Looking at the standard room he'd been given for the next week and a half, Haru tossed his ruck sack at the foot of the lone bed before taking a seat on it.
There wasn't a whole lot to the living space, just the bed, nightstand, a small table with a chair and a dresser with a tv on it. There was also a one person bathroom making the overall room very spartan in style, which was all perfectly fine to the Faunus.
Pulling up his bag, he opened it up and started pulling out his luggage. Laying his weapons on the table in the corner of the room and putting his clothes in the dresser. It was still early in the day, but after all of the traveling he'd done in the last week with little sleep he was feeling fatigued and decided to grab a little rest before doing much else.
After disrobing and taking a quick shower, Haru put on a fresh pair of boxers before collapsing onto the bed. His mind went over everything thus far, which included his interaction with the beautiful red-head he had met on the way there.
Normally he was a very private and closed off person, but there was something about Pyrrha and her warm and kind demeanor that drew him out a bit more than what he was used to. And it really didn't hurt to get to know someone who would be going to the same academy as he was.
Blowing out a slow breath, the wolf-Faunus closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
A deafening hush fell over the blood soaked battlefield as the skies opened above them. Moments later, a massive, imposing, all powerful being stepped forth. Standing taller than any structure built by man, wearing thick armor covered in chains, his beard and shoulder length hair blazing like a deadly fire, was the god of war himself...
Ares.
His feet touched the ground with a tremendous quake as he towered over all, his dark, piercing gaze locked onto the one who called his name and promised their very soul for his aid.
The Commander was on his knees, bowing before the powerful god who had heard his call. "My life, is yours, Lord Ares." he vowed as he rose up to look at his future master. "From this day forth, I shall carry your very will."
Ares was emotionless a moment, before a blade-like smile spread across his face. "VERY WELL, SPARTAN." the God of War's voice boomed, raising his arms and gathering energy around himself before sending it out in a powerful shockwave.
All around the battlefield, barbarians started dying in quick succession. Some burned alive as they suddenly caught on fire, others grabbing their heads in agony before their skulls exploded in fountains of gore. Each enemy of the Commander dying more gruesomely than the last.
For the man himself, Ares turned to him when the barbarians were all but finished. "NOW, MY NEW DISCIPLE, FOR PLEDGING YOUR LOYALTY TO ME, YOU WILL BARE A WEAPON FITTING OF YOUR NEW STATUS HERE IN THE MORTAL WORLD." a portal of fire opened behind the god and several, humanoid, flying creatures came forth.
Echoing shrieks resonated among the creatures as they closed in on the Commander, one of them clutching two demonic, and deadly looking swords attached to chains in their sharp talons.
The Commander held out his arms, accepting the fate that would be bestowed upon him.
The chains connected to the swords glowed bright orange and came to life, like serpents, they shot from the flying creatures and straight toward him. Each one coiled around an arm, the super-heated metal hissing as the links seared into his flesh, a cry of pure agony ripped from his throat as the weapons were bound to him, and by extension binding him to his new lord and master.
A permanent reminder of the man's pledge to Ares… and in return; ultimate power.
When the chains cooled, a powerful rage burned through the Commander as he brought the blades to bare. Swinging them on their chains as he brought them together, decapitating the barbarian chieftain who had been frozen in disbelief at what had happened before him.
The severed head of the enemy leader flew through the air, blood spraying in a spinning arc behind it as it landed among the piles of corpses that had once been his formidable army.
"VERY GOOD, MY DISCIPLE." Ares' voice echoed through the now silent battlefield. "NOW GO FORTH, AND SPREAD MY WILL THROUGHOUT THE MORTAL WORLD. DESTROY ALL WHO OPPOSES ME."
"By your word, Lord Ares." the Commander vowed to the God of War as he stood upon the pile of bodies that had been his enemies. It was the beginning of a new era for him… and one that would cost him more than he realized...
Haru snapped awake with a gasp, holding his throbbing head from suddenly sitting upward when blood rushed upward too quickly.
Taking a few seconds to let the pain subside and blink away the last bit of the most recent dream experience, he got out of bed and staggered his way to the bathroom. Flicking on the light and squinting through the brightness as he went to the skin, splashing cool water on his face to help wake himself up a bit more.
Whatever these dreams were, they were becoming more and more intense, yet he still couldn't make heads or tails of them no matter how hard he tried. So all he could do was endure until he could figure it all out.
Heading back into the main room, he checked the time and saw that it was now early evening. The sun had just barely started to set with the beginning twilight painting the sky an array of bright and dark colors.
Now wide awake, the wolf-Faunus felt his stomach remind him that he hadn't eaten yet that day and decided to head out for a bite. Grabbing a clean set of clothes, he started to dress for his outing.
Completely unaware of the chain-shaped burn marks on his forearms that his aura was quickly healing.