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    The Burning Candle

    The Burning Candle
     
    By
     
    April Hladis
     
    a.k.a. AH-Ladis
     
     
     
                                                             
     
    Update 2008: This is the second of the two Xenafics (here the action is set in the Middle East of all places!) I wrote waaaay back in the Summer/Fall of 1998.  If you’ve read it before have another look. You’ll be glad you did ;)
     

    Warning Update:  There’s violence but it doesn’t involve rape. ‘Tall Dark’s’ and ‘Blue Eyes’ thingies are around, yet fewer ‘Small blond’s’ have been discovered rearing their little heads.  Enjoy and don’t forget to enter a rating…

    Questions? Feedback? Mail ‘em to: Ahladis@aol.com 

                                                                        
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Part 1
     
     
     
     A fair breeze blew
     As the day grew dim
    A fair breeze blew
    My love from me
    Never to be seen again?
     
     -G-
     
     
     
    Pompey’s legions swept through Jerusalem. This enormous lumbering army then set its sights northwest cutting a wide trail toward Damascus. The main body of opposing forces broke up and fled in various directions; many of which opting to take their chances far into the Syrian desert rather than face the Roman ideal of retribution. 
     
    Yet some were determined to challenge foreign tyranny. They retreated nearly a hundred miles in the vain hope of regrouping and reinforcing their numbers.  
     
    “The battle was fought hard and well, but by no means are we beaten,” Xena declared from atop a bluff, “Enlist any allies we have to the north. We shall crush Caesar’s swarm before they reach our homeland. I’m going back to observe their movements. I’ll rejoin you soon to stop these Roman jackals once and for all!”
     
    Though Xena had joined the resistance late, this was one battle where the odds were stacked heavily against winning. For many months she did everything in her power to aid in slowing down the advancement of these troops, but it proved futile. 
    Now it seemed as if nothing could stand in Rome’s way to successfully conquering all of Syria as well. 
     
    The meager crowd cheered Xena on in the blazing-hot afternoon sunshine, except one. She stood quietly with her arms at their sides among the shouting throng looking up at this admirable vision of a stubborn commander.
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