The godly Trials: Ares and the Doors of War (Ares intro)

   A scene, splayed upon the soft cloud like a looking glass, displayed a beautiful valley nestled between two strong, large mountains. The sun gave its warmth to this valley in a serene dawn light. The birds began to sing to the new summer day and the animals stirred from sleep in borrows and various homes. A slight tremble in the ground drew their attention and awoke panic in them. Deer began to fl...ee and the birds, in a beautiful display of brightly colored wings mixed together in the sky as they took off from their nests to escape the oncoming danger.

    The brush could not escape, for if it had, it would have not been trampled by thousands of feet in a fast paced charge. The tremble formed into a deafening roar as the feet grew closer and the hoarse cries of many men leaped, sending waves of pure energy into the sky. An equally deafening roar came from the other side of the valley as another large group of men clad in red broke the rise of a hill and began to run down it, giving the hill a look as though it were bleeding.

    Beams of light danced amongst the trees and ground as the metal weapons held in each man’s hand reflected the sun. There was a pause in sound, for a few second you could hear the delicate wings of a majestic monarch flap. Then, as if to compensate for the silence of that second, the two armies clashed in a wave of sound as shield hit swords and swords hit shields. The cries of men resumed, if not doubled in intensity as the battle began.

    Each man cared no more of his family or friends, or even his fellow soldiers. Their concerns were that of the deadly metal in their hands and their own life. Each was determined to take on an army and live to see the next day. Such was the ferocity of their attacks as they tried to slice their opponent in two with quick, fluid motions. Some succeeded while others found themselves on the receiving end of this madness, and stood at Hades door. No man was safe in this madness of war. Sweat and blood ran together in sickly concoctions on both the ground and the bodies of soldiers as the battle drew on.

To breathe was to let in the scent of thousands of bodies packed tightly, covered in sweat. There was enough blood spilled to have let of a sickly sweet scent into the air and further poison the air. A soldier could not rely on his sense of hearing; the noise was a confusion of sounds. The battle began to intensify as the second row of men reached the frontline in effort to help the first men in.

    The man watching this event, leaned back in his throne. The throne was made of wood, deep-set with carvings of men fighting men in various forms of combat. The man upon this throne was dressed in black leather armor and heavy black boots with thick soles. His hair, blonde and fair, fell to his shoulders.

    This man, watching the battle from high up in the clouds with obvious glee and excitement was no ordinary man. His name is Ares. The God of war.