Diary+of+Ares

~Ares~ Dear Diary, I have a complication. I do not have a certainty that Zeus is my real father. Today, I am discovering a man in myself that I have not yet met before; uncertain and restless. I have never questioned Zeus being my father. My mother, Hera, has always told me so, but she has also told me that she has been with other men before she met Zeus. That is my other dilemma, that my own mother does not tell me what she is up to. I expect that she knows by now, that I would appreciate and accept her actions more if she told me rather than I am put in an unfortable situation in which I am forced to find out in an innappropiate way. Mother always tells me how much she detests Hercules, but how can she hope that I believe her after her series of lies. For example, she never tells me where she was going. She was tell me that she was going to the market to gossip, but then I find out she had fled the city with a man that I, and the people of Troy, did not know about. My food has been served and I must leave and feast on my luncheon, I am having guests over, and I am observing them just through the gates. I shall write again.

I have returned, and have been fed. Now that I have food in my system, I might have cleared my mind. I still cannot shake this feeling of finding whom my real father is. I am indeed a strong man, who has the power and time to find out, so I shall go out and question my people who was this alternation of men my mother was with when she thought I was not near. So, my dear Diary, I shall write my journey on the quest to find my father in you, I have hopes that my father is ideed Zeus, and that I would be proven wrong. Please be patient, I will need until sunset, then I shall share my stories with you... Out my golden gates I walked, greeting the working servants with a smile. I kept strolling down my beautiful city, much time had passed and the sun is getting shallow on the horizon. I continue to walk until, sure enough, I meet Hercules! I approach him and with a firm voice I say "I am Ares, my mother, Hera, may have mentioned me to you, I am sure you recall this name." "Yes, your mother has mentioned you, ofcoarce I recall such an ingnorant women, please do not take my words into offence." Hercules said nonchalantly "I am taking this as you two have never had a relationship of any kind." I guessed. "Well, I could not lie and say we had no relationship, we had a relationship of hate, but we never had any type of romantic relationship." He added "Thankyou." That is the only word that could come to my mind, and I slowly walked away. He did help me narrow down who could possibly be my father, and it is certainly not him, but who exactly is my father.

I had a thought that could definitely help me find who my father is. Agamemnon! I stop in my tracks and changed my way of direction. I was headed to Agamenmon's home. I hoped that he would accept my presence in his home, exclusively because my mother is not his favorite company. I was false. Agamemnon welcomed me warmly into his home with food and drink which I gladly accepted after such a long day of walking. I did not even say a word and he began to answer my questions. "Your mother had left you and had vacations with many men, young Ares." Agamemnon began speaking with great wisdom. "This is true, Agamemnon" I agreed with him and let him proceed with speaking. "You must know, that she has only ever loved one man, and has only ever shared enough love with one man to create a child with such courage and wisdom as you, Ares, and that man is indeed Zeus. Stop searching, I have given you your answer, return to your home and do not question anymore, your biggest questions have been answered." He spoke wisely "I appreciate this immensly, dear Agamemnon." I gave him my best wishes in his days to come and I started towards his tall bronze gates and happily walked home. I have finished my writing for this day, but more events will come, and I, again, shall share them with you.

~Ares~