Shadow of Colossus

Chapter 1 – Regret

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the products produced by the company that made Shadow of the Colossus. I'm just using the universe for self-interest and creativity.

Setting: The story is set three years after the end of Shadow of the Collosus. It's about two countries fighitng over the land of the giants.

Blood spilled and stained the ground as another man fell to ground dead. The rain from earlier made the smell of blood cover the entire field and eve the smell of dead was overweighed by it. Markus stood in the mist of the fighting holding his sword with both hands breathing as much of the blood filled air as he could.

He turned his head seeing many of his comrades laying on the ground either dead or shoving a sword into anoher one of their enemies. Markus let his guard down seeing no threats around him and looked down seeing blood flowing down his arm and dripping off the edge of his blade. He shook his head feeling light headed. He stumbled, but caught his balance stabbing the earth with his sword. He removed his helmet and his shoulder armor looking at his brown tunic. He removed his right glove and touched his sword.

"Only a scratch." As soon as he said that a yell came from behind him. He tightened his grip around the hilt of his sword and slashed through the soldier coming at him. He narrowed his head looking around seeing soldiers starting to surround him. His comrades now were the fresh bodies on the ground. Markus dodged a swing and smashed his glove into the soldier's visor. Markus spun around tearing the wound up wider cutting down a soldier.

Markus lost his footing and dropped to his knees in front of the enemy seeing them coming towards him in a massive number. The blood mixed in with his blue cloth making a deep black color appear on his lap. "So this is the Alliance, pathetic." A older man in purple garb stood in front him with a curved blade and a wicked smile painted on his dark face. Markus coughed and looked up at the man with anger in his eyes.

"Hmm." The soldier grabbed Markus by the head and lifted him back to his feet. Markus's vision started to falter as he stood with the man. "Damn you." Markus growled and tried to remove the enemy's hand, but his struggle was in vain. A quick blow to his side and then another one to his stomach follwed his grunting for freedom. Markus dropped his sword and started to loose conciousness.

"Wake up, boy." Markus opened his eyes a little seeing his death before him, but a roar of energy started to flow through his arms and legs. Markus grabbed his attacker's arm and ripped it free from the enemy's body. The soldier feel back screaming in pain seeing blood squirt every direction covering his comrades. Markus dropped to the ground on his knees and stood up slowly with a cursed face and insane grin.

Markus dropped the lifeless limb and cracked his fingers in rage. His body was not his own anymore. Markus flew at the group of soldiers with only one intent, to kill every single one of them with his bare hands.

The Alliance's second wave of soldiers started their rampage charge with spears and swords in hand. Yells of victory and prowess topped the sound of feet running on bodies of the dead. Part of the wave crashed in with the first wave killing off the remaning soldiers in their way and attacking the opposing sides with nothing but force.

Some of the soldiers scouted the outter regions of the battlefield searching for soldier in purple, but they only found blood and sinew as their rewards. Body parts were littered on the ground and the smell of blood was so strong that even the veterans dropped to their knees in horror vomiting. Some of the older soldiers stood in front of the mess and saw a crimson blue soldier holding a sword as a crutch and blood dripping off him.

"Long live the Alliance."

The warring grounds continued as Markus fell to the ground loosing all of his insane rage. Markus lost conciouness clinching on to the sword in his hand.

"What madness is this?" Markus's body stirred back to life and his eyes flung open. He looked left and right seeing people on the ground with wounds covering their bodies and Markus was no different. He removed the sling from his arm and stood up wearing nothing but a white tunic. Markus notcied he was in a tent of wounded and walked out seeing two soldiers talking amonst themsleves.

"This the devil they have spoken off! How could General Douglass want something to do with this boy! You saw the scene for yourself. He ripped those soldiers apart with God knows what! I will not allow the release of this soldier until the council has given us a proper answer."

Markus looked at the one who was talking to most and notcied his clothes. He was a noble. "What is a noble doing on a battlefiled?" Markus poked his head back in and looked at his mat seeing a soldier waking up from his sleep. Markus blinked his eyes and quickly rushed over lowereing his body towards the wounded soldier. "Paul! You made it! Thank God." Markus smiled and shook Paul slightly.

Paul let out a grin and looked at him smiling with bandages covering his face. "Markus…run." Markus blinked and looked at Paul closely. "Run? Why would I, shouldn't they ship me back home with you and the others?" Paul sat up revealing his missing arm. "Run. I don't' care what they say to you or what you think."

Markus interuppted with his words, but Paul grabbed him by the collar pulling Markus even closer. "Listen! They plan on using you for some weird experiment. This war is nothing more than a war! Run Markus!" Markus nodded and looked over seeing his clothing and his sword on a table. "Alright, I'll see you when we get back to Ale." Paul smiled softly and went back to his sleep. Markus rushed back to his cot and grabbed anything that was there and then rushed over to his equipment.

In a tent not too far from the infromary tent four generals sat near a candle staring at one another. One was dressed in heavy armor and long, red, bushy hair fitting both his head and his beard. Another one sat across from the red one with long elegant silver hair and light armor clinched to his body. The one seating in the dark was simple dressed in a tunic with a piece of weed in his mouth chewing slowly while The leader of the four was dressed in a brown cloak hiding his face.

"What do you think we should do with him?" The red one's voice was gruff and loud. The three didn't say anything to his repsonse. The red one then looked over to their leader and blinked. "Well?" "He's a soldier nonetheless, he has been mortally wounded and is of no use of us. I say we get rid of him." The white haired one looked at the red haired one with a restrained anger, but the other two could see it.

"But he is an asset to us. He has killed over a hundred man in one raid of a temple and has shown his marks of war for a soldier." The one with the weed in his mouth pulled it out slowly and looked at the other three. "Regardless of his age and carnage, I say we keep him and promote him to our ranks."

Both the red and white haired ones looked at the weed eater with a confused face. "Are you mad? Have you not seen his order sheet. He has numerously disobied orders and led soldiers into battle, he's not in a rank to do something like that!" The leader nodded and leaned towards the flame placing his hand on it watching it curve away from his presence.

"But he is a good soldier. He has killed in the name of the Alliance and he is also a volunteer with no family. No one will miss him or ever question his whereabouts." The three looked at their leader hearing his clear voice. "I say we keep him and make him into one of 'our' soldiers. He will be under Saul, but he will be my soldier." The white haired one laughed.

"Another Saul? You think the council will ever accept your insubortination? You have countlessly done things against their orders and…" "And they have worked!" The flame danced wildly fighting for life. "I've led better men into circumstances like this and they all have failed me. Those two run towards hoping to grab at it and take it. I say we keep Markus. I want him around a little bit longer."

The leader grabbed the flame destroying the light in the room.

Markus was not too far the campe dragging his sword along the ground. His wound was starting to open up again, but something inside of him made him run faster. Ever since that last battle he was more agile and quicker at moving than before. His armor was thrased and was heavy, but he moved as if we was running with nothing on. Markus was surprised at his acts and even wanted to presnet himself to his party leader for his next assignment, but Paul's words scared him into running.

Markus looked back over the hill seeing the camp lights and sighed dropping his sword to the ground. He fell on his butt and looked at the camp sighing. "I should go back." Markus grabbed his sword and pulled it close to his body looking up at the sky. "What do you think, father?" Markus's ears wiggled and he rolled to the side seeing an arrow zooming past him.

He pulled the sword up to his face blocking another arrow and looked in front of him seeing a soldier with a cloak and a mask covering his face. "Who the hell?" The mask was of an ancient eagle from the old fairy tales he heard of when he was young. Markus stood up and pointed his sword at the soldier. "Explain yourself." Markus hesistated seeing the soldier quickly running to the side dropping the crossbow.

"Dammit." Markus gripped his blade with both his hands and swung blocking a small dagger from hitting his neck. The soldier back away jumping in the air and threw three small knives aimed at his heart. Markus blocked them all with a huge swipe of his blade and grunted stumbling a bit feeling the blood coming out of his wounds.

"This is going to be a rough one."