Ares honestly had no idea how he had ended up on this black beach. It was odd, really. He remembered being told to go somewhere so that he was away from the house. His subconscious mind had brought him here, a place where he had never been.
And, it was so different than where he usually went. He never went to beaches with laughing people and rolling waves. He went to dark forests where he could find something to fight. These places were just too, well, happy for him. He even had two friends he usually went around with. But they were both busy on this sunny afternoon. He supposed it was time to find some new friends on this beach.
As the spetrakuhna walked along the sandy beach, he noticed the lack of many tourists. Sure, there were a few, but he supposed the black beach didn't attract much attention. It was semi-new. He just hoped he wouldn't be alone all day. For a little while it was okay, but not
all day.