So I was thinking there needs to be a prequel to ToS, but I'm too lazy to write something that long. So, I'm focusing on Kratos and Yuan. NOT SLASH! I'll eventually add Mithos and Martel as well.
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Kratos sat in front of his tent, sharpening his sword, preparing for the upcoming battle. He was a general in the King's army, and as such, he needed to always be prepared. His new soldiers were nervous, that much was obvious. They milled about, some frowning and some making horrible jokes to ease the tension. Kratos knew they were going to fail in this battle. He would sound the retreat as soon as it would be appropriate. He was going to lose soldiers tomorrow, but that happened anyway. There was no way to win, really, in any battle. But Kratos knew he had to send his men into battle or the King would definitely lose the war.
And then a dispatch soldier approached him with a letter from the King. It was several days old, and there was some blood on it.
"What happened?" Kratos asked the soldier.
"Sir, I found a letter carrier killed on the side of the road, obviously killed by bandits. Many of his valuables were missing, along with his provisions, weapon, and armor. I found this letter near him."
Kratos immediately opened the letter and began to read. It told him that the battle was going to happen, but that he was not to lead it. Instead, there was another officer coming to take his place in this one. Kratos was to go to Heimdall. Apparently, they needed to request the elves' assistance with some new weapon. By the look of the soldier standing in front of him, Kratos guessed he was the new officer.
"I'm sure the letter speaks of me. I am lieutenant— "
"I'm sure you are" Kratos said, cutting him off, "but do you really want to lead this battle?"
"It is my duty as a member of this army and a lieutenant. I would consider it an honor."
Kratos looked at him. He appeared younger than Kratos by a year or two, and obviously newly promoted. He tried not to show it, but his eyes told Kratos he was scared. "Fine then."
And Kratos strapped on his sword, got his pack, and walked away. He had a new mission.
Eh, it was interesting trying to write this. Never written a prologue before. Anyhow, review please.