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PROLOGUE--

Flames. Reaching toward the heavens like outstretched hands. A thick, black smoke wafted through the air. It carried with it the smell of death and destruction. Weak, scattered cries of pain and pleading rose above the stomping of the horses. Various soldiers barked out orders in a further attempt to wash out the death knell.

The armor clad soldiers once so eager for battle stood nearby. They watched as the wildfire claimed the village instead of them. No one was sure what started the fire only that in the arid village it quickly consumed everything. Most of the towns people were too frightened to come out of their huts when they were attacked. The she-demons army was well known and feared and because of that fear, most of the towns population perished in the hellfire. Those that escaped the burning buildings now cowered in shock. The screams of the injured and dying echoing in their ears over the crackle of flames.

Slowly, as if in a dream, a young girl of no more that ten winters opened her eyes. Glancing around her she was assaulted by the sight of what was once her home. Everything was burning. The hut of an old woman who baked treats for the children was now scorched ashes as was the woman herself. With great effort the girl turned her head a bit and looked at her own hut. It was little more than a pile of smoldering wood and mud. The cries of her mother as their home burned down around them still rang in her ears. Her younger sister had made it out and safely into the surrounding woods. She had been right behind her when her mothers cry for help stopped her.

A section of the ceiling beam had collapsed on her mother and the flames engulfed her. The young girl tried to help her mother, pulling at her and the burning wood on top of her. At one point her own clothes caught fire but she scarcely noticed and continued trying to save her mother. Even after her mother's screams stopped, the child continued pulling on her in an effort to free her. The girl had been badly burned on her back and arms and was overcome with the smoke filling the tiny hut. Consciousness was beginning to fade when suddenly she felt arms about her, pulling her out of the smoke and flames.

A short time later she found herself lying on the dusty, sun-baked earth. The pain of her burns were quickly encasing her and threatened to carry her into darkness. She fought against it, wanting to see one thing before she was carried away to Tartarus. She had to see the face of the leader of this soulless army that had claimed her family and life. Her friends and neighbors had repeatedly screamed out the Warrior's name and at last she got a clear glimpse of the woman as she rode through the burning wreckage. The Warrior stopped a few yards away surveying the remains of the once peaceful village and shouted orders at the soldiers.

The Warrior was riding a blond mare and scanned the destruction she had wrought. She was tall, muscular woman dressed in black leather and shiny armor. Her hair, black as the night, was flowing down her shoulders. Her eyes, so brightly blue their intensity threatened to blind anyone brave enough to meet them. The broad sword she had wielded so effortlessly and mercilessly was now by her side as one of her soldiers rushed forward and began rapidly talking.

The injured girl couldn't make out any of the conversation but it was apparent that the Warrior was angry and upset. She glared at her man as his motions became more frantic. The Warrior again scanned the burnt remains of the village and this time her eyes locked on the injured girls for a moment. The Warrior saw hatred and pain. Although she couldn't be sure, the girl thought she saw a flicker of regret in the ice blue eyes of the Warrior.

It was the last thing the child saw as the battle against pain was decided and she fell into darkness.

She sat up suddenly. The dull ache in her arm and hand were the only waking reminder of the nightmare she had just relived. The night was silent except for the whispering of the wind through the nearby trees. Quickly she stood up, pulling her sword from its sheath and then quietly walking to the edge of the forest surrounding their camp.

A few deep breaths helped ease the tension that had mounted with the dream. Looking at the faces of her charges put her even more at ease. They were so young and innocent and had lost everything, just as she had years ago. Their lives would be much different though. She had sworn an oath to herself and the memory of her lost family that no innocent would suffer as long as she could prevent it.

A guard situated near the camp border nodded as she passed and vanished into the forest. The majority of her soldiers had been with her long enough to know of her nightmares. It was what kept her from sleeping more than a few hours a night. They were also the cause of her nightly walks. Those closest knew that it helped ease the painful memories and they knew her well enough to know that she should handle any trouble that might arise.

Casually, she walked into the dark forest and after awhile settled on a suitable spot of isolation. She didn't fear the night or the woods, she had seen things far worse. The area was a small clearing surrounded by tall oak trees and she kneeled down on the cool dew soaked grass. Glancing up she spotted the highest tree top and spoke in a low firm voice, "Is it time?"

The wind picked up slightly, carrying a whispered reply. "Soon."

Licking her lips, she looked down at the ground. She shivered as her emotions churned. There was a slight hesitation before she spoke again this time her voice not as firm, "I'm scared my Huntress. I trust you as always but this time--."

The soft voice interrupted her, its tone like a reassuring mother, "My child, after all you have seen and done this should not frighten you. I have always been with you and will guide you from harm. Your mission is important and must not fail. There must be Guardians and I was very careful when I chose you as mine. Before you can continue your mission you must face your past and its time is coming."

The woman smiled warmly, "As you wish Artemis." With that she stood up and took a few steps then stopped. Turning, she looked back at the tree top, "If you're certain there is no other way." When she received no response she nodded and continued her walk back to camp.

Several minutes later when she had disappeared into the thick woods, a brilliant light drifted down from the tree tops and settled where the young woman had kneeled. Artemis the Huntress watched as if she could still see the girl in the overgrowth a look of motherly love on her face. "You will do well my daughter." She whispered after her, "You are stronger and have a braver heart than even you suspect."

The light was beaming brightly now and without warning it shot skyward toward Olympus.

The sun had only been up for a few hours and already the heat was radiating off the nearby rocks and ground. Most of the animals were already seeking a cool place to nap away the days' heat. The songs of the birds had dwindled to a mere chirp off and on. The last few days had been rain free and incredibly hot, leading many to believe that the Gods were angry about something and punishing the earth with a drought.

Xena rode Argo gently, not wanting to over stress her this early in the day. They still had a good distance to cover before sundown and she wanted to make Vesperous before the sun rose to it's highest. She planned to be in Barbus within the next few days to help a friend with a problem of a band of trouble makers. After that she hoped to take a rest and visit her mother in Amphipolis.

Gabrielle strolled along beside her casually, still sleepy and feeling the effects of the sun.

"It's going to be another scorcher today." She stated, breaking their comfortable silence.

As usual Xena gave the shortest possible response, "Yep."

They continued for several minutes in silence but as Gabrielle became more alert her tongue also awoke, "How far did you say it was to Vesperous?"

Xena glanced up at the sun and then at the horizon, "We should be there in an hour or so."

Gabrielle nodded and kicked at the piles of dirt in the road, "I hope they have a decent marketplace." She said more to herself than her companion.

Xena smiled slightly, amazed at how the most trivial thing could be turned into a major disaster by her aspiring Bard friend. "Don't worry Gabrielle. They have a small but well stocked marketplace."

"Oh, I'm not worried," She admitted, "it's just that we're getting really low on supplies. The thoughts of another tree bark soup make me nervous."

They continued in silence, Xena keeping a constant eye out for trouble and Gabrielle talking softly to herself as she worked on a new tale.

As Xena predicted, they hit town just before noon, and true to her word the marketplace was well stocked and well populated.

As Gabrielle went from stall to stall looking for the best deals, Xena became aware of the town's people watching her closely. She stopped and looked around inconspicuously, and got the distinct feeling of walking into a hostile war zone. Her sixth sense told her not to linger in the open for much longer and she always listened, it had saved her life countless times.

"Let's go." She said softly but firmly to Gabrielle and began walking way from the marketplace.

Gabrielle knew her friend very well and immediately followed. Once they were in a less populated part of the village, Xena relaxed, but never let her guard down completely.

"What, may I ask was that about?"

They had reached a section of town where most of the people made their homes. Xena quickly scanned the nearby huts, spotted the one she was looking for and led the way, "I didn't like the welcoming stares we were getting."

Before she could say more, she saw an old man come out of the hut she was advancing on. He looked up and saw her, smiled briefly, then glanced around to see if any of his neighbors had seen the welcome. He shook his head slightly and nodded toward a nearby grove.

Before she could change her path, they were stopped by two large burly guards, who seemed anything but welcoming.

"You new in town?" The largest one, obviously the leader asked.

"Just passing through." She answered, watching them for trouble.

Trouble happened almost instantly as the men raised their swords and swung at the two women. Xena had her sword out in the blink of an eye. After a few well-placed swings and bottom of her boots to the men's faces they were on the ground, unconscious. She looked around to make sure no others were coming and then corrected her path. Within minutes she and Gabrielle were in the center of an orange grove. The air seemed cooled and smelled of citrus as they settled in the shade and waited.

"Who was that man?" Gabrielle questioned as she pocketed a few of the oranges.

"Krosis, an old acquaintance. Maybe he can tell us what's going on around here."

Xena was up, and her sword drawn before Gabrielle heard the first leaf rustle, but she followed suit and held her staff ready.

The old man appeared and gasped when he saw them waiting. He quickly made sure they were alone, and then greeted them with a smile. "Xena, pardon my hesitant attitude but what are you doing here?"

She relaxed the sword but kept it unsheathed, "I came to get supplies and I thought I'd look in on you. I felt like the prize pig at a feast in town, what is going on here?"

The old man sat under the nearest tree and sighed, "There was an attack on a nearby village. It's not the first and the survivors all seem to vanish without a trace. They started about three weeks ago, there is no pattern and they seem very skilled. Strangers are not very welcome around here, and unfortunately memories are long where you're concerned."

"Who's responsible?" She asked simply.

He shrugged, "That's the worst part, no one knows. The Army attacks, kills, scavenges, and disappears. They leave no clues behind, not even wounded or dead. Of course when you showed up in town, the fires were lit."

Now Gabrielle jumped into the conversation, "What do you mean, the fires were lit?"

Xena and the old man looked at each other for a second before she received an answer, "They think I'm responsible."

They had left town shortly after the meeting with Krosis, without supplies and with very little information. After a couple of hours of riding, the heat of the day became unbearable and Xena spotted a shaded area near a brook a few yards from the road.

She took care of Argo first, making sure the horse had water and was sufficiently shaded, then joined Gabrielle at the brooks' edge rinsing the road dirt and sweat off their arms and faces.

They finally settled under the large Oak tree by the water and Gabrielle pulled out her orange stash, which was a welcome change from their usual fare.

Xena had already devoured one orange as Gabrielle finished skinning her first, "I can't believe that they think you're responsible." She replied as she handed Xena another.

This time she took her time with her snack, "My army was very active in this area a few years ago."

Gabrielle turned to face her friend, "That was a long time ago. You're not like that anymore. How long before these people start accepting that?"

"Bad memories fade slowly."

She was silent for a moment, eating her orange and thinking, something obviously bothering her. Xena watched her but didn't pry, she knew when Gabrielle was ready to continue she would.

"Krosis" she began anew, "he's your friend, right? He didn't act like much of a friend."

She knew what the statement meant but only answered, "He's an old man."

"But he's supposed to be your friend," She continued, "He was afraid and ashamed that someone would see him with us."

"With me." She corrected.

"Some friend." Gabrielle finished flatly.

Xena spoke hesitantly, "As I said he's an old man. He's lived there most of his life, his neighbors only know my reputation not me. He has to look out for himself and I understand that.

I'm used too not getting a warm reception."

Gabrielle couldn't let it go, "But he's your friend and that Xena is in the past. Friends are supposed to help each other out. I'd never turn my back on you, no matter what."

She stopped eating and looked at her friend warmly, "One day you may have to, if it means saving your life."

Now Gabrielle stopped eating and stared at her friend, "There is nothing that could make me

be ashamed to admit knowing you. You're my best friend, and I'm proud to say it."

Argo stomped at the ground causing Gabrielle to look away and miss the slight blush that rose in Xenas face. By the time she turned back around Xenas face had returned to its stoic demeanor.

"Thanks. That means a lot," She answered softly, "but the fact still remains that the old Xena was not a very nice person and still has a lot of enemies. Some of those good honest people. Do you not remember the reception I got at your village?"

Gabrielle nodded and reflected on her first meeting with Xena Warrior Princess. It seemed longer than three years since that first encounter, but she could clearly remember the reaction of her family and friends. Even after she had saved their lives from Draco's men, being wounded in the process.

Her father had been one of the first ones to thank her for saving their wives and daughters. Then the whispers of her identity surfaced and the entire village turned cool. The Elders asked her to move on as quickly as possible.

She remembered coming to the defense of the Warrior. Reminding her father and the others that Xena was hurt and had just saved them. Could her wounds not be tended before she left?

Before an argument broke out Xena had quietly grabbed her things and said she was just passing through anyway.

Gabrielle was fascinated by the meeting. She had heard all the horrible stories of The Warrior Princess and her army, but the woman she met didn't seem like the same bloodthirsty animal of the stories. Because she followed her heart and head, she had begun the adventure of a lifetime, leaving behind a boring life in a small village.

Then she thought of Perticus, her betrothed by family arrangement. She had left him behind as well not anxious to marry. Though he had been sweet and handsome, she wanted more than a farmer and to be more than some farmer's wife.

When they met again, he was a soldier. No longer the innocent farm boy and she was no longer a little village girl and this time their love was mutual.

They had sealed their love in marriage a few months later, but their lives together had been cut painfully short by the murderous Callisto.

Her appetite suddenly gone she threw the half-eaten orange across the clearing and stood up, "I'm going for a walk." She stood up and ventured away from their shaded resting area.

Xena watched her walking beside the brook, her head down in deep thought and instantly recognized the mood that had come over her friend. She silently scolded herself for mentioning Gabrielle's home village.

Outwardly Gabrielle had seemed to recover fairly quickly from her husbands' murder, but inwardly she was never quite the same innocent she had been. A piece of her had died with Perticus that day and the change was only noticeable to those who knew her best. Most of the time she maintained her usual facade but on occasion she slipped into a quiet, reflective posture.

For several months after his death Xena had been awakened late at night by her soft crying.

She had tried to comfort her friend, her heart aching at the guilt of being partly responsible for Perticus's death.

Had she killed Callisto when she had the chance at their first meeting, Gabrielle would have been happily married and starting her family by now. Although Gabrielle assured that she never blamed her friend, Xena felt a heavy burden of guilt. Gabrielle had even reminded her that had she not arrived when she did, she would have been dead as well. Xena knew it was true but that didn't help ease her conscience.

"Stop that." A firm voice broke the revelry.

Looking up she saw Gabrielle standing beside Argo, her usual demeanor and smile back in place, "We'd better get moving."

Xena popped the last bit of orange in her mouth and stood up, gear in hand, "Yep, it'll be dark in a few hours and I want to reach Emola before then."

She saddled Argo while Gabrielle refilled their water flasks, and in a matter of moments the gear was loaded and she climbed into place in the saddle. Once settled she reached down a hand to Gabrielle, "Come on."

Gabrielle was a bit caught of guard by the gesture. The only time both rode Argo was when there was trouble and they needed to move fast. She quickly glanced around looking for the trouble that Xena had spotted.

"It's too hot to walk and we need to make up some time." Xena explained, her hand still outstretched.

Gabrielle grasped her hand and was pulled up. She settled behind Xena, "I'm glad you came into my life when you did, and I'm glad you're my friend."

Xena glanced over her shoulder and smiled, "Me too." She nudged Argo and they began down the dusty road at a slow pace.

Emola was a small village located in a fertile valley whose main businesses were horses and grain. Xena and her army had allowed the place to survive because the villagers eagerly supplied her troops with all the hay and grain they needed. Although she would have never admitted it back then, she also found the valley beautiful and peaceful. High grass green and lush, wild flowers covering the tops of the hills, a thick strip of trees surrounding two sides of the town and a large clear lake to supply the water for the town's people.

They reached Emola long before dark and discovered two things. The town had been the obvious victim of a recent attack and it was currently under siege again. The attacker this time was the lowest of scum Zeus had ever allowed breath.

As they topped the hill above town, they saw a large force of Slavers battling a small band of soldiers. The soldiers fought fiercely but were badly outnumbered and were being worn down. The battle seemed centered around one of the few still standing buildings. When Xenia caught a glimpse of what was in the building, she knew why the soldiers fought so hard.

"One thing hasn't changed since the old days," She growled as Gabrielle slid off Argo, "I hate Slavers." A familiar war cry sounded from the hill and Xena charged down into the valley. The fighting stopped for a brief instant when both sides heard the war cry. The soldiers used it to their advantage to take out a few more of the slavers.

Argo came to a stop a few yards from the fight and Xena flipped off the horse and landed in front of a slaver. He was a tall, muscular man with greasy hair and bad teeth. He looked surprised by the woman in front of him but wasted no time bringing up his sword.

Xena brought up her sword, meeting his in mid air. Their steel met with a clashing roar, adding another chorus to the metal song that filled the air.

The force of the clash caused him to take a step back. He quickly recovered and raised his sword again but never used it as Xenas fist firmly connected with his face. His eyes crossed and he fell to the ground, unmoving.

She glanced to her right and saw one of the soldiers, a short, slender helmeted fighter, taking on two slavers at once fighting like a lion but losing ground. She moved to help him when

Gabrielle arrived on the scene.

She tapped one of the slavers on the shoulder with her staff and when he turned to face her she promptly took him down with a sweep to his legs. The final punch of the staff into his stunned face ended the confrontation.

He was quickly joined on the ground by his friend as the young soldier nodded to Gabrielle and moved to intercept the next attacker.

Across the compound two men suddenly appeared in front of Xena leering, "This one will bring a good price at the slave pit."

"Hi boys," She smiled, "Wanna play?"

They grinned at one another and reached toward her, gripping only air as she leaped into the air and delivered a well-placed boot into each mans chest on the way down. They flew backwards landing on their backs, momentarily stunned.

She somersaulted in the air and landed at their feet, sword in hand, "Are you tired of playing already?"

Slavers relied on bullying the weak and taking advantage of the down trodden. Usually when faced with a real fight they ran like frightened rabbits. Scrambling in the dirt one of the men didn't disappoint, the other was more stubborn. He jumped to his feet, his sword ready and snarling like a mad dog complete with foaming at the mouth.

She shook her head, kicked the sword out of his hand and put him back in the dirt with a flying kick.

A commotion to her left caught her attention and she saw two of the soldiers fighting off five slavers as they neared the door of the main building. She had the Chakram in action in a flash. The spinning disk ricocheted off a building, a wagon and an unconscious slavers head. Next, it clinked against the five slavers helmets dropping them one by one like dominoes before returning to her waiting hand.

The two soldiers waved their thanks and prepared for the next onslaught. More of the slavers were beginning to flee from the fight but a few stubborn men remained.

Xena started after some of the rabbits when she heard a familiar voice yell her name.

Spinning around she was just in time to see a slaver knock Gabrielle off her feet into a pile of debris. Gabrielle tried to regain her footing but fell, her head firmly connecting with an old wagon wheel as she went down.

"Gabrielle!" Xena called out as the young woman hit the ground with a loud thud.

She lay still as the slaver smiled, moving into position over her. With a sneer in her direction, his sword raised to strike.

The helmeted shoulder heard Gabrielle cry and glanced at Xena and then back to Gabrielle. In the blink of an eye the soldier went into action.

Xena moved toward her friend but knew she would never make the distance. Then she realized that the young soldier had left his sword in the belly of the slaver he was fighting and was unarmed as he ran to Gabrielle's assistance. She grasped her Chakram and took aim.

The soldier hit the attacking slaver running full force and knocked him backwards a few steps. Then promptly took a protective stance between the unconscious Gabrielle and persistent slaver.

Xena held the Chakram and continued toward them. Stopping again when she saw the helmeted soldier reach behind his back and pull a pair of chobos from his belt.

She had assumed that it was a young boy under the helmet but now realized it was a woman. Watching in surprise as the soldier twirled the Amazon fighting sticks with skilled precision and grace. The woman brought the sticks across his chin and then delivered a crushing blow to each shoulder. A few more strikes and he was on the ground, permanently. The Amazon stayed in her protective stance by Gabrielle as another thug advanced.

Xena was on her way to help when her path was blocked by a large tree of a man wielding a battle axe. He tossed the axe back and forth in his large calloused hands, challenging her.

She looked at his battle scared face and sighed. Worry and exhaustion were beginning to settle in, "Let's get this over with, Tiny." She replied taking a fighting position.

He was off balanced by her flippancy, but quickly leaped into battle, swinging the axe full force, aiming for Xena's head. In return she simply ducked and let his momentum carry him around. Then flipped over him, landed and kicked him with such force that there was a loud smacking sound as he ran head first into the wall of a nearby building.

Axe man bounced off the wall and staggered back trying to shake off the effects of the blow. When he turned back to face the Warrior Princess, he met a one-two kick that stopped him cold. He stood upright for a second. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell to the ground like an old tree.

That was enough for the other attackers. They began scattering and running toward the hills, leaving wounded and prospective slaves behind. The soldiers held fast, not pursing them. When the slavers were almost at the top of the hill, then the soldiers began checking their injured comrades and moving into the building they had fought so bravely to defend.

Xena rushed over to Gabrielle and found the Amazon kneeling beside her, examining her wounded head.

"What happened?" Gabrielle asked weakly as Xena knelt beside her and took hold of her hand.

The Amazon finished her check, "A nasty bump, but you'll be okay. Probably have a headache the size of Olympus though."

Xena began her own check as the Amazon removed her masked helmet. She stopped long enough to get a look at the soldier and was immediately struck by her youth. She was perhaps a few years older than Gabrielle, with shoulder length brown curly hair, fair complexion and hypnotic green eyes. The familiar earring of Melosas tribe dangled from her left ear, and a brightly colored blue headband signifying a warrior adorned her head.

She had already applied a pressure bandage to Gabrielle head, so there was nothing left to do but make her comfortable. "Thank you." Xena replied as the Amazon stood up.

The Amazon looked back at the building and then met Xenas eyes, "Thank You." She replied simply.

One of the soldiers called out, "Captain." And the woman turned to acknowledge.

"I'll be back." She assured and disappeared into the building.

Xena turned her attention back to Gabrielle, "How are you feeling?"

She took a breath, lightly touched her head and closed her eyes, "Like I was hit with one of Zeus thunderbolts."

Xenas tone was filled with relief, "Thank Zeus you have a hard head. Just lie still and rest. The slavers are gone."

The Amazon and her soldier came out of the building and summoned the others. As each soldier approached they began reporting to the Captain. None of the villagers had been hurt, two of their soldiers were badly injured and four were dead. As the dead were named the Amazon dropped her head in silent prayer for their brave efforts. The reports continued and after a moment she took a deep cleansing breath and resumed command attitude. She scanned the compound and then looked up at the rapidly fading sun as the last of the reports were heard.

"We'll camp here tonight," She began, "Fabius, see to the injured. Hernam, Basty check these vermin lying around and take the bodies into one of the old buildings."

"The injured?" Hernam, the tall, muscular red head questioned.

"No survivors." Was the answer. "Beldon, Giles Benedictus and Delia secure the area and set up watches. Leonis, Xanthus and Otes you get camp set up."

A young woman came out of the building timidly, "Captain?"

Amazon turned and her features immediately softened, "Yes Chloe."

A few of the other villagers joined her in the doorway. All of them were dressed in farming clothes and bore the bruises and demeanor of survivors of a raid. "Let us help." She spoke for all of them.

They had lost everything family, friends and homes. Despite that they weren't ready to lie down and die and she admired them even more, "Of course. We could use some help." She turned to Leonis, a tall slender older man, "Will you assign duties to our friends?"

Leonis nodded and motioned them out of the building, assuming his roll as second in command.

The camp was becoming a flurry of activity when the Amazon ventured back to Xena and Gabrielle. She handed Xena a flask of water and kneeled beside them. "How is she?"

Xena had just used a pressure point to help ease her friend's headache and now she was dozing. "A bad headache but she'll be fine."

"Without your help," the Amazon began, "These people would be the property of slavers. My name is Bethany and I am in your debt."

Xena looked at the villagers, recognizing the look that they wore. She had left countless people like this behind in her earlier days, it seemed only right that she help them for a change.

"I'm Xena." She looked down at her sleeping companion, "My friend Gabrielle. Your debt is paid in full."

The woman seemed stunned for only a second when she heard Xena's name then her face regained its normal setting. Most would not have caught that look of surprise it had been so quick but Xena did. She said nothing as Bethany began speaking, "We are from Havenous. We ride patrols in this area and try to help when a village has been attacked and before the slavers move in. These people were in a village that was destroyed about a days ride from here. We're escorting them to Havenous to start anew. Your friend was hurt helping us. We don't have much but I can offer you a hot meal, warm fire and thankful company. We'd be honored if you'd stay with us at least for the night."

It was a heartfelt offer and although Xena was anxious to reach Barbus this offer was tempting. Gabrielle needed a safe place to rest and with only eleven soldiers to protect thirty villagers, mostly children, these people could use an extra sword for a day or so.

"I accept your offer, thank you."

Bethany smiled, "Good. Now let's find a more comfortable place for your friend to get some rest."

Leonis, Fabius and Xena got the wounded settled and because of her medical ability Xena took over the care of the injured so Fabius could help elsewhere. As she checked and changed bandages on some of the villagers she could tell that they had been tended to with care and skill.

In no time with the help of an older village woman named Mara and her teenage son they had cleaned, sewed and bandaged the two soldiers and had everyone else resting comfortably. As she finished the last bandage, she noticed the older woman watching her with an odd look on her face.

When the woman realized that Xena was aware of her stare she blushed, "I'm sorry. It just amazes me that warriors so fierce can have the gentle touch of a healer."

"Warriors?"

The woman nodded, "Yes. The Captain has been tending to our wounded personally. To watch her with the wounded and see her with the children, you would never suspect that she can be as fierce as Aries when there's trouble."

"Killing is easy," Xena responded, "To save and preserve life, that's the hard job."

Mara grabbed a water flask and stood up her bones creaking in protest, "Bethany said almost the same thing." And she moved off to offer water to the wounded.

Xena scanned the activity around her. The soldiers moved quickly and efficiently. With the help of some of the villagers they had already cleared the bodies of the slavers and were almost done setting up camp.

A large fire was built in the center of camp and the smell of stew was beginning to float on the evening air. Two of the village women and one soldier worked at fixing the meal, cutting vegetables and slicing bread. She spotted the soldiers in the dimming light guarding the perimeter of the camp about thirty yards out.

On the far side of the camp were the children, and where she found Bethany. The children ranged in age from infants to just shy of teen age. A middle-aged woman and one of the younger woman cared for the infants and toddlers changing diapers and feeding them.

Bethany kneeled in the dirt surrounded by six children playing a game that involved drawing in the dirt. One of the little girls had her leg in splints that kept getting in her way, but Bethany took her time with them allowing the girl to keep up with the rest of the children. Earlier the children had been quiet and sedate. Many of them now orphans had seen their parents and siblings murdered for no reason.

Bethany sat with them, talking to them instead of at them. Played their games and lost convincingly and when a tear appeared she comforted them like a parent. Watching her with the children and the adults of the village helped Xena understand why Bethany had fought so fearlessly even in the face of defeat.

Again her old memories bubbled to the surface as she looked around the camp. She found herself wondering how many people, innocent people like this had she been responsible for. Had they had someone like Bethany and her soldiers to help them? Before she could fall to deeply into her own dark place, she felt a tap on her arm. She turned and saw Mara's young son standing few feet away. He was only about thirteen summers, with long black hair and deep sad brown eyes. He seemed to flinch and cower when she acknowledged him.

"I'm sorry Warrior." He slowly spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "Mother wanted me to tell you your friends awake."

Xena mustered her friendliest face and gently patted his arm, "Thank you."

The boy relaxed slightly, said nothing and went back to help his mother. Xena let him get a small distance ahead and then followed him.

Bethany too had spent some time observing their guest. She had been so uncertain of her reaction when the two of them finally met, but she was surprised at the calm and peace that had settled over her. Watching Xena treat the wounded had convinced her even more that the stories of her turn to fight for good were true. Because of her own past she had recognized someone who had things to atone for and couldn't help but admire the fighting and healing skills of the Warrior Princess. Her residual fear and uncertainty were rapidly giving way to curiosity. Especially at how she came to be traveling with an Amazon.

She hopped to convince Xena and her friend to accompany them to Havenous. Not only to get some answers to old questions but because they desperately needed someone with Xenas fighting skill and strength. One of the women tending the evening meal called out and made a motion in the air, and the others began making their way to the pot over the fire.

The children immediately lost interest in the game and ran to get in line. As she stood up from the dust Leonis moved up beside her, both of them watching the crowd gather for dinner.

He was about ten years older than her and a full foot taller. He had the muscular build of a career soldier, his head topped off with short curly brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard. His face was weathered and slightly scarred but still handsome and he had blue eyes that twinkled with wisdom and compassion. "You okay?" he questioned, his voice firm but twinged with weariness.

"Fine. You?"

"Same." He followed her gaze and landed on Xena helping her friend sit up and eat. "So that's the infamous Xena Warrior Princess. She is awesome in battle." He committed thinking of her earlier fight with the slavers.

"Without their help I don't think we could have held them off much longer. I'd like to ask them to accompany us to Havenous. We could use an extra sword, especially one as skilled as hers."

As if one, both glanced to the farthest edge of camp where two soldiers stood guard. One tall and slender carrying a long scar down the side of his face. The other a short, heavyset man with a face that bore a strong resemblance to a weasel.

Leonis and Bethany had been friends and fighting together for five years and they knew one another well enough that their communication was almost telepathic. "That might not go over well with some." He spoke first, "Her reputation of late has changed toward a force of good but her past is still fresh in many memories."

"Could I be mistaken?"

He detected a slight hint of uneasiness in her voice, something that only recently had begun showing up in her. For the last few weeks her nightmares had begun getting worse and she seemed more on edge. Considering her past and some of what was happening now he could be more objective and more sympathetic.

"No." He finally answered, "We've fought together too long, and I've learned to trust your instincts. They haven't been wrong yet."

Her smile warmed him and he gave her a wink, "You need to eat and rest. You pull guard duty in a few hours."

Obediently she replied, "Yes Sir." And made her way to the dinner line.

He watched her blend into the group of villagers waiting their turn, admiration flaring its head in his heart.

Xena had managed to get Gabrielle to eat and drink a little and now she was dozing peacefully. She too had eaten and then made a final check on the wounded before she decided to stretch her legs. The sun had been down for over an hour and feeling safe and with full stomachs the villagers settled down to sleep, the camp encased in quiet.

She strolled slowly and quietly through the villagers, some nodding or smiling as she passed and she returned the greetings.

The night air was cooling and she took a few deep breaths, savoring the smells and sounds of the coming night. One of the many gifts that Gabrielle had given her was the ability to notice the simple things. Things most people took for granted or never noticed, including her until Gabrielle pointed them out.

The smell of freshly cut hay or Lotus blossoms. A chorus of tree frogs and crickets making evening music. The splendor of a sunset or rainbow after a storm. These were not the type of things a Warrior paid particular interest to, but then Xena was not the same warrior she had been a few years ago. The symphony was interrupted as she neared the edge of camp and heard voices whose tone had nothing to do with nature.

Benedictus had pulled her aside as she finished her dinner and urged her toward the old building at the edge of town where they had kept the horses secured. Bethany let him lead her into the woods behind the building, knowing that he would be a problem and that his voice could carry his ranting back to camp.

He paced in front of her, the scar down his face twitching in step. "What were you thinking, asking her to stay in our camp? Do you know who she is? What she is?"

Bethany remained calm. In the year since he had joined her patrol he had managed to throw a fit at least twice a mission. She was used to his tirades and quickly becoming tired of them, "Yes, I know who she is. I also know that she helped us and without that help these people and some of us would probably be on the way to a slave market or dead."

He stopped pacing and faced her, "Part of her plan no doubt. Get us to trust her, invite her to join us all the while her army is surrounding us just waiting on her signal. You've let a viper into our midst."

"There is no army, Benedictus. Have you not heard the stories of her helping people? She has changed. Even Hercules calls her friend now. "

"Stories." He replied, anger causing the tone of his voice to rise, "Do you believe everything you hear? She's a demon who uses and destroys on a whim. I've seen the aftermath of her attacks and that you of all people defend her. You know better than any of us what she's capable of."

Anger colored Bethanys features as she held up her gloved hand to stop him, "That is the past and you'd be wise not to bring it up again." She inhaled deeply trying to soothe the anger, "That Xena no longer exists. She risked her life to help us today and her friend was injured. We owe her our gratitude and the very least I can do is offer them a meal and a place to sleep."

"And wake up with your throat cut! I thought you were smarter than this. I will not stand by and let you lead these people to the slaughter. I'm sure the others will have something...." He stopped, looking over her shoulder, hand reaching for his sword.

Bethany turned and saw Xena emerging from the bushes a few feet away. She faced Benedictus and reached to stay his sword. "That's enough!" She almost yelled, wondering how much of the argument Xena had heard.

Xena stood her ground, raising her hands slightly to show that she was unarmed, but her eyes reflected readiness to defend herself if need be. "I don't want to cause a problem. I'll get my friend and we'll ride out now."

"Good. The sooner the better." Benedictus growled, keeping his hand on his sword hilt.

Bethany's eyes flashed as she gave him a look that would cause Aries to cower. Slowly she turned and walked over to Xena.

Never saying a word, she met Xenas eyes and held them. Before Xena could speak, she felt a bit disoriented then relaxed. Bethany's green eyes seemed to glow and swirl like pools of water. Xena couldn't pull her gaze away and really didn't want too. There was a calm reflected in those eyes. A calm that settled into Xenas soul. As quickly as it had begun, the connection was gone and she took a slight step back unsure of what had just happened.

Bethany's face radiated calm and confidence, "That won't be necessary. You are my guest and are welcome to stay for as long as you like. I apologize that you had to overhear this petty disagreement. Please stay."

"You've lost your mind." Benedictus interrupted.

She whirled around her anger resurfacing, "You have insulted our guest, who's only crime here is helping us when we needed it. I am used to your behavior and have been too tolerant but you will not show such disrespect to a friend."

His face and voice oozed contempt, "She is not my friend. She is a butcher and I will not be led to slaughter like an Ox."

Bethany nodded, "Very well. Get on your horse and ride out. The last thing these people need is to hear the rantings of your paranoid mind."

His disbelief was evident as he took a step forward, hand still on his sword, "What?"

Xena could only watch the proceedings uncomfortably. There was more here than her appearance and had gone too far to stop it from playing out.

Leonis appeared behind Benedictus, "She said mount up and leave. Go back to Havenous, if you can find your way and don't plan on ever riding as a part of this troop again."

Knowing that he was outnumbered by better fighters he simply sneered, "Fine. When you don't show up in a few days at least there will be one who knows why." He spun around, pushing past Leonis and untethered his horse. He quickly climbed into the saddle and with a final hateful look rode away from camp.

They all let out a soft sigh and kept staring into the darkness that had swallowed him.

"I'm sorry." Xena apologized after a moment.

"This has been brewing for a while. Long before you ever entered the picture." Leonis assured her.

"Still it might be a good idea to leave. There might be others who share his feelings. I don't want to cause you any problems after the kindness you've shown us."

"The problem just rode away." Bethany answered, "You and Gabrielle are welcome here. I would like you to stay but I don't want to push the matter." She started back to camp then stopped turning back to Xena, "For purely selfish reasons I wish you would stay. We could use a sword like yours to help us get these people home. My troopers are good but we could use the extra help."

Her honesty was a refreshing and welcome change. In truth she enjoyed their company and knew that they did need help. The deciding factor was the woman standing before her. She was as curious about that as the Amazon was about her. "What direction is Havenous?" she asked.

"South. About two days from here." She answered.

Xena looked at Leonis and then back to Bethany, "It just so happens we're heading south to meet with a friend. I think it might be a good idea to travel together, especially since we know there are slavers in the area."

"Safety in numbers." Leonis added.

Bethany's face lit up with a smile, "Good idea. Let's get back to camp. I've got guard duty and we have an early day tomorrow."

The three of them walked to camp discussing travel plans, each of them scanning the camp area for any signs of trouble. As they reached the center of camp Xena took her leave heading for Gabrielle and the wounded. Leonis and Bethany split up and headed into the darkness to assume guard duty.

Xena had spread out her blanket next to Gabrielle and tried to be as quiet as possible as she laid her sword and Chakram beside her bed. She sat on the blanket and slowly began unlacing her boot, weariness creeping up on her.

"Busy day, huh." A soft drowsy voice stated.

Xena glanced to her side, "I didn't mean to wake you. How's the headache?"

Gabrielle rolled onto her side and propped her head on her hand, "Better. Those nerve pinches really helped."

With a soft grunt Xena pulled off one boot, tossed it to the side and began unlacing the other, "Good. You still need to take it easy for a day or two. We'll be traveling with this group for the next couple of days."

She looked around at the sleeping figures and watching guards, "Xena, what did we stumble into here?"

Xena pulled the other boot off and scooted around to face Gabrielle, "These people are survivors from one of the raids Krosis told us about. The soldiers are escorting them to Havenous to start new lives."

"Havenous?" Gabrielle repeated coming more awake and sitting up a little more, "I thought it was just a story."

Xena frowned, "What?"

"Havenous, " Gabrielle began explaining, "was a large Kingdom that was destroyed by a vicious Warlord. The ruins of the city remained empty for years then a group of pilgrims came upon it. Their homes had been destroyed months before and they were looking for a new place to start their lives again. They were overwhelmed by the size of the once great kingdom and loved the peaceful valley that surrounded it so they began rebuilding. As time went by other raid survivors from all over the land heard about the city and came to help rebuild. It took many years and a lot of hard work but it's supposed to have been completely restored and it's entire population a mixture of survivors from different raids."

Gabrielle's gift a gab and listening made her a wealth of information that even Xena had come to respect. "They welcome any people who are in search of a safe haven. They say that there is a Guardian watching over the city and it's people and protects all within its walls."

Xena interrupted, "Guardian? Refresh my memory."

"Chosen of the Gods." Gabrielle supplied. When that didn't seem to help, she continued, "Some of the Gods, the ones who appreciate and like mortals saw that they couldn't be every where to help us and decided to choose certain mortals. Bestow on them a special gift to help in their mission, like super strength or great speed, invisibility, all kind of things. Course all of this is only a myth. Part of the deal is that they can't advertise who they are so no one can really say they've ever met a Guardian."

Xena thought of the way Bethany had looked at her, her eyes glowing and the feeling she had of complete safety in that hypnotic look.

"Was I seeing things or was there an Amazon here earlier?" Gabrielle asked changing subjects and stifling a yawn.

"Yes and you can meet her in the morning. Right now we both need some rest." Xena answered as she lay down and settled into a comfortable position.

"Goodnight." Gabrielle lay down and was asleep in seconds.

Xena watched her friend for a few minutes thinking about the story of Havenous and it's Guardian. Before she could consider too much of the information exhaustion overtook her and she too, was asleep.

Like all Warriors, even when Xena was asleep, she was aware of all around her. As she awoke, she kept her eyes closed, straining her hearing to find what had caused her to wake. She suppressed a smile as she heard Gabrielle's soft snoring beside her. The young woman swore that she never snored but on many nights Xena had been awakened by snorting that could shake the ground.

Further away she heard other snores, groans and mumbling of the sleeping camp. In the far distance she heard a stomp and soft whinny of a horse. Then she picked up the sound of a child crying and thrashing in the throws of a nightmare. It was a several feet away and what had awakened her.

She was about to move when she heard soft rapidly approaching footsteps. Lying on her side she opened her eyes slightly and saw Bethany kneeling beside the child. It was a little girl of about eight, with long blond hair and brown eyes. Xena recognized her as the little girl who had her leg broken when her village was attacked. Mara had told her that the girl's entire family had died that day and that it was only by Zeus that she had lived.

Bethany gently touched the girl's shoulder, her voice soothing, "It's all right Neysa." The little girl woke up, her eyes confused and frightened. When she focused and saw Bethany she relaxed slightly and began crying, "The Monsters."

Bethany picked her up and cradled her, rocking gently, "There all gone now little one. It was only a nightmare. You're safe here."

Her tears subsided but she still shivered, "When I close my eyes I see them. I see what they did to my Mother and Father. I'm afraid they'll come for me too."

Bethany held her tighter and the little girl snuggled closer, feeling safe. "They won't come for you Neysa. I won't ever let them hurt you again."

"Promise?"

"Promise." She answered firmly.

The girl calmed even more, her shivering ending and her eyes began to droop as the rocking continued, "Will you stay here in case they try to come back?"

Bethany smiled, "Yes. I'll always be close to watch over you."

Now the girl smiled and closed her eyes. Bethany continued rocking, humming softly and watching the child as she drifted off to sleep. A single tear ran down her cheek and she closed her eyes tightly to stop more from following.

Xena watched for a few more seconds, then closed her eyes, more curious now than ever.

They were up and moving by dawn. The night had been quiet except for the disappearance of one of the guards. Worry was not paramount considering it was Otes, the weasley friend of Benedictus. After discussion with the other soldiers the conclusion was desertion.

The soldiers moved quickly and with skilled precision packing up the camp. Wounded, small children and the elderly rode in the three wagons they had salvaged at the previous village. The able bodied walked and the soldiers rode their horses evenly dispersed throughout the Caravan. Gabrielle, except for a nice bump on her head, was fully recovered and walked with the wounded wagon. That freed Xena so she could concentrate on what she did best, defense. She, Leonis and Xanthus alternated taking point and moving up and down the caravan.

"Glad to see you're feeling better." Bethany greeted as she walked up beside Gabrielle, her horse trailing behind her.

"Much better." She replied as she got her first clear look at her fellow Amazon. She looked like a typical Amazon except for the chain mail and cloth sleeve covering her left arm and the black leather glove on her left hand. "Thank you for yesterday." Gabrielle continued as they began moving at a more steady pace.

"No thanks necessary," Bethany shrugged her shoulders slightly embarrassed, "We're sisters. We look out for one another. I would have done the same even if we weren't. I am curious why an Amazon is traveling with Xena."

Gabrielle chuckled, "I wasn't when we met. I was only a farm girl."

Bethany nodded, "Adopted by the Nation, another thing we have in common."

"You weren't born an Amazon? " Gabrielle questioned in surprise.

"No. They took me in when I was about ten, after my village had been attacked and my family killed. They're the only family I've had since then. How did you meet them?"

Gabrielle quickly launched into her tale of joining the Amazon Nation. Of meeting Terreis and receiving her right of caste and her training with Ephiny. The death of Melosa and rise of Velasca then her downfall and Godhood. Ephiny wearing the mask of Queen until she could return to assume the role. Her story telling skills were at full and after almost an hour she finished the tale.

Bethany had soaked in every detail in silence, a look of profound sadness covering her features. She bowed her head slightly and paid her respects, "My Queen. Forgive me. I've been away from home too long."

Gabrielle blushed and patted Bethany's arm. "No need for all that. Like I said, Ephiny is Queen now. I'm just Gabrielle."

"Queen." She added, her voice still tinged with respect, "However I will respect your request."

Suddenly Gabrielle realized that she had spouted out facts including the deaths of people that Bethany was probably hearing for the first time, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to just blurt all of that out."

"I've been away from the Nation too long. These are things a good and true Amazon would know. Melosa took me in, saved my life. Terreis trained me, and Ephiny was a good friend, stubborn as a mule but a friend. What about Solari?"

Gabrielle smiled gladly able to deliver some good news, "She's fine and Ephiny's right hand."

Bethanys smile returned, "As it should be."

"Why don't you go back for a visit? They'd understand why you've been gone for so long after once they find out the reason. I do and I think that what you're doing to help these people proves more than ever that you are a true Amazon."

Bethany stared at her, her eyes threatening to tear and relief covering her face as if a great sin had been lifted from her shoulders, "Terreis chose well. You may not have been born an Amazon but you are all the things that make them great. I appreciate your understanding."

"So after we reach Havenous and get everyone settled, you're going back for a visit?"

"No." Bethany answered. "I've planned to return several times and something always comes up. I can't leave Havenous and the surrounding villages unprotected. Besides when I left I was a very angry young woman and I'm not sure I'd be welcome there anymore."

Gabrielle thought for a moment, "Okay problem one solution. I'm sure that your second in command could handle things for a few weeks and your soldiers look capable to me." Bethany remained silent so she continued, "Second solution. Xena and I were going to get some rest and relaxation after we got done in Barbus. She's going to Amphipolis and I can come with you to the Nation. That would give us a real chance to talk and me to visit my friends. Besides I have a feeling your life story is as interesting as Xenas."

"Captain?" A voice called from the front of the caravan.

Bethany waved an acknowledgment and pulled at her horses' reins. He moved up beside her and she climbed into the saddle, "I'll think about that and one day I may tell you my life story."

Gabrielle watched her ride away, hopeful and curious.

The sun had risen to its highest point and the heat wave continued. The caravan moved at a strong steady pace but as the heat engulfed them the time for a rest stop was approaching. Leonis had suggested a Persimmon grove about a mile ahead. It was a large shaded area with a lake to offer cool water to cut the dust of the road. After a moment of discussion they quickly agreed to rest there for a couple of hours until some of the heat died down.

Gabrielle was in the wagon with the wounded changing bandages and offering any needed treatment. Xena rode up beside the wagon, quiet and on edge.

Bethany casually urged the horse to trot up along side her, "You feel it too?"

Xena only nodded affirmatively.

Gabrielle finished her bandaging and leaned over the edge of the wagon, "What's going on?"

Bethany acted non-chalant but her voice was tight and agitated, "Don't look around or stare but we're being watched."

"For about the last two hours." Xena added.

"Any idea who it is? What are we going to do?" Gabrielle questioned, looking down at one of the injured.

"Slavers are never this persistent. The ones we met in Emola weren't your typical slavers either." Xena replied and cast a look toward the back of the caravan.

"Unless these are the Raiders." Bethany concluded and reached down to scratch her horses shoulder, "They could be working with the slavers. We'll be stopping shortly for the afternoon rest, that's where they'll try again."

"What's the plan?" Gabrielle piped in.

"Circle?" Bethany offered.

"Meet in the middle." Xena added.

Gabrielle sat back and watched the two of them using Warrior verbal shorthand. She had never met anyone so much like Xena and yet so different. Watching them together was like watching two halves of a whole.

"Idea?" Xena continued.

"Scout ahead." Bethany smiled.

Xena nodded, "Hunt for food?"

"Ten minutes." They agreed.

"Let me guess," Gabrielle interrupted, "I stay here and keep the wounded safe."

"Yes." They said firmly and in unison.

Bethany rode up to the front of the caravan, exchanged a few words with Leonis and then galloped into the distance.

"I'll see you at the clearing." Xena said as she prepared to ride off in the opposite direction.

"Be careful." Gabrielle said as she watched her friend ride away.

The caravan had reached the grove and still there had been no sign of Xena, Bethany or the Raiders. The wounded were left in the wagons but everyone else quickly took advantage of the shade and lake. Some stretched their legs strolling around the lake bank while others laid down under the shade trees napping.

Leonis and the other soldiers spread out and encircled the resting group, none of them resting or socializing as usual.

Some of the older children and adults moved into the cool water splashing and taking advantage of the refreshing change. Hernam casually made his way to the lake and took his position nearby.

Gabrielle passed water around to the wounded and after everyone was taken care of, she sat beside the wagon and took a long cool drink. She leaned against the wagon wheel and closed her eyes, a mild headache beginning. A clash of swords brought her to her feet and she found herself face to face with a large grim-covered man.

He was over six feet tall, as thick as an oak tree and looked as if he had never heard of water and soap. He held a large broad sword and grinned revealing five semi rotted teeth. "I may buy you for myself."

Gabrielle gripped her staff firmly and smiled sweetly, "Not for sale." She replied as she brought the staff up between his legs.

His smile faded, eyes widened and dropped to his knees. The only response he could make was a high-pitched groan. She mustered all her strength and brought the staff down on his shoulder. With a slight twirl, the end of the staff was delivered across his chin as her final comment on the conversation. He crashed to the ground, no longer a threat to the caravan.

She whirled around and saw the soldiers fighting off another attack by the slavers. This time

the odds were a little better but they were still outnumbered. She heard children screaming near the lake and caught sight of Hernam fighting off the slavers heading for the children. Like a flash she was running to help him when she heard the familiar and welcome war cry in the grove behind her.

Just as she reached Hernam she saw a figure rising from the lake, sword drawn and face etched in anger. Bethany leaped out of the water, did a flip in mid air and landed between the slavers and a small group of children.

Hernam could tell by the fearful reaction on the slavers he was fighting that help had arrived. He began fighting with a new intensity, taking down one of the attackers with one swing of his sword.

Bethany swung her sword in a wide but controlled arc. The blow so fierce the two slavers in her way were cut almost in half as they hit the ground. Gabrielle watched in awe as the young woman brought down men twice her size with the skill and precision she had only seen Xena use. When she heard yells back toward camp she turned and ran back to see if she could help Xena and the others.

A man ran to intercept her and she stopped in mid stride bringing the staff into a ready position. He apparently didn't feel she was much of a threat as he reached to grab her arm and was stopped by the staff connecting with his wrist. A loud crunching sound filled the air as the bones in his wrist turned to powder. He cried out, grabbing his limp arm. She lowered the staff sweeping his legs out from under him and ended with the staff connecting with the crown of his head. She continued to camp not bothering to look back at his inanimate form.

Xena was in full stride by the time she reached the grove to help. Three of the thugs were circling her, daring her to do her worst. Most learned that it was not wise to dare Xena and as she began spinning around arms extended, fist clenched with every blow that landed on their noses and chins, they too learned that lesson. Once they were weaving off balance, she jumped into the air, kicked out her legs and brought two of the men to the ground. The third saw his comrades face down in the dust and Xena smiling at him. He left tracks as he turned and ran for the woods.

Gabrielle ran up to join her and together they watched the few still standing slavers make a bee line for the safety of the woods, scurrying like mice.

"Where did you come from?" She asked trying to catch her breath.

"The trees." Xena answered as if was an ordinary happening.

Their conversation was cut short when they heard screams again coming from the lake. Both were off and running, reaching the lake in only a few seconds and found a standoff.

Bethany and Hernam had dispatched all but one of the slavers. He was now holding two small children in front of him as a shield, his sword held steady at their throats. "Get back or I'll take their heads off." He growled at the four of them.

The other soldiers stood their ground protecting the camp but watching with concern and ready to act if needed.

"Hernam." Bethany called calmly, waters still dripping down her face, "Get the other children back to camp."

The children were cowering by the nearby rocks and he quickly moved over to them. His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke to them and quickly hustled them to safety.

Once they were safely away Xena began inching closer, Chakram in hand. Gabrielle moved in on the other side, staff at the ready.

"Don't move any closer." He threatened as he realized that they were trying to flank him. To emphasize his point he pulled the children even closer so that the blade of the sword was against the soft flesh of the little boys throats.

The children were crying and shaking with fear and this seemed to antagonize him even more, "Be quiet and quit your squirming."

Bethany motioned for Xena and Gabrielle to hold their ground and slowly kneeled on the ground. She moved her head slightly until she got the children attention and then held their gaze, "It's all right Festus and Johnus. Just do as the man says and keep still. He won't hurt you."

Xena saw the children relax instantly, their eyes slightly glazed and she wondered again about her own experience with Bethany hypnotic stare.

The struggling of the children ceased and the thug felt more confident, "I want a fast horse. When I get down the road and feel safe I'll drop the kids off."

Bethany said nothing as she rose to her feet standing straight and shoulders back. She met his eyes and held them. Nothing happened for a few seconds but then his grip on the children loosened and the sword dropped to his side.

Gabrielle watched unsure of what was happening and then caught sight of Bethany's hand motioning her forward. "Go to Gabrielle children, now." Her voice little more than a whisper and she never lost eye contact with the thug.

The children quickly obeyed sliding from his grip and running to Gabrielle, who scooped them up in her arms and moved quickly out of range.

Once they were clear the spell was broken. The slaver, realizing he no longer had his human shield charged at her like a bull. Bethany seemed sluggish as she tried to stand but fell back to her knees.

Xena released the Chakram and it caught the advancing man across the throat. He grabbed his throat and stumbled to the ground. After a minute or so he was no longer a threat to anyone. The Chakram returned to her hand and she quickly rehooked it to her belt. She rushed to Bethany who was trying to rise with little success. Firmly she grabbed Bethanys arms and pulled her to her feet helping her stay steady once there. "You all right?"

Bethany took a deep shaky breath, "I'm fine. The children?"

"Don't worry, they're safe. Right now I'm more worried about you. Let's get you back to camp."

Bethany nodded and accepted her assistance.

Despite her protests Bethany found herself in a wagon and was asleep by the time they were under way again. Luckily this time there had been no serious injuries or deaths among the soldiers, but their concern for their leader was etched in their faces and posture.

Giles took point with Beldon a few yards behind. Delia protected the rear and Fabius, Hernam and Basty were scattered along the caravan. Xanthus had ridden ahead to scout out a place to make camp for the night. Leonis rode beside the wagon that carried Bethany, a protector as she slept.

Mara and her son took over treating the wounded while Xena and Gabrielle walked together near the back of the caravan, Argo following closely.

"But I thought the two of you were circling behind those guys to get them before we got to the grove."

"That was the plan." Xena explained, "But once I got into the woods behind them they were scattered and moving so fast that I decided the safest thing to do was get to the clearing. Then ambush them when they ambushed you. I guess Bethany had the same idea."

Gabrielle slowed her pace, raising her eyebrows, "You mean you two didn't plan that?"

"No. I never even knew she was there. I thought she was still tracking the slavers and would follow them into camp or come when she heard the fight."

Gabrielle remained silent for the next few minutes then asked the question that had been on both of their minds, "What happened back there? What did she do to that guy to make him release those kids?"

Xena began telling her about the previous nights confrontation with Benedictus and watching Bethany with little Neysa. Gabrielle listened, the mystery only growing, "What happened when she looked into your eyes?"

"It's hard to explain." The Warrior answered and took a deep breath, "It only lasted for a few seconds but it was a calm, peaceful feeling. Then it was gone."

"Can we trust her? I mean, are we in danger?"

Xena took her time before she answered, reflecting on all the incidents, "I don't think we're in any danger from her. In fact I think she feels like she has to protect us like she does the villagers. When we make camp though I am going to talk to her and get a few answers."

While Gabrielle filled Xena in on the details of her conversation with Bethany, Leonis watched his sleeping Captain with worry. She moaned slightly and tossed, obviously in the throws of a nightmare. He thought about reaching out to touch her shoulder when she suddenly fell silent, her face becoming peaceful.

The nightmare of her burning village and mothers screams ended abruptly. She instead found herself in a vast meadow. A cooling breeze caressing her face and the ground soft like a cushion beneath her knees. Trees surrounded the meadow and wild flowers blazed the landscape with color. A deer came jumping out of the wood and leaped across the meadow, stopping just short of her. There was a blinding flash and the deer was replaced by a young woman.

The woman was short with an athletic frame. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and she was dressed elegantly but simply in a soft brown one piece toga, a bow and quiver of arrows across her back.

Bethany, awestruck, stared for only a second and then lowered her head, "Huntress." She replied her voice full of respect. She had often spoken to the Huntress but had never been honored by a vision of her.

Artemis glided over, her sandaled feet not even leaving an impression on the grass and kneeled in front of her. She clasped Bethany's chin in her hands and urged her head up, "You don't need to bow to me my daughter. I sensed your turmoil and came to you hoping to help."

Bethany hesitantly brought her eyes up and met the Goddess's. The huntress was surrounded by a warm welcoming glow and her eyes so brown they were almost black, were gentle like a deer. "I don't understand what happened with that slaver." Her voice tinged with fear.

Artemis smiled, "Don't be afraid child. Your powers are growing and today you discovered that. Normally they wouldn't leave you this drained but you have been so consumed with worry the last few weeks that it simply used up everything you had, even your reserves."

Bethany took a deep cleansing breath, relaxing slightly, "I guess I have been worried."

Diana leaned back reclining on her arms, "The question is, was the worry realized? Was it as bad as you expected?"

Bethany considered her meeting with Xena before speaking, "No. For so many years I was consumed with hate, fear and anger. I thought I would want to tear her heart out when we finally met but all of that was missing. There was only calm and peace."

"You've grown. Both of you have walked a similar path and now I think you have some understanding of what it is that causes those rages. Did you use your gift to read her?"

Bethany nodded affirmatively.

"What did you see within her?"

"A warrior atoning for her sins by helping the innocent and those who need protection."

"Like looking in a mirror wasn't it?"

"It was a bit unnerving."

"Do you still consider her an enemy?" Artemis questioned innocently.

Bethany shook her head, "No. Surprisingly enough I can call her friend now," Then a look of uncertainty crossed her face, "A friend that will have a lot of questions."

The Goddess's face grew serious and dark, "There are forces working against you my daughter. Forces that I have no control over, so you must guard yourself well and never forget who you are and what you represent." Then she took Bethanys hands in her own, "I am proud of you and what you did today, don't ever forget that."

"This trouble that's coming, I'll be facing it on my own, won't I?"

Artemis frowned and said nothing.

"This is the test you warned me about isn't it. To deal with my past and future."

"Perceptive. Your skills have grown and so have you, beyond my expectations."

She arose, pulling Bethany up with her, "You're strong and you have faithful allies. That is a gift not from me or the other Gods but from within you." There was a flash and she had become a brilliant ball of light.

"Thank you Huntress." Bethany replied as the light began moving away, "I won't disappoint you."

Her ghostly voice buzzed in Bethany's ears, "You never have and won't as long as you don't give up on yourself." Then the light disappeared and Bethany found herself surrounded by darkness.

She awoke with a start. Disoriented until she remembered where she was and saw the friendly face of Leonis hovering above her. "How do you feel? Are you all right?" He asked with concern.

Bethany grabbed the side of the wagon and pulled herself into a sitting position, "I'm fine just embarrassed. How long have I been asleep?"

"A few hours but you needed the rest. This has been a rough trip and you've pushed yourself harder than usual."

"No harder than any of you." She argued.

He cocked his eyebrows and stared at her. "All right." She conceded, "Could I at least have a progress report?"

His friendly features returned, "We didn't sustain any losses in this last attack but the slavers did. They'd be fools to try again."

Bethany looked around spotting familiar landmarks, "Are we near Titans Point?"

"Yes. We'll be camping there in a few hours and if all goes well will be in Havenous by noon tomorrow."

"We've made good time despite all the trouble." A hint of despair in her tone.

She stood up in the wagon and accepted Leonis strong shoulder as a brace as she leaped to the ground. "Do me a favor?" she asked while she untied her horse's reins from the back of the wagon.

"Name it."

She climbed into the saddle and glanced along the caravan until she spotted Xena and Gabrielle, "I'll need to speak with them privately once we get camp set up and everything calms down. Can you cover for me for a while?"

He followed her gaze and nodded. "You're covered." He promised, "You want me to let them know?"

"Please. I"m going to ride point for a while." She started to ride off but Leonis reached for her arm.

"You sure you're okay?"

She put her hand on his and squeezed reassuringly, "Yes, my friend. I just need some time alone, to think."

He returned the hand squeeze and released her so she could ride away. Once she reached the front of the caravan, he turned his horse in the opposite direction and went to deliver the message.

By sundown, camp had been set up, villagers fed, wounded treated and people were settling in for the night.

Titans Point was a stone out cropping at the very top of Mount Helios. A treacherous rock formation that only the Gods could ascend and did whenever they wanted to escape the worries of the mortals. It offered complete protection on one side and it was at the base they made their camp. A small spring supplied plenty of fresh water and a thick lush grassy meadow offered soft bedding for the night.

Because of the stone arc of the Mountain, only three soldiers were needed to guard the outer perimeter. That allowed more rest time for the other troopers and less ground to cover in case of trouble.

When Bethany was certain everything was settled in camp for the evening she went in search of Xena and Gabrielle, finding them lounging beside the spring, relaxing and talking quietly.

She approached cautiously unsure of their welcome. Her fears were quickly laid to rest when Gabrielle smiled, "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thanks."

Xena sat quietly sharpening her sword, content to let Gabrielle get the conversation rolling.

"We were really worried about you for a while."

"Just over did it back there." Her gaze moved to Xena, "My thanks to you Xena. You saved my life."

Xena put the sword in its sheath and set it on the rock beside her, "No thanks necessary."

"But an explanation is." She finished with a sigh and sat down on the grassy hill in front of them.

Xena had never been one to mince words, "Last night during the argument with Benedictus, what did you do to me or was I imagining things?"

"The eyes are mirrors to the soul," She began nervously twisting a blade of grass, "My gift allows me to look into that mirror and see a persons true feelings. Their true essence."

Gabrielle scooted closer fascinated. Xena however seemed uncomfortable, "I heard you defending me before that."

"I had heard stories of your good deeds and I was willing to keep an open mind, but for my charges' safety I had to know the truth. I apologize for intruding."

"So you saw the Xena I know," Gabrielle chimed in, "You know that the stories are true and that the old Xena no longer exists."

"Yes," she admitted, "I'm proud to call both of you friend."

"So what happened at the grove?" Xena asked bluntly.

"Something that has never happened before. Usually when I look into peoples eyes and concentrate, I see the essence. This time I saw more. I was able to control his thoughts and make him release the children."

A light went on in Gabrielle's head, "You're a Guardian."

Bethany dropped her head, obviously uncomfortable, "Yes."

"Wow." Was all Gabrielle could manage.

Xena sensed the apprehension in Bethany and knew it came from having someone pry into her business. It was doubtful that even her own soldiers knew her secret and she wanted it that way. She nudged Gabrielle, "There's no need to say any more."

"But there is," She answered, "I'm proud of my gift but ashamed of why I was chosen."

She took a few moments to compose herself. Only Leonis knew of her pledge and mission and she felt it was time to confide in others particularly Xena. "I serve Artemis the Huntress. I have pledged my life to help the innocent, the children and keep them from harm. It's my way of atoning for my sins."

Her attention captured, Xena sat up straighter.

"Sins?" Gabrielle repeated.

"I told you I was a very angry young woman when I left the nation." She stopped considering her words carefully, "I told you how I came to be with the Amazons." When Gabrielle nodded, she continued. "What I didn't tell you was how badly I was hurt in the attack on my village. Slavers loaded all the survivors into wagons and headed for market. When they realized how severe my injuries were, they threw me out of the wagon into the woods."

Gabrielle was aghast, "They left a ten-year-old girl to die in the woods, alone?"

"Slavers are not known for their compassion." Xena supplied coolly.

"I don't remember much after that except what Melosa and the others told me. Terries and some of the older girls found me and brought me to the tribe. They were sure I wouldn't make it, even the healer, but Melosa said she saw a spark in my eyes that told her differently.'

'Survive I did and was adopted by the nation. They cared for me, taught me and gave me a new family. A family I love as if they were my own blood. But there was also a hatred growing inside me. A hatred born when my village was attacked and my family killed. The older I got the more it consumed me. Melosa saw it and recognized it. She tried to help but the fire continued to grow and I was certain that no one could understand how I felt." She stopped and cupped some water in her hand from the spring.

Xena watched her drink, knowing exactly the kind of rage she described. She too had felt the consuming hatred when her home had been attacked and her brother Lyceus had been killed. It was an emotion so strong that even now just thinking about it made her feel uneasy.

Gabrielle too had experienced some of that feeling when Perticus had been murdered. Yet she had not given into it, possibly because her foundation had been more stable. Growing up she had led an almost idyllic life. A life of close family ties and love that was constant, making her a more giving and understanding person. The kind of person that brought out the best in others.

Xena focused her attention back on Bethany as she continued.

"I .... felt overwhelmed, controlled by my anger. At times it even scared me and I longed to release it. That feeling became so strong that I became fearful for my sisters in the nation. I had a long talk with Melosa and she tried to reason with me, ease my fears but nothing she said helped. I left the nation when I was seventeen, eager to find an army and seek revenge on the attackers, for my family."

"Did you ever find them?" Gabrielle asked hanging on every word.

Bethany sighed and laughed sadly, "No, but I did find others to release my fury on."

A look of confusion appeared on Gabrielle's face but Xena met her eyes knowing what she meant

"We walked the same path." She said directly to Xena, "Now you see why I was willing to believe your change more easily than others might."

Gabrielle recoiled slightly, understanding now "You mean you were a raider? Attacking villages like yours was?"

Her silence was her answer. She bowed her head, the memories and shame still fresh and uncomfortable.

"Gabrielle," Xena began, "Everyone has a dark side. Sometimes circumstances cause that darkness to become dominant in a person. Even you succumbed to that for a short time after Perticus death."

"I know." She agreed grudgingly, "It just seems so surprising that going through something like that as a child could turn you into the very thing you seek to destroy."

Bethany looked up at Gabrielle with watery eyes, "Sometimes the dead are the lucky ones. We just want to be with them, no matter what the cost."

Xena was shaken by the response. In all her years she had never heard someone speak the thought that had crossed her own mind. Callisto was the only one who had ever come close to echoing that idea during the finale of their ladder battle. After she met Hercules she saw another way and left her past life and those thoughts behind. But to hear it now so bluntly and aloud, to know that there was someone else who felt the same, shook her to the very core.

"You changed." Gabrielle started again, "Both of you did. You beat the darkness and left it behind."

"Yes, but darkness has a price." Bethany sighed, "It stays with you forever, never letting you forget or forgive your sins."

"Artemis forgave you. She even chose you as a protector of the innocent." Gabrielle smiled trying to lighten the mood.

"And Xena found you." Bethany grinned.

Gabrielle blushed and giggled but Xena knew that Bethany was right. She had appeared when Xena was at a crossroads. Despite how resistant she had been to the young woman, Gabrielle had stayed with her, becoming a friend, confidant, teacher and even savior on occasion. "You're right." Xena admitted.

"How did you become a Guardian or is that a secret?" Was Gabrielle's next question.

Bethany continued her tale with a lighter tone to her voice and manner, "I rode with an army for a few years. I did a lot of terrible things and one day during a raid I realized that my rage was turning into something else. An excuse to keep from dealing with what had happened to my family and me. As those soldiers terrorized that innocent village, I saw a child standing amid the chaos. She just stood there watching her home be destroyed and neighbors killed. Suddenly it came to me that I had been that child years ago, but now I was an adult and I could fight back. So I did."

Gabrielle's eyes widened with amazement, "You turned on you own army?"

Bethany nodded affirmatively. Refusing to go no further in discussing what had happened that day only that the little girl was still alive and the village still standing in one piece.

The camp was getting quieter now as the sun went down and darkness covered the land. The sounds of children playing mixed with the tree frogs and was carried on the air like a symphony.

"A few nights after that I was alone in a spot not much different from this. I was numb except for the confusion that racked my brain. I couldn't understand why or what was happening to me. I just wanted to be a little girl again and this time not survive the attack on my village. I heard a voice so soft and warm that I thought I was losing my mind. Then I saw a bright light descend from the sky and I thought the Gods had come to answer my prayer until the voice spoke again." Bethany stopped and remained quiet for several minutes.

The suspense was more than Gabrielle could stand, "So what happened? What did she say?"

Bethany smiled reflectively, "She enveloped me in the light and the old Bethany died and a new one was reborn with a purpose, a mission. I pledged that no child or innocent would ever suffer from my actions or lack of as long as there's breath in my body. She has been with me as a teacher, mentor and confessor ever since."

"And she gave you the power to see a person's essence." Gabrielle pushed on.

"That didn't come till after my training and I had proved myself worthy."

The conversation ended when the heard a man clearing his throat and Leonis appeared from the darkness, "Excuse the intrusion but the children are asking for you Captain. They won't settle down."

"Story time." Bethany remembered and rolled her eyes. "I promised I'd tell them the legend of Havenous the night before we arrived."

"The history of how it began?" Gabrielle asked.

"Yes. Do you know it?"

"She told me last night." Xena supplied, "It's fascinating."

Bethany looked at Gabrielle, "Would you like to tell them the story? I've got guard duty shortly and I could never do it justice in just a few minutes."

The aspiring bard quickly stood up, "I'd love to, that is if you don't mind."

"You'd be doing me a big favor and I have a feeling you could do much more for the story than I could." Bethany responded also rising to her feet.

Gabrielle looked at Xena who nodded and nudged her toward the main camp.

Before she took a step Bethany apprehensively touched her arm, "Thank you Gabrielle for everything. Both of you. For listening and not passing judgement."

Gabrielle reassuringly patted her arm, "We're sisters, right? Always."

Bethany bowed her head and repeated, "Always."

With that Gabrielle headed for camp, mumbling to herself the details of Havenous. Leonis followed a few steps behind her, ever watchful.

"That took a lot of courage." Xena spoke up a few minutes later, "Not only confiding your story to us but your surviving the trials that the Gods threw at you. I think the huntress chose very wisely."

Bethany extended her hand to help Xena to her feet. Xena accepted the offered hand and rose up. She stretched, feeling stiff from sitting for so long.

"She is wise." Bethany stated as they began the walk back to camp. "She convinced me that there was someone out there who could understand how I felt. Why I did what I did, because they too had experienced it and that when the time was right we would meet."

Xena cocked her head sideways, "When was this?"

"About four years ago."

Xena's step slowed, "That can't be. That's before I met Hercules so it couldn't be me." She didn't like that her life was being observed that closely by the Gods. She knew that Aries had kept a close eye on her. He had gloated over that during their many encounters but now she was curious who else might be watching and why.

"Spooky, isn't it?" Bethany smiled echoing Xenas thoughts, "I like to think that they only watch us when they need us for something."

They were walking side by side by as they reached the edge of camp. Gabrielle was surrounded by children and some adults who were enthralled as she moved around, her arms making sweeping gestures from time to time for emphasis.

"Does it help?" Xena questioned after thinking about Bethany's statement.

"Nope." She snickered, her tone becoming lighter, "I've got to relieve Delia on duty. I'll see you in the morning."

Gabrielle smiled at them as they approached, never missing a beat from her storytelling. Xena leaned close to Bethany, "No, you'll see me in four hours when I relieve you. You asked me to help and that includes guard duty."

Bethany offered no argument, "All right. I think your Patron chose wisely as well." She waved to Gabrielle and ventured into the darkness surrounding the camp, leaving Xena wandering about her own life change.

The caravan was underway just after sunrise. Although the heat was still present, a promising batch of clouds was moving across the blue sky.

Their mood seemed almost festive as they neared the outskirts of the city. Xena, Gabrielle and Bethany walked together bringing up the rear of the caravan talking about various things. They had already discussed the decision that Xena would not be going any further than the outskirts of Havenous. Gabrielle had protested, wanting to see the mythical city and to finally get some decent supplies at their market but Bethany had understood Xenas reasoning.

Havenous had been in existence for almost twenty years. Its inhabitants all survivors of village attacks, some of those possibly by Xenas army. Their reactions would be the same as Benedictus and could cause an outbreak of violence. Bethany reluctantly agreed but Gabrielle persisted.

Finally Xena relented. She would ride on to meet with an old friend at Barbus and Gabrielle would accompany the caravan into Havenous for supplies. They would meet the day after tomorrow at high noon a safe distance outside the city.

"How far?" Xena asked after they had been moving for a few hours.

Bethany scanned the local landmarks, "Almost two hours out."

"I guess I better get going. It'll be late this evening before I reach Bradus." She tugged Argos reins and the horse moved up beside her.

"You sure you don't need my help?" Gabrielle was feeling a little guilty after putting up such a fuss over visiting Havenous. When Xena had admitted the real reason she couldn't go into the city with her, the young woman had blushed and said no more.

"I'm sure. Alturn said it was just a small band of warlord wannabes. I think I can handle this one. You enjoy your visit and get plenty of supplies." Xena replied as she began checking Argos saddle and her saddle bags.

"Xena?" Bethany called. When Xena turned and met her eyes, the young warrior found her emotions were a jumble, "I can never repay you for your help. Meeting you has . . . meant more than you'll know."

Xena sensed her uncertainty. Snatching a quick look at Gabrielle, she saw that she was aware of it also. She placed her hand on Bethany's shoulder, "All of us have sins to atone for and we do what we can. I'm glad I was there and could be of help. To meet a Guardian has been a privilege, to call her friend is an honor."

Xena extended her other hand and Bethany firmly grasped her wrist, a warrior and friends handshake. They held it for a second longer and then parted.

"I'll see you day after tomorrow." Gabrielle replied stepping up to Xena and giving her a brief hug, "You be careful."

Xena pulled away and gave her a wink, "Always." Then she climbed into the saddle, " You too."

"She's under my protection." Bethany assured her.

With those word Xena knew that she could leave Gabrielle without any worry. She pulled the reins to the left and galloped north east, throwing up her hand as the villagers and soldiers wished her a safe journey.

Gabrielle and Bethany watched her until she disappeared into the distant tree line then they began discussing Havenous.

The excitement began to build as they saw the speck on the distant hill that was Havenous. As they drew closer, the city grew larger and more spectacular.

Gabrielle and the villagers were awed by the size of it and the wall that surrounded it. Only the tops of the tallest buildings rose above the walls and the walls seemed to reach up trying to touch the sky. The barrier was made of stones so thick and sturdy that it would take weeks just to crack it. Various colored banners flew at fifteen foot intervals across the very top of the wall. As they neared the wall Bethany explained that each banner represented a village destroyed and its survivors that had come to Havenous.

Guards were posted along the top of the wall, barely seen because of its construction. In the distance Gabrielle saw a huge gate lower down to the ground and a large group of soldiers ride out. Their uniforms were different, more suited to a city guard than the warrior style that Bethany and her troop wore.

"That's our welcoming committee." Bethany smiled and climbed onto her horse, "Stay close to the wagons. I've got to ride ahead and meet them. I'll see you when we reach the square."

Gabrielle nodded and watched as she met with Leonis and the two of them galloped off to meet the guard. They stayed with them for a few minutes and then rode back to the caravan assuming the lead as they passed through the gate.

Gabrielle stared at the interior of the city as they rode through the streets. It was more like a royal kingdom than a simple city. The buildings were neat and clean as were the stores and houses she saw as they wove through the streets into the center of town. Because of their own history, the residents of Havenous knew how to welcome new arrivals. They lined the streets smiling and offering words of welcome, encouragement and fruits to the hungry.

The city and its people were a blend of cultures. None seemed more predominant than any other and all meshed together in peace. Even those who had been enemies outside the walls were cordial to their neighbors.

The caravan moved slowly Bethany and her troopers in the lead and the city guard along the sides as escorts. After what seemed like an eternity they reached the center of town, at which stood the tallest, largest building surrounded by a well-kept courtyard. On a riser next to the building stood several men and women dressed in more ceremonial clothes and were obviously a ruling body of some sort.

With a small amount of fuss, the group came to a stop and Bethany dismounted. She started toward the riser and was met halfway by an older white-haired man wearing an elegant robe of deep blue. They talked briefly and then the man went back to his place as Bethany stayed at the foot of the riser.

"My friends." His voice boomed, surprisingly strong for his age, "The gods have spared your lives and with the help of our captain of the guard and her troopers, have brought you to safely to Havenous. It has no doubt been a long, hard, painful journey and not all have returned to us. All of us are survivors of such raids and we welcome you. We would be honored if you would consider this your home and us as an extended family. I know you have a lot of questions and they will all be answered but for now let us attend to the injured and get everyone else settled."

The villagers of the caravan cheered as the old man finished and stepped down from the riser. Some of them shed tears of joy and relief others were anxious to get settled into their new home. The city guard began carrying the injured into a building off to the side of the courtyard. Various representatives began moving around the new arrivals to help them find temporary accommodations until their permanent new homes were ready.

The older man gave Bethany a fatherly hug and they spoke for several minutes. When she left him, she slowly made her way to Gabrielle, who stood by the wagons waiting patiently. She was

intercepted half way by Neysa calling her name and wriggling away from the guard who was trying to pick her up and carry her into the healers quarters.

When she approached the wagon the child practically leapt into Bethany's arms and firmly clasped her hands around the womans neck. "What's the matter little one?" She asked brushing a loose strand of blond hair from her face, "You're safe here. These men only want to help you."

"I want to come with you. I'm afraid." She begged almost in tears.

Bethany hugged her tightly, "Neysa, I'm just going to take a walk around town and your leg needs to be taken care of. I promise to come by and check on you when I get back."

"Please take me with you." The child continued refusing to release her grip on Bethany.

Bethany looked at the waiting guard and motioned him away with a nod. He quickly moved away to carry one of the other injured inside.

She cast a look at Gabrielle and shrugged with a smile. Leonis appeared at her side, "How about a piggy back ride around town. We don't expect trouble but Bethany needs to keep her hands free just in case."

Bethany smiled at him warmly and then looked at Neysa, "You know Leonis is a legend around here. He is the greatest piggy backer in the whole city."

Neysa looked at him unsurely and then relented. Bethany helped her climb onto his back and once settled, she motioned Gabrielle to them and the four of them began their tour of Havenous.

The streets were not terribly crowded. Most of the citizenry were trying to help with the newcomers or see if anyone they knew had come in. Walking down the streets Gabrielle looked at the surrounding walls and could tell that they had been designed by raid survivors. It had been built to keep intruders out, highlighted by the outward arcing of the top stones that would be impossible to scale without falling.

City guards were stationed at regular intervals around the city, their job to keep the peace and from what she saw it was a very boring job. The people were friendly and welcoming, possibly more so because of her escorts.

She marveled at Bethanys ability to remember all the names of the people that greeted them. She spent a few moments with each of them exchanging pleasantries and warm words. Bethany even made it a point to spend a little extra time at the market area and although she had planned to shop tomorrow she did pick up a few things. She had learned while traveling with Xena that things didn't always go as planned and to jump at opportunity when it came.

Neysas' spirits had lifted considerably. The child even managed a giggle as a merchant made a funny face and offered her a sweet bread sample. Leonis although tired, carried her as if she were a feather.

After an hour or so Neysa began to get droopy eyed. The excitement of the trip and seeing her new home had caught up with her and the exhaustion set in. As they headed back to the square she began drifting off to sleep and Leonis switched her from his back to his arms. Walking steadily his arm swung like a cradle, lulling her into a deep restful sleep.

When they reached the building where the wounded were treated Bethany took the sleeping child from his arms and carried her inside.

It was the first time that Gabrielle and Leonis had been given a chance to talk. "You were wonderful with her. Do you have any children?"

Leonis's smile was tinged with regret, "No. Many years ago I had a wife and son but they were killed in an attack on our home."

Gabrielle frowned, "I'm sorry. Xena says sometimes I talk to much."

His smile warmed, "It's all right, it was a long time ago."

Gabrielle quickly changed subjects, "Your city is beautiful. It's so friendly and peaceful here."

Leonis glanced around the courtyard, "It is an amazing place. Everyone here knows first hand how hatred and violence can destroy. They make extra efforts to work out any disputes or problems. It's not perfect and like any other city we do have problems but they are usually resolved peacefully. We always miss the excitement because we only stay in town for a day or so before we head out again."

"Why only a day or so?"

"Because," He replied as Bethany came out of the building walking toward them, "We can do more good out there."

"How's Neysa?" Gabrielle questioned when Bethany joined them.

"Sleeping. She asked me to come back tonight and bring the storyteller."

Gabrielle was flattered and agreed happily. Bethany took her arm and lead her out of the courtyard. "We need to get you settled. We use one of the merchants' buildings. If you don't mind being surrounded by a bunch of soldiers, you can bunk with us."

"That's fine. At least I know it's one of the safest places in town."

Before they could get completely out of the courtyard, a young man came running after them calling, "Captain? Captain?"

They stopped and turned, causing the boy to skid to a stop before he ran into them. "Apologies Captain but the Elder needs to see you." He informed out of breath.

Bethany sighed, "All right Arnon. Leonis, would you see that Gabrielle gets settled in. I'll meet you later and we'll get some dinner."

They said their goodbys and Bethany followed the boy back to the large building in the center of the courtyard.

This was the power building. The ruling body consisted of an Elder and six council members, each councilor responsible for a different aspect of the daily workings of the city. The Elder was an advisor and occasionally a crusader. Disputes were settled here within the strong stone walls. On occasion when there had been serious trouble, trials had taken place. In the basement there were jail cells that although strong were rarely used and the entire first floor was reserved for town meetings.

The Elders' offices were at the very top of the building. Arnon had left her in the outside hall of his chambers and quickly vanished down the steps. She knocked on the door and heard him call to her. She eased into the office, "You wanted to see me?"

He was standing by the door that led from his office to a balcony overlooking the courtyard. He turned and smiled at her but his body language seemed tense and stiff, "Come in Captain."

She closed the door behind her and took a few steps into the room. It was a large and airy room but was decorated simply yet dignified as was befitting the village Elder. Scrolls containing the laws and records of the city lined one wall. The histories of all the city residents from the very first lined the other. There was a round table in the far corner where council meetings took place and by the window was the Elders' desk, covered with paperwork as usual.

"I appreciate you coming, I know how tired you must be." He stated and gestured toward the balcony, "Let's talk outside."

Bethany followed him out and found that he had set up a small snack tray and cool drinks for their meeting. As she took a seat, the Elder poured each of them a cup of water, "I know we usually discuss the mission after you've rested. However this wasn't a typical mission, was it?"

She accepted the cup of water he offered and waited for him to take his seat. She had expected this to happen and was relieved to see that the entire council wasn't present, "I take it Benedictus has been to see you."

He sat back, his bones creaking as he settled in the chair. His body showed his older age but his mind was still sharp and clear. His hair and beard were snow white but his brown eyes twinkled like a young man. "Oh yes." He sighed, "He came riding in with Otes and immediately requested a meeting with the council. He's a little high-strung but he managed to get the councils attention."

Bethany took a quick sip of water before she set the cup on the table, "I figured that's were Otes disappeared to. Is there a problem?"

He reached across the table and clasped her hands in his own. His hands were warm and strong but had the beginning tremor that comes with age, "There could be. Bethany, I've known you for three years, you're responsible for saving countless lives and bringing them here to start a new life. You are well thought of and respected among our citizens and council and you know I hold you in the highest regard. Benedictus has made some damning claims and I wanted to speak with you. To get your side of the story before we met with the council."

Bethany leaned forward and began recounting the events that began at Emola. When she finished, she drained the cup of water and sat back in the chair. She had told him every detail except for mentioning Gabrielles name. Purposely leaving her out of the story as much as possible, describing her only as a young village woman when necessary. She had become concerned for her Amazon sisters' safety and was anxious to have Leonis get her out of the city.

The Elder had listened closely making notes and remaining silent. Now that she was finished, he sat back considering everything she had told him.

Bethany looked up at the sky and realized that it would be dark in a few hours. She had not been aware that the tale had taken so long.

He cleared his throat drawing her attention back to their conversation, "It sounds like this was a particularly eventful mission."

"Yes," She agreed, "These men were more than slavers. I've faced slavers before and they run at the first signs of a fight but these men just kept coming. I think they may be responsible for the raids in the area."

He nodded, "An interesting and disturbing idea. They must have been determined to take the lives of four of your troopers. They're the best we have."

"Even the best can be outnumbered. Had Xena not aided us it would have been disastrous for the villagers and us."

"Benedictus seems to think that they were part of Xena's army. When they faced defeat, she changed her plan and rode in to help."

Bethany took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, "They didn't face defeat, we did. I know her reputation. I also know that we have heard stories of her turn to fight for good. Elder," She stopped and leaned closer to him, "Syrus, I talked with her, fought along side her. I looked into her eyes and I believe those stories now. I never thought I would defend Xena to anyone but I know that group of soldiers is no more an army under her command than you could be. If I thought for a moment she was a danger to those people I would have gladly sacrificed myself to stop her."

"Yes, I know that, " He smiled, gently patting her hand, "I also know of your past and that if you are willing to come to her defense then the stories of her change must be true." She felt vindicated until his smile faded, "But the reputation of the Warrior Princess being a force of good is little known in these parts and would probably not be believed. Her army was very active in these valleys and a lot of our citizens are survivors of her army. Those memories and fears will override any stories of good. Benedictus has already gotten some support among the council and towns people."

Realization dawned on her, "That's why there are more guards in the streets than usual. I thought there might have been trouble in the city. What did they think, that I would be riding in with an army?"

"Disguised as villagers." He supplied seriously.

Bethany stood up and paced, anger and hurt waging a war for her emotions. She stopped by the edge of the balcony and soaked in the sight of Havenous. "Why Syrus? What have I ever done to hurt or betray anyone in this city? Why are they so quick to believe Benedictus?"

Gripping the table for support, he rose out of his chair. He moved across the floor and joined her at the railing. "Peace is a funny thing." He said softly, "We spend our entire lives seeking it and when we finally find some, we see trouble in every shadow. Benedictus knows that. Combined with the tension of these raids and Xenas sudden reappearance, he's using it to his advantage."

She turned to face him as he continued, "You were sent to us by the Gods and I have no doubt that you are innocent of the charges. If you believe and trust Xena then that is all the testimony I need. I will stand by your side in front of the council and defend your course of action."

He held out his arms and although Bethany was not an overly emotional woman, she stepped into them and hugged him briefly. She quickly pulled away, uncomfortable at showing so much weakness. The Elder respected her strength and stepped back not wanting to crowd her. "You know this could all be over quickly. You simply tell the council that you were aware of her and her plans and only played along to have an advantage."

He knew her well enough to know that this was a useless suggestion and was not surprised by her answer, "There was no plan of attack on her part. She is my friend and I will not betray that friendship or turn my back on it."

"Exactly what I'd expect you to say." He nodded and leaned against the railing, "The council meets in three hours. You need to get some rest, have some dinner and maybe even a soak in the hot springs. I'll meet you down stairs in the council chambers."

"Thank you Elder." She bowed in respect and walked toward the office door. She had just cleared the balcony door when he called to her again, "Bethany?"

He had decided to go ahead and inform her of the newest developments. "About an hour after your caravan arrived in town, several patrols of unknown soldiers were seen skulking about in the forest on the east and west sides of town."

Stopping suddenly she turned back to him, her body tense and face grim, "Why didn't you tell before? I'll get a patrol together and we'll find out who's really behind these raids."

"Patrols have already been dispatched," He reassured and tried to sound calm, "and the reason I didn't tell you is because Benedictus doesn't need any more ammunition. If you and your patrol went out, I'm sure he'd find some way to use that as part of the master plot."

Bethany felt like she had already been tried and convicted. Her mission included protecting the city from outside forces and now she was being prevented from doing that. "Three hours." Was all she said as she again headed for the door of his office.

Walking out of the council building she wasn't surprised to find Leonis waiting. The meeting had taken place sooner and lasted longer than usual. He had immediately known that there might be a problem.

He was leaning against a garden fence but snapped up straight and strode to meet her halfway. The grimace on her face told him that he was correct in his assumption. When he met her, he turned on his heel and in a flash was walking beside her, never missing a step.

"Where's Gabrielle?"

"At our quarters helping Katis fix dinner. What happened with the Elder?"

Her eyes darted back and fourth and then she led him into a less traveled alleyway. When she was certain they weren't being followed or watched she slowed her step and explained the details of the meeting. As she recounted the conversation, Leonis's posture became defensive. When he was angry he tended to chew the inside of his lip and after she finished she feared he would bite his lip off.

"I'm going to find that pile of Hydra droppings and cut him into little pieces." He growled. His voice held a tone of anger that she had never heard and it made her uncomfortable.

"No." She countered firmly, "As much as I would like to see that, I'm going to abide by the Elders wishes. I've done nothing wrong and have nothing to fear from the council. When this is over Benedictus will be dealt with."

"Bethany," He argued, "It should have never gone this far. I'm going to the meeting with you. I'll back your story and let them know what kind of soldier Benedictus really is."

He was startled when he saw a flash of pure fear cross her face, "Leonis, as much as I would like to have you there, you are not to step foot near those council chambers. None of you are. Is that understood?"

"Why?"

She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, "Right now I am the main focus of Benedictus and his supporters. I'm not sure what's happening here but I do know that there may be a time when he comes after you and the others. I want you safe." She hesitated for a second, realizing she had just admitted more than she meant too about her feelings for him. "You and the others." She added quickly. "I need you to take care of a few things before he gets any farther."

"Get Gabrielle to safety." He agreed.

"Yes. Then find out who among out troops are still loyal, get geared up and make yourselves scarce until this is over. The Elder said that patrols are looking for these soldiers outside the city. I'd feel better if I knew that there was someone out there I could trust trying to help me."

"I won't leave you here alone." He replied flatly acknowledging now how seriously she was taking the situation.

"Nothing has been decided yet. After the council meeting I'm sure everything will be cleared up. I just want to take a few precautions before hand." She said tried to sound positive but her eyes showed differently.

They entered the main street through town and had to end the conversation as the streets became more heavily populated. Both returned the friendly greetings of the people they passed on the streets and both were more acutely aware of the stares and whispers of others.

The building where her troopers stayed was at the edge of town and more accommodating than would be expected of soldiers quarters. The sounds of talking and laughter were carried along the air as well as the smell of a good stew as they approached the building.

Leonis reached out and urged her to a stop before they entered the building. She was caught in the firelight from inside the building as it cascaded out of the door and windows. He was struck almost breathless at her youth and beauty. He wanted to pick her up and carry her away from these awful charges protecting her like she protected the children, but knowing that she was stronger than her looks relayed. Licking his lips, he swallowed all the words he ached to say instead saying, "If things do go badly with the council, there will be a plan in place."

She said nothing only squeezed his arm in thanks and continued to the front door.

Bethany, her soldiers and Gabrielle sat together at a large wooden table. Her excuse for the lengthy meeting was accepted and now in a more relaxed atmosphere they all talked, joked and laughed. Gabrielle easily fit in with the group and participated in the exchange of war stories.

As she watched the others eat and talk, Bethany managed to keep up her usual outgoing facade. Only Leonis sat quietly participating very little in the jovial meal. After picking at her meal for a while Bethany excused herself and disappeared into the building's basement to follow the Elders' advice.

The hot springs ran along the outside line of the city and those that had built in the area had taken advantage and built private spas in their homes. The enterprisers had built public tubs and for a small fee those not lucky enough to have a private spa could indulge.

She sat in the tub, the steam rising like a cloud and closed her eyes in deep thought and prayer. Often she or her soldiers had used the tub to loosen muscles or help them relax after a mission. She had always enjoyed the way the hot steamy water drew the tension out of her body. Tonight however she received no such relief and no answer to her prayers. She continually replayed the events of the last few days in her mind then let her thoughts go back to all the missions with Benedictus.

When she had formed the troop, she had chosen very carefully and set down specific guidelines for them to follow. Only Leonis, Xanthus and Hernam had been with her from the beginning. She had become acquainted with them in her raiding days when they all rode together under the flag of the Warlord Mabrut. When she had turned against her former army, they had joined her, fighting at her side. She learned later that they had felt the same way as she had but had been hesitant to fight. It had taken the bravery of a young girl standing up to all those large blood thirsty soldiers to force them to decide for themselves. It was this that had given them the courage to fight for what they knew was right.

They had been together ever since with her as the unofficial but mutually agreed upon leader. As time passed others who shared her feelings joined them. By the time she reached Havenous with the reputation of a protector of the innocent, the troop had numbered thirty. Over the next few years most of that number had died fighting to save villagers or had retired to a family or at least more settled life. Their replacements had come from the city guard pool most of the time but on occasion they were joined by surviving guards of villages or the villagers themselves.

Giles and Delia had been such survivors with some fighting skills. Bethany had been impressed with their reasons and passion for wanting to join her and had taken them in, trained them and never regretted it for an instant.

Benedictus had been the one time her judgement had been wrong. When two of her men had been killed on a mission, a council member had heartily suggested Benedictus as the replacement. He had an impressive record as a city guard and was vouched for by the Councilor. She had brought the proposal before her troop as was the custom and they had voted him in. Otes being the most vocal support.

She submerged herself in the water, staying under until her lungs ached for air. When she resurfaced, she gasped in the hot humid air around her. Water and sweat stung her eyes as she opened them and stared at the far wall, angry with herself for not seeing the danger Benedictus posed sooner.

For the first month or so he had been the model trooper. Then he had begun to question orders and plans, to be outspoken in his criticism. They had tired of it quickly, leaving him in the city on certain missions but pressure from his benefactor had gotten him active again. Leonis had tried talking to him and even ordering him when he wasn't cooperative. Being outnumbered, he had grudgingly complied but his little fits like the one Xena had witnessed had become increasingly frequent.

Had she paid more attention to politics and ambition she might have seen this coming. She, however tried to focus all her attention on the rescue missions and preventive measures. Dwelling in the past was useless now. Her top priority now was the council and the accusations leveled against her. She had her innocence and the Elder on her side and probably some of the council itself. She could only pray it was enough.

She rose from the tub and stepped out onto the hard stone floor. Her robe was on the nearby chair and as she was reaching for it with her back to the door, the door suddenly flew open.

"Bethany, what is . . . " Gabrielle stopped abruptly when she saw the scarred flesh that covered Bethany's entire back and arm. She had seen the puckered scars of burns before but never anything so severe and wide spread. Now she understood why sleeve and glove covered her left arm at all times. "I'm sorry." She mumbled and looked away, allowing Bethany to quickly pull on the robe, "I should have knocked first."

"I guess Leonis told you you'd be leaving tonight." Bethany turned and pulled on her glove.

Gabrielle was silent still reeling from the shock and embarrassment of the scars.

"Reminders of my childhood." Bethany explained calmly, "When my home was attacked my mother was trapped in our burning hut. I tried to help her . . . and that's the result. I'm sorry you had to see it."

That shook Gabrielle out of her daze, "You don't need to apologize. I do. I didn't mean to barge in and then to act like that. I was just . . . surprised."

"That's why I keep covered." She sensed Gabrielle's awkwardness and walked over to her, gently patting her arm, "I'm not offended and you didn't hurt my feelings. It can be a little unsettling to see, but it's over." She nudged Gabrielle toward the door, "Let's continue this upstairs in my room."

She led the way up two flights of stairs and to the very back of the building. Bethany's room was small and isolated from the others just the way she had wanted it. It was very convenient when she had tactical sessions or discussions with troopers and she valued her privacy.

Once inside Gabrielle sat on the cot while Bethany stepped behind a curtain and dressed. "Leonis told me to be ready to leave in a couple of hours. What's going on?"

"Unfortunately it's not safe for you here right now. Leonis will escort you out of the city and if all goes well I'll meet you by morning at the latest."

Gabrielle's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean if all goes well? Why is it not safe here? Does this have anything to do with Xena?"

Bethany peered around from behind the dressing curtain, "Make sure to breathe among all those questions."

"Bethany." Gabrielle insisted.

"There are some internal problems in the city. I have to meet with our ruling council shortly so we can get everything settled. Xenas name has come up and for now I'd rather you not be pulled into it. I can take care of everything." She lied convincingly but Gabrielle was not convinced.

She stood up and walked to the nearby window. Thinking she had won, Bethany fell silent and continued dressing. After thinking for a moment, Gabrielle decided to try another tactic, "Amazons are a truly noble race. One of their most honorable traits is they don't lie. They value honesty so much that it's considered a crime to lie to another Amazon, especially the Queen."

Bethany froze, holding her breath. She eased back around the partition. Gabrielle had assumed her regal bearing and Bethany's eyes widened in surprise, "That's not fair Gabrielle."

Gabrielle turned, her eyes lit with frustration, "Neither is trying to keep this from me. This council is giving you a hard time because of Xena and her old reputation aren't they? The guy Xena told me about, Benedictus has stirred up trouble hasn't he?"

Bethany toyed with her earring and sighed, "Okay. He made a claim of treason against me to the council. Right now Benedictus doesn't know you are in town. If he finds out, you could be brought up on charges as a spy f