simply to be a Marine and make more Marines. My father wanted one of his own in the Corps, to keep his proud traditions alive, to make Marines in his own image. Several of the Marines I trained in the early nineties are still in the Corps, many are retiring this year. And those Marines helped keep the spirit of my Dad alive in the corps. Valor, Honor, duty in the face of danger. Semper Fidelis.”
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Sean never learned who I was, never knew that I was Athena in his presence, nor does he seem to know what hoe his father really died.
What I know of Ares’ children, or Mars’ children, whatever you want to call him, is that they almost always are drawn to militaristic careers: either the Armed Forces of their chosen countries, Police Forces, or even jobs as ‘security guards’ when their careers are over. They have reddish hair, often possess a reddish purple tinge to their eyes, though most who are mortal think the eyes are only brown.
I still don’t know what purpose Ares had or Marissa; I know what he used her for- to keep track of his multiple children, but he couldn’t have known she’d live almost a thousand years when she was born. Could he?
~OM
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