Xena Warrior Princess; Sins Of The Past

In the land of ancient Greece a woman warrior is lost to herself.
Unforgiven and shunned for past actions, old flames bring disaster to any hope she had of moving on but a new friend see's the goodness in the warrior woman that even Xena herself cannot see... but when even her family cannot forgive her what hope is there in forgiving herself?

A mix of bad-ass action, tender emotion, a story that will make you heart beat faster for more then one reason!


3. Chapter Two


   In a camp a few miles away, a man drew his bow and let a red-tailed arrow fly.

Straight at a dark-skinned shirtless man -who also had a piece of thick carved, curved wood on his head but no mohawk instead some his longish black hair fell downward through the slit in the wood and the rest was tied neatly  back - standing in front of a target, who caught the arrow neatly in one hand.

“Alright.” The man said. “Now all four of you.”

Three more archers joined the first; they all had different coloured tails on their arrows, they lined up at one end of the large tent.

They drew their bows taught, the strings creaking as they were pulled tight, then released.

  “He caught three of them!” A solider said in awe.

  A green-tailed arrow had nicked his upper arm and hit the target.

   He dropped the others, touched the cut on his arm, and pulled the arrow out of the target.

 ‘”Who has the green arrows?” He asked. The fire light from the torches in the tent showing up a long scar on his right cheekbone, he also had a small beard shaven so it circled his mouth.

  Three archers backed away muttering things like; “ Green. Not me.”

 “Thank the gods.”

  Two guards marched the man with the green arrows forward.

 “Ares has smiled on you.” He said giving the archer his arrow.

  “Sign him up. Get the others out of my sight.” He ordered clicking his fingers.

 “Yes Draco.” His guards said.

  Someone handed him a rag and he ran it over his hands.

 “Hector, how’s the throat?” Draco asked the man sitting to his left with bandage around his neck.

 “Next time I see her I’ll kill her.” He said hoarsely.

 Draco almost laughed.

 “Pray to the Gods you never have to deliver on that boast.”

 He threw down the rag and walked off.

 One of Draco’s men who was standing next to Hector looked down at him.  

 Back in his tent, Draco picked up one of the two scrolls that lay on his desk along with his sword, a candle and two bottles of green liquid.
  "Night watch!" "All clear!" Came the voices of the guards on patrol.
  He unrolled the scroll and began reading, the light of the candle on the desk illuminating the markings.

 A dark haired woman slipped in through the tent opening behind him pushing aside the red and blue material.

 “Hello Draco.” She said.

 Draco grabbed the sword with both hands and spun round to level it at her.

 “Xena… you look good.” He said, half smiling.

 She walked towards him brushing the sword aside with one hand.

 “So do you.” She smiled slightly.

 “Except for that ugly scar.”

 She trailed the back of her fingers down his cheek.

 “Nice of you to give me something to remember you by.” He grabbed her hand.

 “You picked the wrong woman to get rough with.” She forced his arm down towards herself.

 “It never would have happened if you’d been more cooperative.” He pulled her hand toward him and kissed the back of it.  

 “What are you doing here?” He asked.

 “If you’d wanted to kill me…”

 “You’d be dead.” She said dropping his hand and walking around him, she stopped with her back to the warlord.

 “I want to ask favor.”

 Draco went over to his bed and sat down on the sheep skin covering it.

 “What do you want?” He asked.

 She glanced at him then away.

 “Your men were at a village today.”

 “I heard they got a large dose of the Warrior Princess.”

 He said a slight smile on his lips as his eyes roamed down over her body, and back up again,

 “I want you to spare that village.”

 Xena walked up to him stopping only when there was less then half a foot between them.

 “You care about those pheasants.”

 He assumed.

 “I could have mercy on that village… if…”

 His earrings glinted.

 “If what?” She asked, through almost clenched teeth.

  “You join with me.’ He answered. “We’d make an invincible team,” his voice was fervent.

 “I can’t do it Draco.”

 “What does that mean?”

 Xena turned away from him and walked a few paces.

 “I’m going home.” She replied.

 Draco clenched his teeth, pulling his dagger; he came up quickly behind her and held it to her throat.

 “I dreamt of being with you in love or against you in battle.” He said, angrily. “You won’t give me the satisfaction of either will you, will you?!”

 Xena turned to face him her pale-blue eyes wide as she looked up at him.

 He sighed, giving in.

 “I’ll spare that village, for old time’s sakes.”

 Her expression softened, she blinked a few times.

 “Thank you.”

 She turned to go but he grabbed her arm pulling her back.

 What do you hope to find back in Amphipolis?’ He asked. “Forgiveness? I tried to go home once. My father almost beat me to death with a blacksmiths hammer. You’ll get the same treatment. I guarantee it.”

 “Good bye.” Xena said softly, looking at him.

 Then she turned and left.  

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