War Inside My Head

Chapter III

Cool Night Air

The morning rose up along with Kratos. The nights sleep had not been a good one for him, Kratos could barely ever sleep with the dreams he would have but now with the added thought of the old mans daughter in his mind it made it even harder. The old man had me up a small camping ground far from Kratos. The old man did not say a single word to Kratos after he spoke the words of the burning village. Kratos had never saw a survivor of his brutal murder campaigns before for good reason because most of time there was no such thing as a survivor of his raids of Villages. Kratos thought about that night he raided the old mans Village again, he could not force out of his head. Flashbacks of the brutal ways of his army which was under the guidance of Ares.

The old man in his small camping ground also began to recall that night he stood no chance against the Army of Kratos...

Moonlight cast over the Village, most of the people had go into their houses ready for sleep when the sheer terror that was the noise of horses storming into the village could be heard. The towns guard rang the bell as hard as he could to signal for the rest of the guards to get ready but it was no use, no Towns Guard could stop the rage of Kratos' army.

An arrow soared through the cool night air ripping through it into the chest of the guard at the bell tower. With one single blow to the chest the guard gasped for air and slowly but surely died by himself in the tower, the ringing of the bell had stopped which caused more fear into the towns people. The roaring of the horses had stopped, The Village's guards slowly walked out of each of their houses ready for battle. Small Armour made out of scrap metal and old dusty swords and bows. The towns Main guard "Vastla" stormed out of his house and mounted his only horse and sent a guard to order a peace deal with whoever was just outside the Villages gates. Minutes passed and Vastla was growing in anger when a object came flying into Village, all the guards put up their old rusty shields the object came crashed into the ground sending dirt all over it, Vastla picked it up. it was the head of the Guard he sent out, clearly they rejected the peace deal. Vastla turned to his guards, they got a glimpse of the head and shot a look of fright at Vastla, these men had not been Soldiers for any army, they had been simple folk with no real experience in battle but the growing Village needed guards to protect it which is why they formed a small group of Guards in order to protect it. The most the guards had to deal with was thief's and drunks, never had they faced the might of a Army.

The sound of death picked up again as the horses began to storm again, Vastla closed his eyes in sadness and fear, he knew his guards stood no chance but they could not give up and drop their weapons, Vastla would rather die then drop the weapons to a invader. Vastla knew time was running out from when they would easily break down the gates to the Village, he got off his horse and stormed into his house and told his only daughter to go to the council headquarters and hide there, Vastla thought they would not bother with the Headquarters, there was nothing worthy of taking from inside of it. She run out with tears pouring out of her eyes, she quickly made her way to the headquarters and hid inside of it, the darkness whilst spooked her was a good cover from whoever was able to break in the Village. Vastla walked of his horse and mounted his horse again and faced his guards behind him and began to speak

"Whoever they are, Whoever is their leader, We will not bow down and drop weapons" screamed out Vastla hoping to install pride and passion into his men but seemed to have not work as the guards still looked scared as ever, Vastla this time with more anger in his voice spoke up again rasing his sword

"this is your land, we built this from the bottom up and now they wish to take it from us, Let them try!" screamed out Vastla, as sound of Death had been growing with each word he spoke

One guard dropped his sword and began to run towards the gates as it was the only way out of the Village, Vastla screamed out for him stop, the guard looking back at Vastla screamed out he couldn't take it and wanted to live as he faced the Gates again the sound of Death reach it's peak. The gates blasted into the body of the guard knocking him down, Dirt danced into's way into the air. Vastla couldn't make out what was at the Gate as a result of the Dirt as the dirt died down there was a big strong figure holding the guard with one single arm. The figure whipped out a blade from his back and sliced across the neck of the guard. Blood touched the Cool night air as the guards head dropped down to the ground, the figure that was still holding onto the headless body dropped it and screamed out to his men, the figures voice was brutal, it boomed it's way behind him. Vastla screamed as his men to attack as he kicked into his horse to begin storming into the Army. The men behind him slowly but surely started running behind Vastla, Finnaly Vastla was able to see the lone figure before him...Vastla eyes opened as wide as possible and halted his horses tracks...Vastla...slowly spoke the mans name..."Kratos..."

Vastlas men looked back at their leader who had stopped riding and turned again into the direction the gates when the battle occurred...The men on horses stormed into the Village and they brutally easily took out the Guards almost at easy with little worry. Kratos with the blood of the guards men around him slowly walked over the man on the horse a few stone throws away from him. Kratos screamed at the man to fight him. One on One. Kratos' Army was done with their easy victory and all stood behind their leader as he screamed out again at the man on the horse. Vastla thought back to his words he said to his guards before the Battle and knew he had been wrong. There was no way they could even stance a chance against the might of this Army Vastla thought about escaping for he knew ways around the Village to escape apart from the Front gates that had been broken down but he didn't, Full knowing he was able to walk his very last steps on his land he mounted off his horse and began slowly walking to the Army before him, It was sure death. Walking to the army he saw the lifeless bodies of his guards behind the Army, The sound of a door crashing open was the next sound Vastla had heard and it came from the council headquarters The figure of his daughter came into the Moons light and Vastla saw that Kratos shot a look at her, Vastlas Daughter started running towards her father as Vastla also began running to his Daughter trying to grab her as fast as he could, he shot another look at Kratos who took out one of his fiery blades.

Vastla screamed out as his daughter to hide when the Fiery blade made it's way through the air with all the Hate and Anger and forced it's self into the back of the Daughter of Vastla. She looked at her stomach and a fiery blade was sticking out with blood dripping out of it She cast a look at into her fathers eyes, a mixture of tears and blood came out from her sweet childlike eyes. Vastlas screamed out and fell as he tried to run as fast as he could to his Daughter. Kratos pulled on the Chain holding his blade and the body of the teenager ripped back and fell to the ground. Dead. Vastla looked up from the ground, tears poured out from within him. Kratos walked up to him and raised him with one single arm and began to speak in his cold voice

"I could kill you right now with very little effort...but I won't...you sill suffer the same fate as me..the knowledge of your daughter die with nothing you can do about it" the cold voice spat out from the cold man

Vastla was dropped to the dirt and he saw the might of Kratos' army make their way out. Not taking a thing with him or killing anyone else. Vastla looked into the dirt before him and he knew had to do something. He knew he had to Kill Kratos, whatever it took, whatever price he had to pay He would see the lifeless body of Kratos in his lifetime. He sworn on it.