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The Chosen's Prerogative
Story written on January 7, 2008 by romansilence.
"Come in and tell me what happened. You both look as if you’ve had a hard time."
"I don’t know where to begin. It’s difficu…" A low growl, resembling a hurt and angry animal came from the vehicle, and some of the guards approached it with their swords drawn and ready. "Please, tell your warriors to stand back. It’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be back in an instant."
Gabrielle distractedly signalled the women to stop. She would have recognized the voice uttering the growl even if it came from the deepest levels of Tartarus.
The growling quickly quietened down, and Iolaus returned. Before the door behind them was even halfway closed, she asked, her voice quivering with barely concealed anger, "What happened to Xena? What did he do to her?"
"Please calm down, Gabrielle. It wasn’t Herc’s fault, though he certainly holds himself responsible. Don’t jump to conclusions. I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but just a season cycle ago Xena gave birth to two daughters. She named…"
"I know. The Academy forwarded her letter. Continue with your story." Gabrielle’s voice was harsh. She knew Xena had been pregnant when she married Hercules but reading of his daughters – Gabrielle and Ephiny, as if there were not other female names available in the world – reading about them had made it all the more real, and she finally knew that she never would get her lover back. She cast an apologetic smile towards the small man. "I’m sorry, Io. Please continue."
His left hand gently patted her right. "I know how you feel, Gab. I can understand Xena’s need to have another child after losing Solan, but I still don’t understand why they married. She didn’t love Herc the way she loved you. Sometimes I think there were only two things they had in common, their love for the girls and their dedication to fight for those unable to do so themselves."
Iolaus noticed the sudden pallor of the young women facing him. "I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I better get on with my report. As soon as the girls were weaned off, Xena and Herc took turns answering the calls for help that kept intruding into their rather secluded life. Half a moon ago, Herc was on his way to fight a giant up north. The next day, a messenger told Xena that Amphipolis was under siege from a warlord. She saddled up and left me with the babies.


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