War Inside My Head
Chapter II
House of Revelations
Kratos and the old man came close to the town of Dion and before they did Kratos leaped off his horse, the old man didn't move or speak but rather just watched as Kratos walked off with a sack in his hand. The old man didn't know what was going on or what Kratos was about to do. A short while later a figure came slowly walking out from the bushes. His face couldn't been seen, his whole body covered in a dart cloak. The figure came slowly walking over to the horse, once the man saw what was coming towards him the old stumbled off the horse and began crawling away sending dirt into the air. The figure broke into a small jag and quickly and easily caught up with the old man and stepped on the back of the old man and forcibly laid his left leg down holding a grip on the man on the dirt. The old man cried for mercy to which a cold desperate not heard in a long time laugh came out from under the hood. The figure removed his hood to the sigh of the old man, It was Kratos. Kratos bent down and helped the old man up, Kratos caught a glimpse of a burning the old man had on his left forearm, the fall rustled the old mans clothes. Kratos burned deep into the symbol gazing at it before the old man quickly covered it, The old man looked into the still burning eyes of Kratos before turning away and heading off. Kratos gazed to the ground before him. That symbol on the old mans arm, he knew it. He had seen it before. Kratos turned around and began jogging to the old man. Kratos caught up easily with the old and turned him around with his right arm, the old man shrugged off Kratos and took out his blade p
"Please. I mean no harm" Kratos spoke out whilst holding his sword in his cloak, ready to strike at any moment.
"Don't fool yourself. I thank you for helping me but my past is mine. You need not know of it the old man spat out as he started to walk faster away from Kratos.
Kratos Let the old man walk off in front of him, After a short while the old man walked into the sunset leaving Kratos alone again, He knew he needed someone around him. He didn't like to admit it but deep down Kratos hated being alone. Kratos walked over to his horse who was resting by a tree, Kratos stroked the face of his horse and patted it's head. Kratos at least had one friend left. Calling his horse to get up Kratos jumped on it and began to ride again. He thought about riding into the direction of where the old man walked off and picking him up, The old man would not last long in his condition walking to thought Kratos as he kicked the horse into the sunset and began riding again.
It was not long before Kratos caught up with the old man slowly walking, stumbling along the way. Kratos pulled his horse alongside the old man and began to slowly walk with the old man.
"I don't need your help fool!" the old man spat out again this time with a little more aggression
"Listen old man, you will not make It far by yourself walking to Dion. It's a two or three day ride at least" Kratos said trying to guide his horse alongside the old man
The old man looked up at Kratos and knew he was right, Dion was still a long way ahead and walking to Dion whilst could be done but not only will it take much longer but a man of his age would almost certainly not make it. The old man stopped in his tracks and this was a clear sign he wanted to get on the horse, Kratos forced out a small laugh as he helped the old man on the horse and they once again began riding to Dion. Together. Along the way they passed a small burnt house, a foul smell echoing from out within it. The old man covered his nose in disgust before noticing that Kratos did not seem to be affected by the smell at all. The old man got off his horse and slowly walked inside the burnt house made of wood. Kratos did nothing or said anything just kept stating into the house as the old man walked inside eyeing everything around him. The house had been burning for a few days and finally died out.
A scream came soaring out from the house which caused Kratos to leap off his horse and ran into the house crashing into the old man who was trying to escape. The images of what was inside the house even caused Kratos to almost scream out in disgust and horror. He had seen many things, Many foul things, often at his own doing but nothing like this. Nothing this Dark. The old man was now outside almost vomiting his mornings meal, the foul images did not leave his head. Kratos walked slowly out of the house, the smell still raping the air, Walking to the old man who was still exposing his meal, Kratos put his arm around the shoulder of the old man but was quickly shoved off.
"You…you..don't seem shocked by what was inside" The old man spat in reference to the house near them
Kratos eyed the old man before walking over to his horse. It was time to leave, he had seen enough, he seen as much as he wanted to. The old man did not follow but rather stood his ground and screamed at Kratos to tell him about his past.
"These…these didn't even affect you, how can you not be affected by what was in that house!"
"My name is Kratos…I've seen my many share of battles over the years" the words smashed right into the face of the old man, he had not been expecting that.
Kratos forcibly closed his eyes and turned his head into his right shoulder, it was clear he didn't wish to expose that information. The old man looked into the eyes of Kratos, those cold deep dark lonely eyes before speaking up
"You….you..are..Kratos..the..god…of..war?" said the old man stumbling his words out, Anger was now apart of the fear that stormed out of the old mans mouth
Kratos began to speak up again but before he could begin his words the old man let out a cold shriek and took out his blade with tears pouring out of the old mans face and stormed at Kratos with his blade high in the air, Kratos easily stopped the old man in his tracks when he exposed the Blades of Athena and with one easy quick strike, not taking any flesh took out the blade from the old man's left hand, the old man seemed to most impressed with the skill of Kratos, he knew he stood no chance against Kratos, let alone a God but that did not stop the old man who now went to land a punch on the God of War. Kratos grabbed the mans arm with easy before speaking up
"OLD MAN, WHAT IS THAT ANGERS YOU?" screamed out Kratos with a mean grip on the old mans arm
"You..you…the god…of war…." the old man could not finish his words but with another mean show of strength by the hand of Kratos holding the mans arm he began to speak again, this time with pain, not only anger in his voice
You…you…raided my Village…took my daughter and brutally slaughtered her in front of me many years ago…"
Kratos let go of the grip of the old man in shock and the images of that night came storming into the mind of Kratos. Forcing themselves inside the mind of the God of War.