Prologue
"Hey, Buffy, Wait!" yelled Willow, following her slayer friend.
"Hey Will" Buffy said and continued walking slowly on the sidewalk.
"Hey, are we going on a patrol tonight? I made this thing I wanted to show you. It's like a stake, and a cross, so it's like double vampire protection."
"Great" Buffy forced a smile.
"You know," the young sorceress slowed down her rapid talk. "I've noticed you've been kinda' down lately, is… Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Willow" Buffy said. "Just… A little Bored."
"Bored?" Willow pondered. "But what about slaying? That's fun! All the monsters, and action, and demons…"
"That's just it" she interrupted her. "I do the same thing every night; Go on a patrol, kill a vamp or two, and save the world on the weekends."
"But you're the slayer, you… Oh, I'm sorry… I forgot you don't like being reminded you can't draw back, and… And…."
"It's ok, Willow, it's not that" the slayer sighed. "It's just that I wish I had a real challenge. Not just another vampire, demon or evil spirit. Not that these aren't challenging, but… I want something… More interesting, not just a walking package of spooks and muscles. Something that'd be more like… Like…."
"Like a god?" Willow asked innocently, and Buffy looked at her with a questioning look.
"Come on, we're late for class" Buffy said and started walking faster.
"But Buffy, wait, aren't you excited whenever a new demon comes along?"
"Let's face it, Will, I had a stronger adrenalin rush watching Jerry McGuire last night."
"But Buffy, that's romantic comedy!"
"My point exactly!" Buffy said and the two walked into Sunnydale High.

"Klatum, Burata, Niktu!" Willow recited. In the dark room, each candle had a distinctive shadow as it fell upon the walls, making them look as if they were dancing around the young sorceress sitting in the middle of the Pentagram.
"Klatum, Burata, Niktu…" she recited again, focusing.
"Leditia, Dactum, Tukata!"
Willow's knowledge of Latin was limited, but she didn't have to understand what she was saying. She just had to say it right, she imagined. With time, however, she learned that the power was in her, not in the recitation. She learned that all she needed to do was to will the spell to happen. The recitation just helped her concentrate.
"Klata!" she yelled into the room, as suddenly she heard something. It was something like a thunder, an explosion of some sort. She kept her eyes closed, thinking it was part of the magic, and again yelled:
"Klata"!
"Huh?" she heard a voice and immediately jumped to her feet, grabbing her cross-stake.
"Get back!" she warned him.
"Ok, what am I doing here?" he asked and raised his hands in the air.
"I'm warning you!" she raised the stake.
"Little girl, you better tell me what's going on here," he said and approached her with anger, "Or I'll…."
Willow jumped at him and stabbed him straight in the heart, just to find that she was still leaning on him. He didn't seem to be affected. Could he not have been a vampire after all? What have she done?
She walked back and took the stake out of the man's chest, and it just slid out, leaving the chest quite unharmed.
"What are you doing?" he asked her.
"Who…." She walked back. "What…. Are, you?"
"I am Ares, God of War, and I better be getting some answers, NOW!"