A night before the Day of the Competition, Ares was returning to his room after a long night of practice. He was already feeling exhausted and had needed a long rest to prepare himself for the competition.
As he arrived at this Room, he had gotten ready for bed. And in the process of getting ready for bed he had bruised his fingers.
Ares stared at the cut in his fingers as he sighed " And what's this now? is this some sort of jinx or what?"
He brushed the thoughts of..He was really feeling tired that day after training..So he basically wanted to sleep.. Ares had tried using demon power to heal himself of the injury he got. But it didn't work.
He did it again and again but some demon smoke had simply lingered around his fingers for awhile and then disappeared. it didn't heal anything.
He paused as he stared at it for while " And what on earth is this...?" He thought but then again didn't wish to give it much thought.
