Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2008 17:15:14 -0400 From: Joe Barker Subject:
A Greek Story: Ares Son The Rage of Ares' Son Sparta, what is
there to say about Sparta; steel, beautiful woman, sweaty men,
and lots of anger. But this anger wasn't scary, it was the kind
of anger that kept the fires in your eyes, the anger that drove
men to do great things, and gave woman to courage to watch them
do it. I wasn't always sure I liked growing up in Sparta, it was
not an easy life, but the times that pride struck me I saw that
I was good at what we did here and they knew I was good. I could
throw a spear farther than most men, and I wielded a sword as if
I were born with it attached. I don't know why I was so good, I
went through the same training as the other boys. Well, at least
that's what I told all the others that asked me. I knew why I
was so good with weapons and father was Ares God of War. I had
known for some ten seasons now; he had visited me when they
threw me into the wilderness as part of my training. I was
wandering a