Me: Wow, I had no idea my story would have become popular so fast. Many favorites and followers. I'm gonna keep this up. Hopefully I'll get this done before the next God of War game comes out. We all know how its gonna go. Fight Thor, take Mjolnir, fight other gods, Atreus becomes Loki, free Fenrir and Kratos probably dies fighting Odin. Its gotta be something like that. I also want to point out that the 1st person point of view will go on for a few more chapters then it will be in the 3rd person when I start RWBY.

I've been following this wo... Faye for some time now. We've talked and she told me what I needed to know. This world I transported myself to is called Remnant. Almost 40 years ago, there was a great war that threatened to destroy all of civilization fought by many. It reminded me of the city-states of Helas. Sparta, Athens, Thebes, Corinth.

And much like the Hellenics, the people of Remnant had been killing each other for territory and resources. They fought to control Dust. An energy source capable of powering cities with a technology I've never thought possible. The things Faye told me sounded unbelievable, but they were true. Then she told me dusts other use as a weapon. Of course. Dust can be used to harness the elements such as fire, ice, earth and more. It was what saved the people from the Grimm. And they almost killed themselves over it.

The people living here are divided into different kingdoms, the four largest ones being Vacuo, Mistral, Vale... and most disturbing of all, Atlas. I asked her why the name of a Titan and she shook her head.

"They called themselves after him for his responsibility for holding up the skies with his great strength. They want to embody his sense of duty and honor for protecting the earth from being crushed."

I spat on the ground and shifted the boar on my back to be more comfortable. "Responsibility? Honor? Atlas was punished. He must hold up the sky or he will be crushed as well. He is simply protecting himself." I was the one who trapped him there after all. Wherever Atlas and the other surviving Titans are, I hope to never see them again.

I realized I had said more then I needed to, but thankfully, Faye hadn't noticed.

Fay chuckled, but there was no humor. "Yes, if anything they embody his selfishness. I hate Atlas. I can tell you of the few people worthy of respect by simply counting the fingers on my hands. That also counts the other kingdoms. The war might be over, but hatred is something that can never be forgotten."

No, it cannot. People will always find a reason to fight. To kill.

We stayed silent the rest of the journey until we arrived. The village was hardly a village at all. Just a ransack of rushed buildings, but I can tell this was a façade. "Nomads. They build and pack quickly in order to move fast."

Faye nodded. "That's about right. The people were going to move on before the grimm destroyed their food. Thanks to this pig, they got enough to head to the capital." I send her a look. "Zamos. Its in south of the Island of Patch."

"Patch?" My Spartan heritage believes that all who follow different gods, speak a different language and wear different clothing are barbarians. Not this. I look around and see people milling around, caring for each other. Parents watched their children play. The old were being tended to by the young.

I tense when I see them. Humans with animal features. One had horns on his head like a rams while another had scales of a lizard. There was a woman with wolf ears and an entire family with the wings of eagles.

"Never seen faunus before?" Faye questioned me.

"Only monsters who have tried to kill me." I tell her of the minotaurs, gorgons and satyrs. Like before with Atlas, she simply takes it in stride.

Faye shakes her head. "We have none of those creatures on Patch, thankfully. Especially those serpents. After a serious hunt a few years back I always carry reflective goggles with me."

She knows more then should be possible. Many monsters exist in my world, but now I find out they live here as well? It seems the Olympians had come to this world before. What else was Athena holding from me?

I knew I should not have said that name.

On the other side of the village, I see her. The self-proclaimed goddess of wisdom stared at me from afar. I bristle at the sight. She was transparent as a ghost like before after she took the strike that was meant for Zeus. Even in another world, this spectre continues to haunt me.

"Why are you here, Kratos?" She spoke mockingly. Only I can see and hear her. "How long before you slaughter these people like your family?"

I growl.

"Hey."

Faye's words bring me back. Athena disappears and Faye stares at me in concern.

"I am fine," I quickly said. "No need to concern yourself."

She doesn't look convinced, but she didn't pursue it. She motioned for me to proceed. I walk to the center of the village, alerting everyone. Children quickly ran to their parents while a number of adults raised weapons I've seen before. Guns they are called. Metal sticks that belch smoke and fire followed by a 'bullet'. I had been shot before by bandits, and though they hurt, I heal fast. The bandits, however, could not.

I dropped the boar on the ground, much to the villagers surprise.

"It's okay!" Faye shouted. "He's an ally. He brought us enough food to get to Zamos."

I see the tense atmosphere quickly leave after Faye spoke in my defense. She's well respected among these people.

It took twenty men and women to drag the boar away to prepare it. This was a gender equality society then. Good. Women could be dangerous just as any man. The Spartans knew this. My mother was a powerful example. I still remember the time when I was five and she almost threw a general of Sparta from a balcony for calling Deimos a weak rat. No one insults my brother and I without receiving my mothers wrath.

One of them stepped forward. One look and my troubles had returned. He was a young man, probably still in his adolescence. His hair was silver, his skin was pale and the way he smiled made me want to strike him. He wore leather clothing and a wolf skin over his shoulders. In his hand was a cup that he drank from every now and then.

But when I saw those eyes, I knew he wasn't mortal. He was old. Older then he should be. He wasn't a god, I would sense it. He was most likely either a demigod or an ancient blessed by gods. And he knew who I was.

"Ah, so you are the savior of the day." His voice proved my theory further. "My name is Ozpin. It is a pleasure to meet you, mr.?"

So he wishes to play with me? Can I never find peace? "Kratos."

The warlock took a moment to drink from his cup. I took a sniff and grimaced at the sweet smell that emanated from the cup. I hate sweet drinks.

"Kratos. Judging by where this boar came from and where Faye went, you came from the north western part of Patch. Right?" I say nothing. He smiles. I could see Faye watching from the side. "Right. That part of the island is unpopulated, and for good reason. To many beasts, monsters and grimm, even on an island like Patch. How did you managed to survive that long out there?"

"Stop playing games, warlock." I growl under my breath. "You know who I am and I know what you are."

Ozpin simply smiles. "Why am I not surprised. Come. Let's continue this in my personnel tent."

He was not in charge. I had to tell myself that again and again as I fallowed him. I did not want to fight, but I will if I had to. I just didn't want to fight Faye.

After we entered Ozpin snapped his fingers. Instantly the inside of the tent glowed with various symbols surrounding us. When it was done, I glared at Ozpin. "A trap? It will take more then that to stop me."

The warlock laughed. "I just had to make sure no one would be eavesdropping on our conversation. I don't expect my simple silencing runes to stop you, Ghost of Sparta."

I stormed forward, but Faye stopped me.

"Wait," She said. "Just hear him out, Kratos. You can trust us."

She knew as well. I knew she did after seeing me.

When it came to trust I found it a weakness because I have always been betrayed. But Faye... she was different. So for now I'll trust her. "Very well, but make it quick."

Ozpin nodded. "Of course. You see, Kratos, I heard of rumors from Hellas that the Olympians and the Titans had been killed." He shakes his head in disappointment. "I always knew one of Zeus' children would kill him."

"You knew him?"

"No, thankfully. Only of his self-made glory and his adultery. Couldn't have been easy on his wife."

It wasn't. When I picture Hera, I don't see a beautiful woman like her thousands of statues make her out to be. I see a drunk hag blaming everyone for her misfortunes.

Ozpin sighs. "So, seeing you here am I to assume Zeus is dead? Along with Helios and Hades? Poseidon? Hermes?"

"All of them."

"Hmm." The warlock nods.

Faye spits and uttered a curse in a language I couldn't understand. "Good riddance. Selfish inbred cunts and whores, the lot of them." This woman continues to intrigue me. "They tried to claim this world as their own."

"Did they?" Must have happened before I was born.

"Yes," Ozpin says. "But they weren't here for long. The brothers made sure of it."

"Brothers?"

"Yes. Light and Dark. They were the gods of this world long ago. When Zeus invaded with his army of gods and monsters, the brothers unleashed a powerful spell that banished the Olympians from Remnant forever."

"Then how am I here?" I question.

"Easy. You are a demigod. Despite your ascension to godhood after you killed Ares, you are still half-mortal. The brothers did not expect that for they cannot have children with mortals."

The more I hear, the more concern I grew. "Are they here? Will they trouble me as well?"

"No." Ozpin says with a hard voice. From the look of anger in his eyes I can tell he was also spurned by gods. "They're gone. They've been gone for some time now. Where? Who knows."

"We're better off without them," Faye huffed. "They were just as arrogant as the Olympians."

Ozpin doesn't look convinced, but I move on this conversation. I don't want to hear about gods again. "Now that I have brought the boar, will I leave now? Or will you stop me."

"On the contrary, Kratos." Ozpin said as he took another sip. "You see, after the Great War, the last king of Vale had created a way to deal with the Grimm and monsters plaguing the people of Remnant. Huntsman. Men and women trained to kill with exceptional skill. Academies had been created in all of the Kingdoms and I am here to help build Signal Academy in Zamos."

Like the Agoge? I doubt that. "How old?"

"Their late teens" Faye says. "Can't train them too young. A lot of people won't like training child-soldiers."

Then these... 'Academies' were most definitely not the Agoge. Spartans are taken at age 7 and trained to near death to be warriors. I remember many brothers who had died before they reached even 10. It kept our people safe not only from invaders, but kept the Helots under control. Slaves. They outnumbered us 100 to one so every year we declared 'war' on them, if you can call it that. We focused on the strongest and smartest ones first to quell the numbers a bit and a rite of passage for a Spartan youth was to kill a Helot and leave before an Elder found you. If you were, he would punish for simply being caught, not for killing a Helot.

I always found keeping slaves was a weakness that could easily be exploited by our enemies, for we could not care for ourselves. Fools we were.

"They will not last long." I gave my thoughts. "Some will be arrogant and die on their first hunt."

Ozpin looked down in shame. "That is the unfortunate end Huntsman will meet if they are not trained properly." This has happened already then. Good. Let the teachers fail so they can be better for the next generation.

"Do you wish for me to train them then?" I will not. I failed as a father to my own daughter and I will fail as a teacher to these children playing warriors.

Ozpin shakes his head. "No, Spartan. I will not ask you do what you do not want. Instead, I offer you a home to make in Zamos. You do not have to live in the wilds anymore."

I slowly stepped forward and glared right in his unflinching eyes. He was strong willed. Almost impressive. "You know of my history. What I have done. The innocent blood forever staining my hands. I must stay away from people to keep them safe."

"Oh, I know, Kratos." Ozpin said softly, but there was iron in his words. "But this isn't Hellas. Time to start a new life."

"Why are you so insistent on me?"

"Because it is better to have you as an ally instead of an enemy."

I growl again. I do not want people. I want to be alone. Why can't this warlock understand.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn and see Faye staring at me with those caring, silver eyes. "You can go back if you want, but I'll visit you. Until you're ready. I can wait as long as I can. Besides, I want to see which of us is the better warrior."

It is happening again. Fine. We'll see how long she'll stay until she sees the monster.

"I will leave, but I will not join any of you."

Ozpin simply smiles. "You say that now, but the future is uncertain. It always changes."

That is most likely the only thing we will ever agree on.

I grunt. "We shall see."

Me: Another small chapter done. Whew. Glad I got this out of the way. Probably three or four more and I can go one to the main plot. I suggest you guys bear with me because I got to explain a lot of stuff before Ruby and Yang go to Beacon. Now, I suggest you reread this chapter and look up some words you don't know. Here are a couple.

Hellas is the true name of the country. Greece came from the Latin word Graeci, which in turn originates from the ancient Greek word, Graikos.

The agoge was the rigorous education and training program mandated for all male Spartan citizens, except for the firstborn son in the ruling houses. Sparta had two kings.