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Title: The Awakening of War
Author: Kate R.
Rating: Teen to Adult
Pairings: N/A for now
Summary: 2,000 years after dying a mortal, Ares awakens again
Il cuore della guerra
The blast really should have hurt, he thought. And perhaps were he not who he was, it might well have. But he was who he was and so this
childish magic and its attempt to dominate everyone and everything did not affect him nearly so much as it should have. Except perhaps to finish
the awakening started when young Timothy had accidentally taken his life energy. And oh, he had a punishment in mind for the boy's parents in
their prison cell. If Turner would share at any rate.
But at this moment he had no time to think about that. In about a second the light from the blast would fade and those arrogant little
children would see that he was not as dead as they'd hoped. Of course, he hadn't been the target but no one, and here he emphasized No. One.
Threatened his students. Not after Strife. It was never happening again. That's why his mortal self had been such a royal bastard to his students;
no one was going to die from lack of training again. Never again, even if he had to die to make sure of it. Of course this blast would have killed him,
were he not who he was.
'Not who he was', an odd thing to think because until a few months ago when young Timothy . . . no, the boy preferred Timmy . . . had
taken his energy by accident he hadn't been who he was. He had been Coridola Guerra who had a deep fear of his students dying because they
weren't prepared. Now, at least, he understood where that fear had come from. Strife hadn't been prepared and it had cost him his life. Eris had
gotten him back, yes, but in losing Strife, he had sworn never again to leave someone unprepared to face battle. And if his students thought him a
bastard and called him Coridola: The Terrible behind his back, well, it was a small price to pay to see them survive their battles.
Although this battle was one that should not have been happening but for the arrogance and ego of three arrogant little girls: Witches of
Cloud Tower, yes, but not really. They'd been expelled a few weeks before this had happened. And, ah, here it came. The light was fading and he
was still on his feet, the student he had shielded oddly enough the same one that had awakened him, unharmed as well. Although he, himself,
basically looked the same except that he'd lost the 'I-haven't-slept-in-centuries' look and his clothes were different. Not to mention his sword.
When the blast had hit him his own power had been the shield and his own power dressed him as he had always dressed in the past. And now he
stood, strong, awake and alive again.
Coridola Guerra, he laughed at the thought and put the words fully into Italian, ah, yes, he remembered when he'd played Mars, Coridola
Guerra . . . Il Cuore Della Guerra. The Heart of War. What an appropriate name considering who he was.
He was now as he had always been and would be again if he should ever die again a mortal, he was Ares, the God of War. And it was time
to show these three little brats what they meant.
"The party's over, kiddies," he told the girls as he disbanded their army of decay. It was still an army and all armies obeyed him. "It's time
someone showed you where the line you crossed is and kicked your asses back over it. NO ONE THREATENS MY CHILDREN!"
That was a short and sweet battle but they'd be back. He had to do several things rapidly. One was to find any of his family still alive
(hopefully Hecate was one of them), one was to find a way to help Timmy control that power of his, and the last was to find Joxer. If he existed in
any place in this time. And he had to do it as quickly as he could because he could not handle the sexism, the witches and the attitudes in this
world by himself.