ARES : God of War & Violence
chapter- 5
Morning, Anastasia’s Apartment, 9:12 AM
The sun is too bright. Her eyes sting.
Anastasia sits cross-legged on her bed, notebook open, pen twitching between her fingers.
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(She scribbles)
Red field
Withered flowers
Voice: “You’re not ready”
Ash on hands
Glowing eyes / Armor??
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(Her hands are still shaking)
George (Fl' bff)
You alive in there or dreaming in Latin again? (muffled)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
Door’s open.
He walks in, holding coffee like a peace offering
George (Fl' bff)
You look like you slept on a battlefield
Anastasia Harper (FL)
I think I did. ( low voice)
He pauses, eyeing the notes.
George (Fl' bff)
You’re really starting to scare me, Ana.
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(She doesn’t answer)
George (Fl' bff)
Okay. What happened this time? ( softening tone)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
The dream changed. It’s evolving, George. Like it’s… aware of me now.
He doesn’t laugh like usual. Just sits on the edge of the bed and hands her the coffee.
George (Fl' bff)
Dreams don’t evolve.
Anastasia Harper (FL)
This one does.
She flips the notebook toward him, showing the sketch she drew half-asleep. A symbol—roughly etched, jagged, symmetrical.
George (Fl' bff)
What’s that?
Anastasia Harper (FL)
I don’t know. But I saw it last night—on the tree bark, for a second.
George (Fl' bff)
(He stares at it too long.)
George (Fl' bff)
Looks like something you'd find on a shield. Or a tomb. ( finally)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(She looks up, startled)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
I didn’t tell you it looked ancient.
George (Fl' bff)
(George avoids her eyes.)
George (Fl' bff)
Lucky guess.
Later – Mythology Department Library
Books slam. A stack collapses.
Namra Jones
Typical. Show up late, make noise, and still get special treatment.
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(Anastasia looks up from the archives.)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
Morning to you too, Namra.
Namra Jones
Dr. Cross sent me to get those soil records you borrowed. She said you’ve had them way past the deadline. ( sharply)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
They’re not overdue.
Namra Jones
Says the girl writing dream journals in the research lab. ( smriking)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
Is this about Cross, or are you just mad I’m not scared of her like you are? (calmly)
Namra’s jaw tightens. But then she notices the notebook peeking out of Ana’s bag—the symbol page visible.
Her expression shifts—just for a second.
Namra Jones
That’s an old military marking. You should probably burn that before you attract the wrong kind of attention. (coolly)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
You’ve seen this before?
Namra Jones
(Namra freezes.)
Namra Jones
No. Just sounds like something Dr. Cross would say.
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(Anastasia blinks.)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(Her fingers graze the symbol again.)
Anastasia Harper (FL)
(And for the briefest moment, she hears a distant echo)
✨Someone ✨
“You’re not ready…"
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