They returned home as swiftly as they could in order to celebrate their victory. Ares had taken all the supplies the enemy had, with the sacks of rimars they had held within the largest tent, as well as the food stuffs, the tents themselves, and all the other miscellaneous items.
It was late into the second night of their travel that they arrived back home, and though their mood was filled with joy and glee, the mood at home was far more somber and grey.
Ares had marched his soldiers through, heading back to the shrine. He had caught the gazes of many within his village, and soon his own joyful mood had disappeared.
Something was wrong.
He continued to make his way, commanding the First Century to remain at the foot of the shrine path, and then continued alone to the shrine where his Counsel and a few others were gathered.
"Rori, what's going on?" Ares asked as he finally reached the familiar face, his voice a loud whisper.
