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    Barbarian … Queen … Priestess

    Chapter Six

    Going To War

    Xena's mouth dropped open, not sure of what she heard; not wanting to believe what she just heard. After a time, after what Ares told her began to register, she got angry.

    "YOU?! You're my father?" she accused.

    "NO! No! Not me! Not me. Believe me, I want you for my wife, not my daughter. Besides, as attractive as Cyrene was, she just wasn't my type. I like my women strong and tall. Like you."

    "So just who IS my father?"

    "Sorry. Threats or not, that will have to remain a secret. So, we have a deal?"

    Xena's mind was now racing. Her thoughts were becoming clear. She knew what she had to do.

    "So you say I just throw this thing?" she asked. "How do I control where it goes?"

    "Try it and see," Ares answered.  'She must have decided to take the offer,' he thought, and a big smile crossed his face.

    Checking its weight one more time, Xena swung her arm behind her and then threw the ring high into the air, and was amazed as it looped and twisted as it sailed through the trees, loping off branches as large as her thigh without slowing down.

    As it flew back to her, she snagged it out of the air with ease, without the first cut from its razor sharp edge.

    "Impressive," she said. "It went exactly where and how I wanted it to."

    "Well, only a god, or a demi-god, can control a weapon forged by a god," Ares said.

    After a few more tries, Xena was satisfied with it, elated with it. Whether Ares liked it, or didn't like it, this Chakram was hers, no matter what happened.

    "And so we have a deal," Ares said, reaching out for Xena's hand.

    "Not just yet," she replied. "There's something I have to do first."

    "NOW what!"

    "I want to see Gabrielle one more time. I can't just leave without saying good bye."

    "Fine. Do what you have to do. I'll be around, just call for me when you're ready."

    The next morning, before it was even light, Xena was saddled and galloping for the palace.

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