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Pendant
Kratos turned away from Yggdrasill, walking down the path toward the transporters. He was to
protect the chosen Sylvarant, Sylvarant, where he met the two most important people in his long life.
Where both of them had been taken away. The Seraph's hand slid under his shirt, hand holding tight to
the pendant which contained the picture of what had been his family. Anna...Lloyd...they were gone.
The angel descended to Iselia, heading for the temple. That's when he heard clanging. Three children
were on the ground, a large Renegade about to finish them off. CLANG!
"Who...are you?" the older boy gaped.
Kratos looked over his shoulder, why did the boy seem familiar...?
"Out of the way." he stated coldy.
Upon defeating the Renegade he discovered the boy's name was Lloyd. Lloyd? Impossible...
"Who are you to ask my name?" Lloyd smirked.
That smirk...Anna's smirk...it couldn't be...
Later he saw the grave at his house. Anna. Anna and Lloyd, that couldn't be a coincidence...
"Who's grave is this?" he asked Lloyd.
"You heard right? It's my moms."
"...Anna... Is your father still alive?" he whispered.
"Probably not..."
That's when he knew. This boy, this boy was his son, his hand immediately wrapped around the
pendant, his heart speeding up. She was dead, he had killed her, but their son...their son was alive. HIS
son was alive, what was he going to-? Don't let him come, that was it. Let the boy stay, that way he
couldn't get hurt, that way he'd be safe.
"..."
It hurt him to leave, he found his son, only to have to leave him again so soon...
...Lloyd screamed, hands on his head. Kratos was his father-? That couldn't be! It couldn't be!
The man they had fought, the man who betrayed and used them, the man who wrecked havoc on the
worlds, his enemy, it was his father? Kratos' face scared him, he came from this man? He existed
because of this man? This man was the one who took care of him as a child, the man who taught him,
the man who used to play with him as a toddler? This man who had tried to kill them was-? Colette
came out and told him he was himself, and that Kratos had saved him.
"...Thanks."
"..." Kratos managed to grunt.
"...But...I still can't call you dad." he whispered.
It hurt both of them to hear that line. Like their hearts were being torn out.
"I hate what you..." he stopped. "What Cruxis does."
Kratos breathed slowly, eyes closed. This man was his father...this man was his dad...
"Too many people have died, I'm not giving up till I find a way for everyone to live!"
It felt like he was promising it TO Kratos, as if he was doing it FOR him... Kratos felt lighter, his son
was...truly a wonderful person...he was glad he had become that way.
The next night, Kratos looked in through the window at his son. He wanted to talk to him...
"Lloyd..." he whispered.
"Huh? Did someone call me?" Lloyd looked around.
"Lloyd?" Kratos paled, he heard him...?
"Maybe someones outside..."
Lloyd walked out of the hotel, Kratos following him.
"...Maybe it was my imagination."
"Lloyd."
Lloyd turned around, his heart skipping a beat.
"...Did you know I was your son the entire time?"
"...Every since I saw Anna's grave." Kratos answered.
"Why...why didn't you tell me?"
Lloyd was distraught, this man he talked to so calmly, his father, had known but not...
"...I didn't want you to know."
"Wh-what?" Lloyd snapped. "Why-? I mean- ..."
"I didn't want you to have to worry about that." Kratos continued.
Lloyd stared, maybe he really was his father...
After leaving, Kratos turned to Noishe, releasing the pendant from his neck.
"...Give this to him." the angel whispered, holding it one last time.
"Whine." Noishe took it in his mouth, nodding.
"..."
The next morning, Lloyd recieved the pendant, looking at the portrait inside.
"Kratos and...Mom?" his voice cracked. "Then this baby is...me..."
It was suddenly all real, the portrait he looked at, Kratos next to his mother, smiling down at the baby
she held in her arms. They looked happy, he himself, the baby looked happy, snuggling against...
"Kratos gave this to you, didn't he?" Lloyd whispered.
Later, Lloyd was alone, running past the arrows, then one popped out from in front of him. His eyes
widened as he felt it hit him. He slowly got to his feet.
"I'm...alive? How?"
He took out the pendant, a mark where the arrow had struck on it's surface.
"Kratos' pendant...he protected me..." he whispered, eyes glistening.
"Dad..."
Wow, that's gotta be the angstyist one in here...uh, review?