When Ares awoke in the morning, everything seemed so different. He blinked a few times and then looked to his side where he saw Lana laying there, the heavy furs covering over her body. He himself was barely covered by the furs, though it seemed as though Lana enjoyed hogging most of it.
Ares then rolled out of bed and stood up, clenching his fists together. He felt so light, as though he were a feather about to be taken away by the most gentlest of breezes. He slipped into his clothing and then leapt out of his tent. It was still dark out, the morning had yet to come, yet Ares did not wait to conquer the day.
