First you must know I don't own any of the Xena warior princess characters!
This is my first Xena fic. It's based on Callisto but Xena and all the others will show as well.
Chapter one, wounded.
Callisto tried to move, she couldn't. Her entire body hurt. What happened? The last thing she could remember was that explosion. She was in a village. Her men were there too. They were robbing and destroying anything in their path, she could feel adrenaline rise when she thought of it again. The screaming of the woman and children, the blood that was shed with every man in her way. It went all so good and then suddenly explosions sounded. They came from all over the village, her men were falling one by one and she saw it happen with her own eyes.
Finally she took the will to look over her body. She was shocked at what she saw. One of those explosions had hit her as well. A large piece of flesh was gashed from her left side. The wound was still seeping blood. Also both of her legs were bleeding, her flesh still smoking from the explosion. The injuries were deadly, but there was no pain. No pain in her legs or side, only in her head, a killing pain in her head.
Fine then, her end has come. She was willing to accept it. She turned on her back and closed her eyes and waited. Waiting for Hades to come in her sight, he will come to punish her because she hasn't been a good girl. Even so she would not fear him, fear is for weaklings, weaklings like Xena. No Callisto will no sink that low.
That was a voice, was she finally going to Hades? But it was a female voice, Hades never let's women do his work. Strange maybe she was just hearing things.
"I should leave you here to die."
There was that voice again, maybe it wasn't her imagination, maybe it was real. Her eyes opened and fell upon a black haired woman. Her hair tied in a braid, hanging over her shoulder. Eyes colored as blue as the sea, but they were burning with hatred and sadness. Callisto looked at her outfit. It was made of leather, strong leather. A warriors outfit no doubt about it. And the sword that was resting on her back proved it. Callisto looked the woman in her eyes again. Now they were calm and confident. This woman probably would want to end her life a little bit sooner.
"Go ahead, kill me…"
She hardly managed to speak out the words. As soon as they were said blood spat from her mouth.
The woman eyed her, not sure what to do. Callisto could see the doubts in her actions. However the woman's next actions were unexpected. She reached for Callisto and hauled her over the shoulder. More blood spat out of her mouth and suddenly she felt the enormous pain in her legs. Callisto screamed out in pain, pain caused by the woman when she was hauled upwards. Now she was resting on the woman's shoulder. And her eyes fell upon the village. The village had turned into a complete bloodbath. Body parts were spread through out the entire village. None of the twenty men she had brought with her had survived and neither had the villagers. She was the only survivor.
But soon she too was to die as well. Not a mortal being can survive these injuries. Then why was the woman helping her. She didn't want to be helped, she wanted to die.
"Let me go," Callisto said croaky "before you'll regret it."
She could hear the woman shrug, and completely ignoring the threat. The woman walked towards her horse, with every step she took, the pain increased. She couldn't stay awake anymore and soon the world faded black.
A small boy was in her sight when she woke up. He had black hair and blue eyes, just like the woman who had took her from the village. He was smiling at her and started to talk.
"Hello, my name is Dent."
Callisto hissed at him, she scared him and he hurried out of the room. He was calling for his mother.
Then her eyes shot open and she jumped up. Her hands moved over her side, nothing there. She looked at her legs, clean…not a single scratch. How was that possible? just a few hours ago there were injuries, lethal injuries. But she was very much alive, no doubt about that.
Footsteps were nearing and when she glanced up the woman stood in the door opening, right beside her was Dent. It was clear to Callisto this boy is her son. But what had the woman done to her, why are all her injuries gone.
"Who are you?" Callisto demanded.
The woman tapped her son on his back and motioned him to leave. The boy applied and left the room. The woman closed the door and took a few paces closer to Callisto. The sword was still on her back, she wasn't taking any chances with Callisto.
"My name is Camilla."
Callisto looked angry at her. Camilla stayed calm and confident, she knows who she'd brought in her house, a murderer, a vicious killer. She was risking her and her son's life, but why.
"What did you do to me?" Callisto sounded even more demanding.
"You're wounds are healed, I didn't do anything to you."
"I'm not stupid off course my wounds are healed, what I want to know is why and how you did it."
"It's needless to let a person die while the person can still be saved, no matter who it is." Camilla paused "I have the ability to heal and used it to safe you're life."
Callisto frowned, healing abilities? She'd heard stories about that before but never believed in it, until today. This woman might be too valuable to kill, she could come in handy. Wounded men can be recovered quickly, a powerful weapon against her enemies. First things first, she had to go back to her camp.
"I didn't ask you for anything, now I want to leave."
Callisto pushed Camilla aside and walked outside the room to a door that had to lead to open air.
"You can't go anywhere it is…"
Callisto refused to listen to her and opened the door. After only a single step Callisto already stopped. The were mountains everywhere. Right now it was snowing terribly and at the look of the thick pack of snow in front of her it must have been snowing for over two days.
"The winter has started." Camilla had come to Callisto. "In the winter the roads are unable to travel. You have to stay here until spring."
For a moment Callisto was speechless. She placed all the puzzle pieces together. Camilla had done this on purpose, it must be. It gave Callisto reasons to kill her and for a split second she was about too. But it had no use to kill her, she knew how to survive in a place like this, with this weather. Callisto's life is once again in Camilla's hands.
One thing was still troubling her, it was still weeks before winter when she attacked the village.
"How long have I been here?"
"A full month already." The woman answered.
So this is the start of my first Xena fic. Hope you liked it, please Review and tell me what you think of it.