Fae Apoc in its early history.
I will continue writing on these prompts tomorrow.
Ακανθα bowed before her father. Head to the stone, weapon at her side, wings swept back, she prostrated herself in front of a god she had never presumed to believe she would meet in person.
“So you are the child I begat so many seasons ago,” Ares rumbled. “You are meet and fine in my sight, child.”
“Thank you, Lord,” she murmured. She knew the forms well enough; her mother and the priests had drilled her as surely as she’d ever been drilled in combat.
“More than that, however,” he continued, “I have seen you in battle. I have seen you protect your people, and your land. Do you know the ban I have set upon My children, little prickly one?”
She did not bristle at the translation of her name, because she wished to live to see the sun rise again. “I have heard of it, Lord Ares,” she answered cautiously.
“I’m sure you have. The poets speak of it in so many words, but none seem to understand how simple it is. The children of Ares, my child, are those who protect.“
“Yes, Lord Ares?”
“You have proven that this task you can do without fail, without faltering, without concern for your own well-being, despite the disadvantage of your sex. I am well pleased with you, and it suits me to give you a gift.”
Beware the gifts of the gods. “Thank you, Lord Ares.”
“There is a city near your village, a city which has of late been under siege. Take your mother, and your siblings. This city is yours now, Thorn of Ares, Prickly Sword. They shall worship Ακανθα there, as long as you remain worthy.”
She dared raise her head, now, to look at him. “You would place me as a goddess, Lord Ares?”
The god was smirking. “Your conception did that, Ακανθα. I give you your birthright.”
Ακανθα. Lily’s ancestor? And Acacia’s?
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