It was on a very dusk evening when he came after me, Lloyd. I was on top of the unsteady rooftop of Dirk's watching the sun slowly descend from the sky when I saw him jump atop the rooftop, sweat glazed his forehead, his breath panting heavily. His deep, slightly enraged voice bellowed out, " Kratos, tell me…tell me about your life."
I stared at him quite surprised about what I had just heard him demand of me. I doubted very seriously that it was going to be an experience like a young boy asking his father what occurred in his boyhood, with Lloyd's naïve simplicity I had a strong feeling that this was going to be a thousand times harder than explaining to a normal child. His dark eyes searched me from head to toe.
" Alright," I agreed hesitantly, " but you must hear me throughout the whole story, understand."
He nodded, that same unmistakable thunder surging through his eyes as always. He sat down several feet away from me. I could tell that he was not comfortable with my presence. His eyes meet mine as if telling me that I should begin. I started my eyes not leaving his gaze, " It all began on the day I turned twenty-eight, you see my mother was not in good condition so I always cared for her. My father was deceased and my mother was always sickly in bed unable to walk a few steps without returning back into the safe helm of her lumpy cot, besides she barely even talked as it is. So I supported my poor mother through a job as a mercenary, one for highest paid government employment. I wasn't paid very much for all the work that I did but it was enough to get my mother through the rough curves of the unpredictable years to come and also myself through the harsh winters and blazing hot summers. As I was saying earlier, I returned to my house to see that my mother was attempting to get up again, stabilizing herself on the thin wooden post above her cheap stale bed. Her large emerald green eyes glanced up at me for a moment, a smile spreading between her translucent lips. Her body gave out on her that very moment, sending her thin bony figure plummeting to the wooden flooring; luckily I managed to catch her in time. ' You have to be more careful about getting up, mother.' I advised her, propping her back up on her mattress carefully. She glanced at me and said weakly, ' Kratos…I'm glad that you took time out of your day to come visit me." These words delighted me even though I was awful at showing it. " Someone needs to tend to you, mother." I answered, implying that father obviously could not. She giggled childishly, perhaps like a young schoolgirl, she looked beautiful when she smiled even though she now in her mid-forties, she still looked as if she were in her twenties, you could barely see the small strands of gray in her voluptuous wavy crimson hair and there was small wrinkles forming around her eyes but when that lovely smile creased across her face you could barely tell that they were there at all. Even though you could barely tell the signs of her age from her appearances, it still pained me to see that she was growing old and it was even more stressful to know the fact that she was dying, my beautiful youthful mother. ' Your Father,' she asked, her tone caring and sweet, ' he left a few months ago and if you see him again…will you please tell him to come visit me, it's lonely without him around.' I didn't want to tell her the horrible truth so I just reassured her, ' He should return shortly.' Mother had no idea that father died a while ago and frankly I wouldn't, no I couldn't break the news to her that her husband was dead, it would drive her insane. I have always taken more after my father than my mother, my dark eyes, which had no hint of emerald in them whatsoever, and my brood muscular build I also inherited from him. Sometimes I think that it upsets my mother, my appearance I mean, because sometimes when I used to come in from my daily shift at work, her face always would be filled with delight but than when she realized that I was not my father, she sighed softly and forced herself to smile sadly."
" I could not believe that in just merely two years that I would be thirty and I had still not married. I guess that I have never been able to uphold any romantic relationships because I had always had to care for mother because father was never home and now he would never return. I decided that night that I would take a long walk out in the shrouded wilderness, I couldn't bear to see mother so depressed. The forests back in the days when I was merely a mortal, the forests in Sylvarant I mean, they were more full and thick, there was not as much industrialization and pollution. Back then; you could actually see clearly through lakes unlike these days where the waters are violet. Anyway, I waited until mother was asleep and than I slipped out quietly into the darkness, I did not need to take any sort of lantern that night because that night the moon rose full and golden, as florescent the moon shone that night and the stars shimmered in the sky I had no need for one. That night the forest welcomed me into it's silent hearth as the wind brushed through my thick auburn hair. Every time that I would walk into a forest I would always feel all the massive weight that I was burdened with, lifted off of my shoulders immediately. That night I thought that I was alone in the wilderness but I was terribly wrong. I heard a leaf crackle from a distance and reached for my rapier in my belt buckle but I realized that I had not come into the forest armed. My pupils searched for the sign of another human being, but no one else was in sight. My feet crossed around in every other direction but still no sign of another life form. I was about to return back to mother's small cobblestone cavern but than I heard something. My head whipped around, and I saw a figure under the darkness of an oak tree. I couldn't see him very well but I saw his masculine figure molded in the shadows and one distinct feature, his gray eyes that studied me ever so curiously. 'Come out,' I shouted to him, ' who are you!' His eyes didn't leave mine and than his voice said softly, ' You will soon discover whom I am.' His voice seemed to fade away as figure slowly dissipated. For a while after that I tried to convince myself that what I saw was a mere figment of my imagination or perhaps a specter that some rumored about that would haunt you from the grave. I felt the hairs behind my neck stand up on end thinking of it but I shook it off quickly thinking to myself that it was nonsense. I creaked open the small wooden door quietly and saw to my surprise that mother was awake. I gasped silently to see overwhelming tears swell up in her delicate eyes, she was keeping her balance on the thin floral plaster of a wall."
" I was filled with a mixture of awe and slight embarrassment, embarrassment that a elementary school child would develop after lying. 'Mother,' my voice croaked, ' why are you crying?' A red film crusted over her usually bright abundant eyes as she cried, ' I woke up and you had left, it was so late and I was worried about you!' Guilt rang through my body. I hated when mother cried, when her face suddenly distorted hideously and a waterfall of tears rushed down her doll-like face. I hated it even more when I was the sole purpose of it even though she was unstable quite often. Why had I not stayed? I was so very afraid to see her mourn over father that I had to leave, leave her here all by herself. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks and she finally lost hold of her balance on the wall and crashed into my arms. I gathered her weak limbs into my arms, my robust hands were caressing her cheeks in which her tears melted onto my hands, her face was a tepid warm temperature, she was like a candle, the wax was her sweet warm tears. I was making promises without saying words. I was telling her, Mother I will never leave you again.
A/N: This fanfiction takes place after the end of the game. Just to verify that. Please R&R.