him. He however doesn’t even flinch when she tries to stab him.

He just looks sad. Then she cries and tries to stab herself. The blood on her chest and clothes flows like a river but she doesn’t die. She just clearly looks sad and runs away. The blacksmith just sighs and goes back to work.

I’m curious as to why the knife didn’t work. He shows me the many layers of leather he has on. Rams leather he says. Protection from Ares. He’s going to be angry at her. I say yes. You have to go get her to come home.

Then my little brother comes up to me and says why is Ares angry? Why has he forsaken a believer? I say because Ares is a jealous god. He gets angry if yo don’t follow his words. My little brother starts to cry.

Is sister going to be exiled? I say no. Not if I can help her. Then he asks Will Promedias ever be angry at me? Are they a jealous god? I say no. They are the guider. The light in the dark. I then sing the song of Promedias.

“The light of the day, is carried in the night. Promedias protects the suns wounderous light.

The stars above the world, are all his kin.

The guiding lights, the guiding lights.”

Then he is a lot happier. I hand him to my parents. They ask me about sister and I say I know where she might go but I am the best person to help. They agree after seeing how quickly I can calm my little brother down.

So I grab my necklace of Aines blessing and walk toward the old Inn. I get inside by saying I’m here to extend Aines blessings and then convince the Innkeeper to show me what room my sister is in. I grab all my courage. I know this is going to be bad.

I get to her room. She is no longer covered in blood. In fact she looks healed. I know that only one thing could do this. “You did witchcraft.”

“Yeah! I did. Ares is angry me now because I did witchcraft. To see my future! I saw I get married to that old grumpy blacksmith. I’m doomed to be his little wife until the day he dies! So I tried to kill him! So I never have to bed that old coot! I did witchcraft and protected myself against any metal. In case he retaliated. Of course I didn’t think I would be so melancholy as to stab myself. Ha!”

I look at her. “Ares will never forgive you. He is a very jealous god.”

“I know that! I don’t care!”

I touch my Aine necklace and look at her. “I’m Aines. She isn’t a goddess you can just get a blessing from easily. You have to be like me.” She stared at me. “What!”

“Aine is the goddess of the sun. She hands the light to Promedias her husband and walks with him through the night and he hands it back every morning. She never sees him otherwise.”

“Huh? She’s at least got someone who loves her for her?”

“Yes. But do you why Promedias can never be with her except at night?”

“No. She’s just lucky to have a job!”

“She was raped”

“What!?”

“Yes. During the dark night. The one thing that she thought would be able to protect her. Her dark cloak of stars made her invisible to all but her husband. She was climbing the paps. Looking after the holy cows on the hill. The milk they make Holy. She was just doing her the sun goddesses job.

Then Zare, he had hid their all day. Waiting. He snuck up behind her. Just as she was sitting down. He had a knife to her throught and raped her. She then bit his ear off. He bacame Zare the one eared. The god of the forsaken. She blazed with the light of her anger. Cast him to the dark side of the moon. The dark night now she always walks with his Husband just in case Zare escapes.“

I am sitting on the bed. “You see. Special. Only those who have been raped can be her blessed followers.”

“You? Who?” She says almost not believing.

“A grain farmer from Pashto. He’s with the forsaken now. Dad saw to that.”

“You? You? Oh sister I never knew!” She has tears in her eyes. “You can’t be married now at all?”

“Only to a blessed of Promedias. The only one I know is our little brother. Clearly I’m not marrying him.”

“I’m going to be Forsaken? Ares will cast me to death?”

“Oh I doubt that. He’s jealous but not stupid. Once he calms down, he will be ok. He only forsakes those who eat fire. You haven’t done that. So, you will be fine.”

She hugs me and then says. “What’s it like?”

“Being raped? Like having your very skin be cast aside. Every part of you violated and eaten. Every part wrong. Every day you look in the mirror and never see a person. You just see a shadow.”

“Oh. I’m so sorry.”

After a while. “The blacksmith didn’t even flinch. He knew I would be upset to be married to him. But he just kept doing his work.”

“Yeah. He’s a kind man. Very paitent. He’s just a grump.”

“I was upset to find out I’m marrying him, but he’s going to be a good lover isn’t he?”

“I expect so. Strong, gentle and very paitent. Blacksmiths have to be.”

She hugs me and we both giggle. “Oh. He’s um, the?”

“Yup.”

“Oh. I’m lucky to be marrying him.”

“Right you are sister. By the look of him I doubt it’s even down for less than a few minutes a day.”

We both giggle. “No wonder he’s so grumpy.”

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