My Forbidden Life

Prologue (Third Person View) The day was over. The battle was won. Elena stood there in the fields of bodies surrounded by fallen comrades and enemies. Her eyes closed as she relished in the quietness of peace, even if only for a few minutes before everything went back to being a shitstorm. Her dark hair flowing in the wind with the sunset shining behind her, giving her hair the red tint as though it was on fire. Her sais dripping with blood. Giving the illusion of her being vengeance to rain down on there’s who work to suppress the weak. Perhaps she was Vengeance. As she basked in the aftermath of the battle, she sensed her second in command approaching. Crixus was once one of the best warriors in Ancient Greece. He actually fought with the legendary Spartacus against the Romans. Ares felt his time was wasted and recruited him from the underworld to fight in his army. The army Ares turned over to Elena. The men all loved her because she was a fair general and always had their back. Also, she didn’t take any s**t from anyone. “General, the battle is over. What are your orders?” “Gather our dead and bury them. Pile the enemies bodies and burn them. May they never find peace in the afterlife.” With a bow, Crixus turned on his heel and left. After some time, Elena headed back to the camp to wash all of the blood off of her body and tend to some of her wounds. The enemies barely got a scrap on her. She was to fast for them. Almost like a possessed beast. She always surrendered to the chaos of it all when it came to fighting and protecting her loved ones. She made herself believe she was doing it for them, when in reality she was doing it for the the council’s ego. Once she stepped back inside, she knew she was not alone. Drawing her sais, she turned to stab whomever was behind her only to have the blow deflected. With one swift move she was on her back with a dark hooded figure standing above her. There was only one person who could defeat her like that. The man who trained her, her first love, Ares, the God of War. Ares was as rugged as they come. Tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious. Over the years he changed his appearance to reflect the times of the style. This time, he decided to embrace his biker “zaddy” issues phase. He was still tall, his dark hair cut short in military style, with a biker jacket, blue jeans and black boots. Ares had been waiting for Elena for only 30 minutes. Making sure to give her some peace before greeting her with some grim news. He also never missed an opportunity to check her out. He never stopped loving her even though she stopped loving him. There’d been too much bad blood between them. He wished he could take back everything that happened between them but he couldn’t. He had to make sure she stayed protected. He would never let her know that he knows her secret. He wanted her to trust him enough to tell him. He knew she never would and Ares understood that. He decided he would play the part of the bad guy while also protecting her from the sidelines. He could live with her hating him just as long as she lived. With a cocky grin, after deflecting the blow meant for him, Ares shifted his body and delivered a move that ended with Elena on her back and him above her. The memories came flooding back as though it happened yesterday and not 10 years ago when she gave him the greatest gift of all. Her virginity. With a charming smile, Ares greeted Elena, “Hello, lover. Missed me?”