The Bride of War God

Jill was still in the forest—somewhere in the mountains of Olympus. The trees were not too dense because the soil was a little barren. It rarely rains, the air was a little dry. The space between the trees allowed the afternoon sun to seep through the branches - so Jill could see the pebbles strewn in her path. Jill still wasn't used to it. Since she was controlling the body of Portia—the most beloved daughter of the king of Sparta— who was rarely been physically active before. Only a few meters to go, her legs felt heavy to swing further. The ground she stepped on was contoured uphill so it was very tiring for her. Jill had to find twigs sticking out around her to hold on to. The earthquake earlier still left a little trauma for her. She was worried about the landslides or the big trees that could fall on her anytime. But that didn't seem to be the case. However, due to the shocking earthquake—the horse she was riding on neighed frantically as it lifted its front legs before galloping away from the group; that had been escorting her. Her soul wasn't from this era. Even though her family had Greek blood running on their veins — She didn't really understand the language. It was also hard to enjoy the food she's been eating these past few days—which was predominantly meat, bread and a little bit of vegetables. It tasted a little bit bland. Though still not believed and wished she was just dreaming—she accepted that her soul had been reincarnated into Portia, the princess of Sparta who had the title of the most beautiful princess in Greece. Jill wasn't quite sure what era she was living in. She wakes up in the bed of a princess named Portia who had been in a coma for nine days. She wasn't saw the slightest form of advanced civilization in her room other than a bed with goose feathers and the pungent smell of honey from burning beeswax. The day was getting hotter. Her beautiful body started to sweat. She walked aimlessly. Her horse knocked her over as it frantically ran earlier. Luckily she didn't dislocate—although there was a small scratch on her calf. She was on her way to the palace of her future husband and was being escorted by the followers of the god Ares. She felt sorry for the servants at Sparta's palace. They was trying to beautify her for days. They dressed her and repeatedly rubbed her body with sea salt scrub until Jill felt her skin might turn transparent. But now she was such a mess. The dust of the sandy earth covered the hem of her dress. It made the white dress change into ivory white like spilled tea. Her hair was loose and slightly damp with sweat. Even so, Jill believed her appearance was still as beautiful as she should be. Portia's nickname as Greece's most beautiful princess is no nonsense. She felt desperate. What really happened to her? A few weeks ago she was still Jill Adelaide—a Hollywood actress on the cusp of her popularity. She even just signed a contract to be a bond girl in the next James Bond movie. Jill only remembers she slept in her cabin on her voyage to film around Greece. Then she woke up in Ancient Greece era without knowing anything. Oddly enough, she could understand Greek—something she had always been too lazy to study seriously even though her grandmother was a native Greek. Jill wanted to cry. She was prepared when the Portia family said that she should be offered to Mount Olympus—to be married to the cruelest god there. But she was not expect that there would be an earthquake that made her horse panic and carried her away leaving her guardians. She was alone and lost in the woods. She was tired and thirsty. Jill thought her luck was bad enough but it turned out that there was something else that could have made it worse. She might never get to met the evil war god who might wanted to e*****e and torture her on Olympus. Because she would end up being eaten by wolves. Wolf was an animal that moved with its herd. When Jill saw one of them—Jill knew she had violated their territory. That meant Jill was definitely marked as their prey. Worse still—the wolf was huge. Probably almost as big as a cow. her slender legs turned limp. She hadn't shouted since she wanted to save her voice. But now she screamed and ran as fast as she could. In her confusion. She saw someone jumped near her. a human figure dressed as an ancient Greek warrior with a metal helmet on his head was seen thrusted his spear valiantly into the head of the wolf—who was trying to pounce on Jill. The man twisted his spear, forcing the monster wolf to shrieked. Another pack of wolves withdrew because they did not wanted to face the ruler of Olympus. The girl was shaked. She was relieved that she would not die being eaten by hungry wolves. But she was trembled since she was living in ancient Greece today. She knew that people at that time were very patriarchal. Not infrequently the women who are alone were forced to become wives or enslaved as they pleased. "Luckily I found you soon. The earthquake earlier shouldn't have happened. Maybe Hades was having a little business with his pet monsters underground. I guess I should protest about that. Are you all right?" The man reached out. Asking Jill to stand up. The girl stood up a little with difficulty and limped towards him. Was he one of the followers of Ares that was ordered to escort her from Sparta? It seemed that Jill never saw him. "When you disappeared, my followers immediately informed me. Lucky I am the one to find you, not the satyrs or others. Olympus is a very dangerous place for humans like you. Because all the monsters here will immediately hunt you as soon as their noses smell the scent of humans." The man explained again while pulling his sharp-tipped spear from the fresh carcass of the wolf. "Monsters?" Jill asked. "This is Olympus, the abode of the gods. No humans can come here unless the gods allow it. We created monsters to keep humans from getting close." "Are you hurt?" he continued. "I think I sprained my leg a little." The mysterious man slowly pulled her arm and carried Jill in his arms. Jill screamed because it was so sudden. Jill felt a little uncomfortable because the man wasn't wore enough cloth on his body. She knew that was a common style of cloth for warrior men in ancient Greece, but she wasn't used to it. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?" Jill ventured to ask. The man stared at her seriously for a while through his war helmet. Jill got nervous about it. "You should know that no one else is allowed to touch you like this. Aren't you Ares' bride?" The man asked again. "Yeah, but—I thought you were his follower or something." The man changed the way he carried her, moving Jill into one of his arms as if she were just a light straw doll. He ignored Jill's protests. The man then took off his helmet and smiled at Jill. The girl couldn't stop the embarrassed expression that now crossed her face. This is irrational. How could Jill be blushed because she saw such a handsome person. The problem is that the man is indeed very beautiful. Jill had no idea that such a person existed in the world. It's like he was created in a laboratory from the finest components. His hair was shiny black which looked tempting to the touch. His eyes were slanted dark brown. The man has a masculine scent that matches his physical appearance which was like a walking painting. Everything in him was perfect. "Finally we meet, Princess of Sparta. I am Ares, the god of war." Ares introduced himself. Jill gulped. For weeks she regretted her fate and tried to face her fears. It was said that she would be presented as the bride of Ares—the immoral god and a war-crazy. Jill imagined a scary figure instead of a supermodel before. But he was still a ruthless villain, so Jill will remain vigilant. "Now shut up and be a good girl. I'll take you back to my palace." Ares told her. Jill wanted to ask again, will Ares continue to carry her all the way to his Palace? Because Jill was afraid that her heart would explode from beating too fast before they got there.