Is this fate

by Ram-99

This is what Kratos' thoughts could have been during the game. This is my first FF, so if you have an opinion, or would like to comment that would be great.

This is Kratos' POV

I don't own anything

The past is an admonition; a warning that tells me that I should never, never let anyone know who I truly am. As hard as I try to suppress emotions that are over a decade old, they still linger. I have conditioned myself to appear emotionless, as if I do not care about what happens to me or others around me. This, in a since, is how I keep others from getting close to me; never do I want to make another mistake, and this is how I protect myself. I know that in doing so, I hurt the ones that I love the most, but it is a sacrifice that is necessary. I have no reason, nor is there a point in remaining here; whatever happens, happens. The past is what the world has given me; I have no strength to fight it. It's just like fate has let me slip into an icy crevice that is 80 feet deep; there is no way that I can get out. Its walls looming over me, as if they were mocking my every mistake, saying, you can never get out get out of this mess. Does my life have any meaning at all; will I keep walking streets in the dark, with no choice but to fallow the pre-lit street lights, or can I light my own path?