Warlord Daze

The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.

Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

It wasn't an altogether uncomfortable sensation, but it was jarring. Xena woke to find herself floating midair and immobile. She, of course, gave vent to some quick and vile imprecations, then gathered what was left of her wits. She realized she was in a familiar position, the only thing lacking was the hard wooden core of the cross behind her. Her arms were flung up and out as if she were trying to fly. Her legs dangled low, just a few feet above the ground. Far enough to hurt if she fell, not so far she couldn't recover.

She was naked. That didn't surprise her. Clothing added a dimension of psychological protection. The lack of clothing was meant to intimidate. She dispensed with any feeling of vulnerability immediately. Instead she focused on one purpose, finding Gabrielle.

She looked about, noting pillars and Gods and fountains and shimmering things. The Gods surrounded her. They looked much too glum for deities, which if it weren't for the obvious parallel of the cross, told Xena that she was most definitely in trouble and the Gods were most definitely unhappy about it. She supposed their obvious disapproval of her situation ought to make her happier, but it didn't.

She looked mutely at one, a grey eyed woman of quiet, but stern visage. There was a very very subtle shake of the head. It told Xena nothing, but she was reassured in an odd fashion by the brief movement. There was a commotion to her left and Xena felt a sigh escape her body. She'd recognize that voice anywhere.

Gabrielle wrenched . .. .tugged. ..yanked. .finally settled down and was marched across the grounds in Xena's direction. The warrior struggled against the invisible bonds that held her. "Gabrielle!!!"

The Sovereign was smirking and gripping the bard's arm very tightly. "Hello Xena," Hercules' look alike said, "Nice of you to join us." He threw Gabrielle at her feet and the bard tumbled, landing just below the warrior. She was bruised, but awake. There were no tears from her Gabrielle.

The Sovereign smiled evilly, "You're just in time." Xena opened her mouth to retort, but he hushed her, "listen."

The Sovereign closed his eyes and dropped his hand. Xena listened and heard a dull rhythmic thrumming. At first she thought it was her heart. It was the same beat, solid and sure. Then the beat changed, just a little. It was Drums; War Drums. The sound pulled at her. She could feel her heart move to match its pace.

The Sovereign smiled, "You didn't really think you could beat me? Did you?" Something flickered in his hand, round and bright. Gabrielle gasped, "You were looking for this maybe? A bit of sky's fire from Zeus?" He moved like a panther, quick and deadly. He stood right in front of Xena, pushing her lover away with a booted foot. Then he lifted the prize up to the warrior's face. She turned her head from the brightness, and the searing hot. "Too late. I've got it now." The Sovereign waved it in front of her, teasing her, "And I've got thousands more like it." He directed her attention with the light, pointing at what looked to be a huge basin full of the things. It was Zeus' supply. He smirked, "I'm going to take over the world Xena and You can't stop me." The Sovereign turned and looked at the assembled Gods, and waggled his brow, "And then I'm taking over Olympus. Or is it the other way around?"

He laughed and stepped away from the hanging warrior. He didn't look back, but tossed the lightening into the basin. "Oh, by the way Xena," he said casually, "I thought of making you my consort, but I've changed my mind." He held his hand out and a Goddess approached and took it. She wore a veil. The amber jewel of hinds' blood hung around her neck. The gold highlights flickered brightly. "You'll just have to make do with being a plaything."

He shouted out, "Ares!" The God of War appeared. The dark man bowed, not too low.

"Yes. . .my Brother."

"She's all yours." The Sovereign said benignly, "Don't do anything . ..I wouldn't do."

Ares paused, then smiled genuinely, "You may be sure of it." Sovereign laughed, then turned away with Hera in tow.

Ares waited until the Sovereign was well away. He turned to Athena. "Get her down from there. Be quick about it."

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