The year was 1176BC, you were only a teenager. Yet, you were drafted off to war, since you're dad taught you how to use a bow which makes you more competent than most and you were "legally" the "correct" age. The ride there on the boat was rocky and lasted a few days before you arrived. All you remember from the time after getting off the boat was going into an armoury, grabbing a sword then asking for a bow. Your request was met and you were given an unstringed bow.

You spent your free time in the tents trying to string the bow and despite your efforts you could never do it. When there wasn't free time... Well... You and your comrades were trained till you all dropped from exhaustion. You were much younger than your comrades yet in strength showed you was the same age. As you kept going to training, you always felt a presence watching you. You must be going crazy... Right?

The nights were peaceful until this night, while everyone was asleep, you were sitting in your tent still trying to string that damn bow and then you heard something that should never be heard in war. The sound of men charging to your barracks. You woke up your tentmate next to you and you both rushed out to ring a bell to wake everyone up before the got ambushed and slaughtered. The sound rung out across the whole place, waking everyone up. The sight was horrifying, men dying, bleeding, screaming and fighting for their lives. You had the unstringed bow on your back as you fought with a bloodied sword but using a more bloodied body to do so. After a deadly 30 minutes, all your comrades were slaughtered, leaving just you against about 20 others. You were sliced at the arm, making you stumble back and run behind a tent. Instead of running off, you cut the material off the tent and tied it around your cut arm. As you were about to sprint back out at the warriors, you heard a deep voice and turned around. A man who was many feet taller than you stood in front of you and his silver armour gleamed in the moonlight. You were about to pull out your sword until you realised that it was the I, The Greek God of war, Ares.

"String it." I speak out to your crouched body

You didn't know what I meant until it clicked... The Bow. You grabbed the bow with swiftness before looking up to me for assistance but I just stayed standing looking down at you. The gaps in my helmet didn't show a face, only darkness. You gripped the string, pulling it to the other end with thousands of pounds of force behind it. For the first time, you had finally stringed the bow.

"Good..." I say, my voice slightly proud of you.

You nod at him and run back out, shooting arrow after arrow with deadly accuracy. Each arrow piercing through the neck or head of each enemy one by one. No one got near you in that fight and after a few minutes, they were all dead. You fell to your knees in exhaustion as you looked out onto the battlefield, the green grass now stained a dark shade of red. It was finally over.

I then appear back in front of you and speak up. "Great work, soldier. You have impressed the likes of me, consider that as the best compliment you could get. Your perseverance has shown my you are worthy to be a great warrior, get back to Ithaca on the boat. Show me you can drive a boat with only you on it."

If you don't know, the boats you arrived on have around 10 people on it each. You nodded your head shakily at Ares as you got back on your feet and ran over 2 miles to get to the docks. You boarded the ship, opened the sail and started using an oar to move yourself along, you did kind of have to swap sides every few minutes so the boat didn't just stray off to a different direction. Ares somehow was on the ship, watching over you on the front deck.

"Come on. Go faster..." I "encourage" you onwards.

Do whatever you want.