They had been out hunting for deer when it happened.

They were finding many resources as they were following the animal around the forest. They encountered many enemies but they've managed rather easily, the experience they've both gained during their big journey had served them right.

Until they came across a revenant.

This shouldn't have been anything special considering how many of them they've killed so far. But it only took one single mistake, one foul step and suddenly Atreus was in the hands of one of those creatures.

"Father!" The boy yelled as he tried getting away but the grip of those large and cold fingers were too frightening and he felt like he was getting weaker just by how disgusting it was.

Kratos quickly turned his head, he had just been done killing the last draugr "Boy!" He roared as he started running towards his kid, he didn't dare throw his axe since the revenant was moving far too fast even with his child in hands "Fight!"

"I-I'm t-trying! Father!" Atreus sounded desperate, specially when the creature's mouth opened and a green cloud was coming out of it and closer to him "Father!" He could only call for his father even as that mist entered his body through his nostrils.

"Brother! Get the boy right now! He's poisoning him!" Mimir yelled just as desperately.

And of course Kratos was rushing and once he was close enough to thrust his axe into the revenant's body, breaking it in half and making it let Atreus go, who fell straight into the ground, completely unconscious.

The God yelled a cry of war and he grabbed the revenant with his own bare hands and started ripping it apart until it was dead and it's torn body disappeared with the air.

As soon as the enemy had vanished right in front of him, Kratos turned around to look at his child "Atreus!" He exclaimed before going to him, gently holding him in his arms "Wake up, boy! Open your eyes!" He was shaking his kid, trying to get him to just snap those beautiful blue eyes open.

"Brother...he was poisoned. He needs immediate help." Mimir spoke urgently.

"What do I do?" He asked as he stood up, this position: him holding his unconscious son in his arms, was far too familiar and it made him shake in fear.

"Well, I would suggest you take him to Freya but considering the recent past events I can't say for sure."

"Do you not know what to do, head?"

"I know about the poison but... That's it!" He suddenly exclaimed "Jormungandr! He is quite sage I am sure he knows more than I about this."

"Hm." Kratos then quickly turned around to rush back over to the Lake of Nine, luckily they were quite close and it was no more than a quick boat travel.

When they arrived at the temple and then ascended to the large horn, Kratos gently carried his son in one strong arm as he held the head against it to call for the serpent.

It quickly arrived, as usual, and it seemed quite focused on Atreus even before Mimir started talking to him and explaining the situation.

He didn't understand what was being said and frankly he wished that language could be spoken much faster. His child was not moving and he felt heavy against him, even though he was too light and small for a boy his age.

So far, it didn't seem like his kid took after his mother or himself when it came to his height.

"Brother." Mimir's voice snapped him back to reality and Kratos saw both him and the serpent looking at him.

"So? What do I do, head?"

"Jormungandr says there's an ingredient in Alfheim that if mixed with some water of the lake could produce an antidote."

"I have to go all the way there? What ingredient?" His mind starting racing, he didn't exactly want to take his child in such a journey if he was not okay.

"I will guide you once we get there." Mimir assured the other "I know how to get this ingredient, I just didn't know it could be used as an antidote. Right now, this is our best chance." He said "Jormungandr suggested you leave the boy with the dwarves, he says he will take watch here and make sure no one tries to enter."

"Are you crazy?!"

"I don't like this either, brother. But I must admit I've never seen those two act so...open and nice with anyone else other than your son. He will be safe with them, besides, with their abilities, if something were to happen they'd be able to take him with them and hide him."

"Damn right we will!" Brok yelled from the entrance of the temple. Sindri was standing next to him looking at the situation with concern and anxiety.

"W-We will take care of him." He nodded "As long as he doesn't start bleeding or something…" He then quickly put a hand on his mouth "Oh I'm gonna throw up." He said before following his brother.

Without saying a single word, Kratos lowered the plate he was standing on and then followed the brothers. The serpent never left the place he was in, he watched Atreus until he could no longer see him.

Inside, the man looked at the elves. There was a bed that definitely wasn't there before.

"Just put it on the damn thing." Brok told Kratos, pointing at the bed "You go do what ya need to do."

Sindri nodded, pointing at the bed as well "Here."

"What the Hell happened? Is it true a fucking reverant poisoned him?"

"Oh my...That is not okay. Not one bit." Sindri shook his head.

Kratos didn't reply and just looked at his child and then at the dwarves before going over and gently putting his son on the mattress. He knelt down and placed a big hand on the boy's cheek "Look after him." It was meant to come out as a threat but his voice was weaker than usual.

"Yeah, yeah, we know. Now go! There's no time to waste! Do ya want me to kiss ya goodbye?" Brok looked at Kratos who slowly stood up and gripped his Blades of Chaos tightly in his hands.

He hummed in agreement before turning to leave to Alfheim.

"Brother." Mimir suddenly spoke up as they were waiting for the Travel Room to turn to go to the land of the elves "Jormungandr mentioned one more thing."

"What is it, head?"

"He said that even after giving the lad the antidote, there may be side effects."

"Side effects? What type of side effects?" Kratos narrowed his eyes.

"Well, if I am honest with you, brother...No one knows. Everyone that ever got poisoned by a revenant…"

"What, head?!"

"Has died." Mimir's voice was heavy with concern and Kratos' breathing hitched in his throat "It doesn't surprise me that I didn't know there was a possible cure. Asking Jormungandr about this was our best move. Since he's not from this time he has more information than I do. I certainly hope he's not mistaken, he looked really sure about it. Didn't even doubt it."

"How could he know?" Kratos growled as the bridge finally locked and he stepped out of the Temple and into the land.

"Do not forget he comes from the future, brother. He knows more about the world than we do."

Kratos grunted as a reply and, with Mimir's guidance, he walked straight to his objective.

"Where the Hell is that bastard?" Brok cursed out nervously as he walked around his shop. Sindri was sitting on the bed right next to Atreus. The boy was still unconscious and he didn't seem to be doing worse, but he didn't seem to be doing better either.

"I am sure he will be back soon." There was no doubt about it. They both knew how much Kratos loved his child, and they understood that he would do anything to keep him safe. He wouldn't abandon the child, but they were growing anxious since they really didn't want anything happening to such a sweet little boy.

"Ye well he better hurry the fuck up." Brok then moved to start working on another weapon just so he would have something to do.

"It's only been an hour, I'm sure he needs more time to get what he needs." Sindri replied, his eyes never leaving Atreus's face. He wondered how he was still alive, considering everyone died if a revenant breathed their poison inside the body.

"I'm surprised the brat's still alive." Brok then commented and Sindri gulped "How is 'e?"

"The same as before. He's not showing any signs, it's almost as if...As if he was just sleeping." He answered and his brother huffed.

"That will give 'im some time but he needs to hurry up. I will go see if he needs anything. Ye stay here." Brok said before turning to leave the shop, but before he could do anything, Kratos entered the Temple holding a flask of water and some strange herbs that sunk to the bottom of it "About time!"

"Do not fret." The God of War told the dwarf as he walked straight to his child, Sindri stood up to give him space, but he stayed close. Brok also took some steps towards them, eager to see what would happen.

"Now, you have to make him drink, just a little bit should be enough." Mimir adviced from the God's waist. Kratos moved to kneel next to the bed, he gently grabbed his son to make him sit up before pressing the end of the flask against the small lips, he tilted the object until some drops entered the boy's mouth.

The four of them then waited for some instants, expecting something to happen. And when Brok was just about to lose his mind again, Atreus' eyes slowly opened. He blinked some, letting the blue hues getting used to the light coming from the fire. He groaned a bit and Kratos held him tighter as to not drop him.

"Boy?" He asked, his voice coming softer than usual.

Atreus then looked at the man, before doing the same with the others, yet his eyes came back to the one holding him. The child gulped before biting his lower lip.

"Laddie?" Mimir tried and Atreus gasped when he realized that he was right there.

"Atreus, talk to me." Kratos urged, wanting to see if his kid was really okay, needing the reassurance.

The boy took a deep breath before bringing his hands close to his chest.

"Who are you, mister?"