Ares woke up, feeling as if someone was hammering inside his head. The pain was like sharp spikes shooting in different directions and hitting his skull, but the back hurt the most.
Still unable to open his heavy eyes, he lifted a heavy arm and touched the back of his head. His fingers became wet, and he forced his eyes open to see the red stains on his fingertips.
Blood.
With a groan, he forced the rest of his eyes open only to gaze at the darkness above. Then he looked around, feeling as if his skull would crack open with the movement, and found that he was inside what looked like a cave. Two torches of fire lit up an exit.
Ares pushed himself up only to hear the chains that restrained him. He had shackles around his arms and feet. Where was he? He recalled waking up then it was blurry. He saw himself sitting at the river, then it was blurry again, and then something hit him on the head, and darkness followed. Now he was here.
