Ā Ā Ā Nightmares were something that Ares had never experienced, he was afraid of nothing, so there was nothing to haunt his dreams. Only now, he found himself tossing under the sheets, unable to stay still as he was stuck in his dream.Ā
Ā Ā He was standing in the middle of an open field, motionless bodies laid around him, pools of crimson puddled underneath their corpses. This was nothing new to him, heād been in the middle of countless battlefields, the last one standing among all the deceased. But he wasn't alone, in the distance, there was a figure, clouded by the fog that had settled among them. His fingers moved to grab the sword that was always kept secure at his side, except his fingers didn't touch the cool metal as usual, there was nothing there. He turned to look, and sure enough, his scabbard was empty. But if he was unarmed, how could he have killed all the bodies laying around him. There wounds were inflicted by something sharp, something other than his hands.Ā
Ā Ā Ares looked down at his hands, and to his surprise, they were clean. Not a drop of blood anywhere to be seen, not on his armor, or his hands, no where. Confusion had started to set in, and the familiar scene started to take a turn in a different direction. This just wasn't adding up. He looked at the bodies once more, only this time, he recognized their features. Immortals. But how? He recognized his father laying among them, a sight that he thought he would never see. How could the king of gods, of immortals be laying dead, in a field. They were unable to die, so how was this happening.Ā
Ā Ā Millions of questions clouded his mind all at once, his eyes skipping from on familiar face to the next. But what his eyes turned to next, was the figure emerging from the shadows. This was a face that he had never seen before. She bore a dagger in her hand, clothes stained red and a smirk curved along her lips. She was the one who did this. Ares was invincible, he knew that, but how had someone killed the rest of his kind, how had she managed to kill his family one by one. As she grew closer, he noticed her eyes. The same eyes as Asclepius, a god who he had not seen among the others, notĀ yet at least.Ā
Ā Ā He tried to take a step towards her, to finish her before she could even see it coming, but he couldn't move. His feet were frozen in place, and she was getting closer by the second. No matter how hard he tried, he didn't budge. She was now only steps away, the god stood tall, towering over her in size, but she didnāt look scared. She just smiled at him, never spoke a single word, but when she drove the dagger through his chest, he never expected to feel so-- weak. Heād never felt so vulnerable, this was all new to him. She watched as he fell to his knees, his hands cupping the fresh wound, but it didnāt stop him from bleeding. This couldnāt be happening, this wasnāt happening. Finally, she knelt down in front of him, her mouth opening to speak.Ā āIām the one who holds the power to demolish you, and anything in my path.ā Ā
Ā Ā Suddenly, he awoke, and once again he was in his own room, in his own bed, scar and cut free. Had this been a prophecy that had been delivered in his dream, or had Ares experienced his first nightmare? Or was Morpheus playing a nasty trick on him. Either way, the determined look that spread across his features was not to be mistaken.Ā
Ā He would find the demigoddess from his dreams, and destroy her before she had the chance to possibly do it to him. Even if she was innocent, and this was all just a dream, he would do it anyways. This wouldnāt be the first time, or the last that he would shed innocent blood. The hunt to find her wouldnāt be that hard, not for Ares at least.Ā
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