Spoils Of War

Disclaimer: The use of characters is used purely for the enjoyment of this fan fiction and I am in no way making any profit in this.

Chapter I

Golden-blonde hair glittered against the rays of the sun and silvery laughter floated musically across the green hills. She danced to a tune of light and life, her body moving gracefully twirling round and round in obvious enjoyment. Crystal blue eyes sparkled in delight and merriment.

The wind danced with her, ruffling her hair, seeping through her skin. She was scantily dressed in a light blue gown made of silk and satin that shows more than what it should conceal.

She sang and danced with fairies and sprites, swam with nymphs and played with mermaids. She was Serenity, made from earth, fire, water and air, adopted daughter of Artemis the Huntress, protectress of women, animals and children.

But somewhere near her, a great city is nearing its ruins. The City of Elysian a great prosperous city of considerable wealth, not only in gold and silver, but also in something else. A secret.

Loud shouts and cries finally reached her ears.

Serenity stopped dancing. "What do you think is happening, Lily?" She remarked curiously, glancing bemuse to her small fairy guardian. Lily flew around her in a frenzy, in excite or in alarm.

"I'll go see what's it all about!" Serenity decided eyes wide as she looked at the smoke that curled into the air above in the distance. There was a tiny warning inside her mind telling her that something was going to go wrong and that she should leave for safety at once. Serenity brushed the thought aside though thinking, "I'm a goddess, and I'm immortal. What harm can these silly humans do to me? They are quite amusing though." She thought carelessly, not minding her fairy guardian's antics of warning.

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Endymion fought ruthlessly, glorying in battle. He fought with the devil's charm, always a step away from death; some say the gods, blessed and favored him that's why he is living such a charmed life.

"The battle is almost finished." Endymion thought wearily eyeing the casualties. They won though and that was all that mattered. He then looked at the fallen debris; houses torched still burning, and the infamous palace being looted though still ablaze.

He sighed. He would've loved to visit and lose himself in the famous texts and scriptures, in books and thousands of books that tell something of the world and of life. Maybe even to give purpose in his life as well.

Prisoner children ran past him. They were dirty, beaten and starved. He looked piteously at them. The battle is over but not the war. He doubted that they could survive the wild jungle in which they fled to.

"In war there is not much to gain but more to be lost..."

Author's Note: This will be a revision of my fanfic, though the first chapter is pretty much the same.