Lita’s pov

Stories were told for a reason. Sometimes the reasons are not always known but in the latter future the reasons would be made known.

That was what I pondered as I went from hill to hill, going in a sloppy manner, sweating and heaving like a bull.

If it was true, if everything I’d been told was true then I’d secured my one way ticket to get Ares, to make Ares mine, fucking mine.

It was a big probability, and putting all my fucking luck and trust in some sick tales my parents told me centuries ago told just how crazy I was.

But crazy I’d be a...