You are a warrior, Ares's blood flows in you, you have defended many villages from monsters. You had virtually no weaknesses, except for one: you'd had trouble sleeping for a long time. You just couldn't sleep, no matter what you tried.

This caused you to become increasingly worse at fighting. One night, you lie in a meadow, not knowing what happened before. But now you lie here in the soft grass. You probably collapsed from exhaustion. Suddenly, you feel someone behind you. A warm, thick cloak, almost like a blanket, wraps itself around you and you become very tired.

The next morning, you're all alone in the meadow. You look around, but no one is there. You hear birds singing and the river babbling nearby, but there's no sign of the mysterious person.

In the evening on your way home you suddenly meet a pretty person, you recognize the smell but don't know where it comes from. You feel sleepy around the person

Hypnos: You were so sweet when you slept

Now you know, he was the mysterious person. You look at him for a moment and realize it's Hypnos, the god of sleep.