A/N: This little drabble was inspired by the many amazing Greek Myth minips by queenbeks on tumblr. Where in Killian is Ares the God of War and Emma is Athena the Goddess of Wisdom.

Tip: Listen to Memory Box by West on Music for full effect.

Two Sides

He'd always found it entertaining that the mortals could get their stories so right, and yet so wrong at the same time. Yes, in the beginning, he'd dallied with Aphrodite - she was a beauty and her… skills left little to be desired - but he was never as serious about her as they seemed to believe. Her personality was that of a viper, and most days she was more trying than endearing. Truthfully, he simply found her dull. So it was not to Aphrodite that he had ultimately lost his heart, no, that honor belonged solely to her sister, Athena. He was Ares, the God of War, and she the Goddess of Wisdom – the Goddess of Strategy – and as a result their union had always been inevitable.

Like him, she was brilliant at war-craft, and on more than one occasion her strategies had best him. Something he'd always both hated and admired her for. She was someone he could talk to – and not want to kill in a fit of frustration - because she understood his love of fighting while others would not or could not. They connected on a level deeper than the physical, though he found her enthralling there as well - hair like sunshine, blue-gray eyes like stormy seas, and skin like porcelain - Everything about her captured his attention and once he'd fallen for her there was never another for him. Her temperance balanced his recklessness, and his fire ignited her cold logical heart. They balanced one another and fit together as if made to; but they were both stubborn creatures. For century's they played back and forth as rivals and lovers in equal measure. Neither willing to give in completely, but also, never willing to let the game end. To be simply done with one another. They were immortal, they had forever, and so never considered that they would lose their choice in the matter.

But everything has it's time, and everything ends.

It came slowly, insidiously, like a disease, as humanity lost its faith in them. One by one the gods fell and faded until only the most well known and revered were left. But sadly, in the end, even their fame could not sustain them, and he lost her; turning into dust in his arms. The last to fall, save him, for the one thing mankind always had reverence for in its heart was War and its deity. As she left him, and before he allowed himself to fade and follow, he swore that he would find her again in the next life. That when he finally did he wouldn't waste what precious time they were given. For while the power of a god might fade, the soul never did, and his would never be complete without hers.

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"Good for you! You bested me! I can count the number of people who have done that on one hand."

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

A/N: Yes, I used the Doctor Who Quote, so sue me.