Hellooooooooooooooooo my friends! Here is chapter 9!
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Karkariko Village
Kratos struck first, leaping high into the air with a fierce war cry, aiming to bring both blades down on Volga. The Dragon Knight moved out of the way as Kratos slammed his weapons down on the earth with godly power, forming two craters in the area of impact. Kratos wasted no time in throwing his right blade in a swift horizontal angle. Volga blocked the hellish weapon with his spear, but his own weapon was almost knocked out of his grip due to the force behind Kratos' attack, surprising him.
Volga came to the conclusion that this man was obviously far stronger then he looked. Or perhaps, like himself, this pale skinned warrior was more than human?
He would reflect upon the matter after he emerges victorious. With a roar akin to a dragon, Volga opened his mouth and unleashed a stream of fire. Kratos sidestepped the fiery stream and broke into a sprint toward the Dragon Knight. Volga met Kratos halfway and their weapons clashed, twin blades against spear. Volga tried to push with all his might, but to no avail. He may as well be trying to move a mountain. Kratos broke the deadlock and viciously head butted Volga in the face, sending the Dragon Knight crashing into ground, forming a small crater. Kratos brought his foot down, intending to reduce Volga's head into a bloody pulp, but the Dragon Knight rolled out of the way just when the Ghost of Sparta slammed his foot down, creating a small crater underneath his foot. Volga hopped back on his feet, and lunged for his enemy, spear poised to pierce Kratos' heart. The God of War used his left blade to knock Volga's spear out of the way before delivering a potent kick to the Dragon Knight's chest, sending him flying into a nearby building, and it instantly came leveling down. Not even five seconds had passed when the rubble exploded, and Volga stepped out.
"I underestimated you. That will not happen again." The Dragon Knight assured the Ghost of Sparta as he raised his right arm. Fire began to engulf and swirl around his arm before it suddenly increased in size, now bearing three large claws. Volga roared and charged forward, and Kratos rushed to meet him in battle. When they were close enough, Volga struck first, slashing his larger arm at Kratos, sending him flying into the air. The God of War recovered midair and threw his weapons out and they pierced Volga's shoulders, evoking cries of pain. Kratos harpooned himself into Volga, roughly slamming the Dragon Knight into the ground before kicking Volga square in the face, sending him bouncing away. Volga managed to land back on his feet before he could take severe damage. The Dragon Knight leapt into the air and miniature dragon wings sprouted out of his back. Kratos threw both of his blades at Volga, but the Dragon Knight swerved out of the way before the blades could hit him. Fire began to gather around Volga's spear and with a roar, he came flying down. Kratos moved out of the way as Volga stabbed his spear into where the Ghost of Sparta once stood, engulfing the area in flames. With a savage war cry, Kratos rushed ahead, blades poised to sever Volga's head. The Dragon Knight brought his spear up just in time to parry Kratos' attack.
Soon the God of War found himself on the defensive, blocking Volga's vicious and swift attacks, much to the Dragon Knight's aggravation. As Volga brought his spear in a downward angle, Kratos brought up the Golden Fleece and the legendary armor deflected the blow, causing Volga to stagger back in surprise. Kratos wasted no time in unleashing his next assault and slashed the Blades of Chaos upward, sending Volga into the air. Kratos throw his right blade and it pierced Volga square in the chest. Kratos yanked down on the chain and violently slammed the Dragon Knight onto the ground. But the Ghost of Sparta wasn't done yet. Kratos whirled around and brought the chain overhead, once again slamming Volga into the ground. He reeled the chain back and the blade returned to his grip. Volga still had a great deal of strength left. With a roar, he assumed his dragon form. He unleashed a thundering roar at his opponent, who remained unfazed by the transformation. Kratos sheathed his blades just as Volga brought his front right foot down on him. Kratos' arms shot up and caught the reptilian foot, and a contest of strength ensued. After five seconds in a power lock, Kratos shoved the large foot away and unsheathed his right blade and plunged it into Volga's foot, earning a roar of pain.
Link's eyes opened, his vision came into focus slowly. Once it did, he looked just in time to see Volga in his dragon form take off into the sky, Kratos holding onto the chain of his blade. Link watched as they flew off into the sky.
Volga snapped his maw at Kratos, who would either evade the jaws or viciously kick Volga's head away. Kratos then swung back and forth on the chain and once he was sure he had enough momentum, his blade dislodged itself from Volga's foot and he rocketed upward into the air. Unsheathing his other blade, Kratos released yet another war cry and dove down toward Volga, stabbing his blades into the Dragon Knight's right wing. Kratos slid down, dragging his blades along the way, leaving nasty and lethal cuts. Volga roared in immense pain as Kratos hopped off the beast as Volga assumed his humanoid form and began to plummet down. But Kratos wasn't done with him yet. Catching up in freefall, Kratos positioned himself atop of Volga and began to ruthlessly punch the Dragon Knight in the face as they came closer and closer to the ground.
Link frantically searched the sky, searching for any sign of Kratos or Volga. "Link, what happened? Where is the pale skinned man and the dragon?" Rusl asked after he and Ashei regained consciousness.
"Up there!" Ilia cried out, pointing to the sky.
Link, Rusl, and Ashei followed the pointing finger just as Kratos and Volga came crashing down into the earth, with Kratos throwing Volga into a nearby rock wall. The Dragon Knight slammed into it before fall down to the ground, and a perfect imprint of his body was left in the wall.
Volga felt as if he had been trampled by a heard of Bullbos. He was covered in bruises and nasty cuts, and every inch of him screamed in pain. He coughed up some blood before lifting his head up, and his eyes beheld Kratos walking casually but menacingly over to him, no doubt aiming to finish him. "It would seem this is my end. But no matter, I may fall, but others will stand in my place." Volga snarled.
"They will fall as well." Kratos sneered as he continued walking toward his prey, repeating the words he had said to Poseidon.
Just as the Ghost of Sparta reached the Dragon Knight, a blast of magic hit Kratos from the left, sending him away. Everyone turned their attention to where the blast came from and their eyes beheld a woman dressed in a teal dress, snow white hair, and her eyes glowed blue.
Ixea, the Sorceress of Ice.
"Many thanks, Ixea." Volga gave his gratitude.
"Thank me later, Volga." Ixea shrugged before the Dragon Knight assumed his alternate form and flew off into the distance, but his wounds hindered his retreat.
Link, Rusl, and Ashei readied themselves, just as Kratos recovered and fixed his menacing glare on the new arrival, unbridled fury burning in his eyes. "You dare attack me when my back is turned?!" The Ghost of Sparta demanded hostilely.
"Aaaaaaw, is someone mad?" Ixea cooed mockingly.
"Insolent wench!" Kratos roared as he unsheathed the Blades of Chaos. "I will hang you with your own entrails!"
"Ohhhhh, feisty." Ixea purred. "But we'll have to play another time." With that said, the Sorceress of Ice disappeared in a puff of teal smoke.
"Coward!" Kratos thundered, glaring at the spot where Ixea once stood. After a few seconds, he sheathed his blades and walked back to the village, ignoring the horrified and disgusted looks people were giving him.
However, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye caught Kratos' attention. Snapping his head in that direction, he spotted a lone Searitian soldier spying on them. Once he made eye contact with the Ghost of Sparta, the Searitian broke off into a sprint. Unsheathing his right blade, Kratos tossed it at a low angle and the blade wrapped itself around the fleeing Searitian's leg, making him trip.
"No!" The Searitian screamed as Kratos pulled on the chain, dragging the whimpering soldier toward him.
Once his captive was at his feet, Kratos sheathed his blade before gripping the Searitian by the throat and roughly hoisted him into the air. The man attempted to pry Kratos' fingers off his throat, but to no avail.
"Kratos, wait." Link began.
"Silence!" The God of War boomed, and every flinched at the ferocity in his tone. Kratos then turned his attention back to his captive. "Now, Searitian, return to your master. Tell Seth that I, Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, am coming for him, and I will see him tremble before me."
Having said his piece, Kratos roughly tossed the Searitian onto the ground, and the soldier wasted no time in rushing to get on his feet and fled the area. Kratos watched him go until he was out of sight, he scoffed and walked off to somewhere else, not even bothering to glance back at the ones glaring at him.
"What the hell did we just see?" Ashei demanded.
Rusl shook his head, too stunned by Kratos' brutality. Link glared at the Ghost of Sparta's back as he walked off. If the Hero of Twilight didn't trust the God of War before, he certainly doesn't now.
The away group remained in the village for an hour, burying those who were killed during the raid. It was a very solemn procedure, but it had to be done.
Hyrule Castle
Zelda sat alone on the bed in her and Link's bedchamber. It had been an hour since she had teleported Link, Rusl, Ashei, Kratos, and the soldiers to Karkariko Village, and she had not heard from them since. Zelda tried to keep herself occupied, but the thoughts of losing her husband plagued her mind. But something else was weighing on her mind. The thought of Seth inflicting pain and misery upon her people, innocent people. The bastard was no doubt sending her a message through this attack, that message being that this wouldn't have happened if she agreed to be his wife.
Zelda shook her head angrily. She could never take Seth as her husband. The man was selfish, deceitful, and arrogant. Link was the opposite of what Seth. Link was selfless, kind, and caring. Zelda had always felt some kind of connection to him when they met in the tower during her imprisonment. He had been a wolf when they first met, but regardless, Zelda felt drawn to him.
A sudden knock at her chamber door jolted Zelda out of her thoughts. "Yes?" She called out, looking at the door.
"My lady, King Lincoln has returned." Felix's muffled voice sounded.
Instantly, Zelda rose from the bed and strode toward the door. She almost flung it open, and Felix stepped back in surprise. Without another word, Zelda made for the courtyard, Captain Felix and his men following after her.
When Zelda entered the courtyard, she instantly spotted Link, forgetting about those accompanying him. "Link!" She cried out as she quickened her pace, careful to not trip on her dress. Link met her halfway and the two embraced fiercely. After a few moments, they pulled away. "What happened at Karkariko?"
"Ask him." Ashei sneered, glaring at Kratos.
Zelda eyed Ashei, then turned her attention to the Spartan. "What did you do?" She demanded carefully.
"I did what had to be done." Kratos explained as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"What had to be done?" Link exclaimed incredulously, a matching look on his face. "You didn't just kill the Searitians, you slaughtered them! Even as they were retreating!" He shouted as he stormed over to the Ghost of Sparta, much to Zelda's alarm.
"Just as they were slaughtering innocent and defenseless children?" Kratos retorted. Zelda gasped at hearing that. A tense silence followed. Link didn't know how to reply to that. "Understand this." Kratos began firmly, move his arms away from his chest. "I will use whatever methods I deem necessary to ensure that we win this war, and I will not be beholden to your whims, least of all you." He said the last part to Link, who glared at him. Scoffing, Kratos shoved Link aside and walked off, no doubt to his chamber.
The Hero of Twilight glared at Kratos until he vanished from sight. "Where did he come from?" Rusl asked.
"Who knows? He just appeared out of nowhere a few weeks ago, demanding an audience with me and Zelda." Link explained.
"Link." Zelda whispered, getting his attention. Link became concerned when he noticed tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. "Is it true what Kratos said? That Seth's men were killing children?"
Link hesitated, then sighed heavily and grimly. "I wish it wasn't, but it is."
Instantly, Zelda broke down. Link pulled her into an embrace, and he gently guided her back to their bedchamber.
Hyrule Border
Night had fallen over Hyrule. Seth sat alone in his private tent within the campsite his men had set up at Hyrule's borders, wineglass in hand. Earlier, he had sent a battalion of soldiers to Karkariko Village with simple orders.
Kill everyone and raze the village to the ground.
Seth knew this was barbaric, but Zelda had brought this upon herself. She had only herself to blame for these death.
"Whatever blood is spilled from this will be on your hands." Zelda's words echoed in his mind.
A half smirk formed on Seth's face. It's the other way around, my dear Zelda.
When they returned, however, Seth didn't expect only less than half of the men he sent to be present, and certainly didn't expect them to be so shaken. When Seth demanded what happened, one of the officers explained to the king that a red tattooed man with skin paler than a corpse wielding dual chained blades had decimated them singlehandedly.
And not even fifteen minutes later, another soldier came rushing into the camp, looking as if he had witnessed his own death. This soldier apparently had a message for Seth, from this mysterious warrior.
"He called himself Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta. He said he's coming for you, my lord, and that he will see you tremble before him." The soldier said. Seth had thought about this revelation for a while. Sparta was unfamiliar to him, so he assumed that it was a land far, far from this one.
An arrogant smile crept across Seth's face when his eyes landed on a cabinet. Setting his glass down, Seth rose from his seat and walked over to the cabinet, gripping the handles and slowly opened the doors, revealing a sword.
But it wasn't just any sword. The hilt was pitch black, decorated with blood red jewels. The blade itself matched the color of the jewels, and the weapon radiated a malevolent aura.
The Blade of Malice. Forged by Veran, the Sorceress of Shadows had given it to Seth the night he agreed to her terms. Seth reached in and gripped the hilt, and blade glowed a bright red. The Searitian King's smile widened as he felt the weapon's dark magic course through him.
Whoever you are, Kratos, when we cross paths, I shall be ready for you.
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