Me: Okay, just bear with me on this chapter. I'm going to try my best where years pass and Kratos and Faye fall in love. It doesn't come that fast, of course. Kratos lost his family and is still in pain and I need time to get to it because I'm also doing shots of Kratos with his family. Anyone in my shoes can understand. Also, I'm not really good with romance. So, lets get started.
She kept her promise.
Faye visited only a day after I left Zamos.
As I traveled with her, the people and the warlock to the city, Faye explained some interesting things with me. As it turns out, some people have the power to unlock aura's- an energy I had thought only the gods and their children could wield. They use it as a shield for protection and can heal themselves in and out of battle. It gives them better strength, stamina, agility and more. Those who persevere can even have a 'semblance'. A mannifistation of ones innate and personal power that can turn the tide of battle either in the warriors favor... or against him.
It was no wonder Zeus wanted this world. If he had conquered and enslaved the people to worship him, he could have had an almost unstoppable army at his disposal.
Did his selfishness know no bounds?
I was brought from my thoughts when I saw Zamos.
It was smaller then it should be, but there was room to expand. It was here that I met another race. The lynians. Beastmen.
They came in different kinds, more beast then man. Bulls, lizards, crows, wolfmen and cat people called Felynes that stood only two feet high. But they were good cooks.
There were a even or so number of humans, faunus and lynians. Though some have been giving each other uneasy looks.
After the Great War came the faunus rights revolution when the faunus were being forced to live on an island called Menagerie. They were treated worse then second-class citizens. Even the lynians hardly gave them respect, though it was better then Atlas. Because of their animal features, they were treated like animals by the humans and treated like traitors by the lynians. They won the revolution and were allowed to live in the other kingdoms, but were met with disgust. The kingdoms of Remnant boasted their words of 'Alliance' and 'Unity', but they will never abide by these words.
But I stay out of it. I was not in the war, I have no opinion.
Zamos is a coastal city, situated around a crescent shape bay where there was enough room for ten trireme ships to pass side to side. It reminded me so much of a Hellenic city. The farms were thriving with healthy looking beasts much larger then what was back home. Cows growing over two tons, sheep and goats as large as carts, scores of trees bearing fruit such as apples and -much to my surprise- a vineyard with grapes. There was a winery nearby.
I can't remember the last time I had wine. I bought a small bottle and took a drink. It was bitter and no sweet. Not as good as ones from the islands of my home country such as Mende or Lemnos, but passable.
There were even olive groves and barrels filled with aging féta. Food from my world. The people here brine the olives differently. They remove the pits and stuff them with either cheese or something called a 'pepper'. It had a spicy, sweet flavor and tasted... good. The olive oil, stuffed olives, and year old aged feta Faye had bought for me from a 'deli', as she calls it... it brought back memories.
Bitter memories.
I remember how much Calliope loved grapes and olives. They were her favorite treats.
I remember my mother laughing as Deimos and I tried our first piece of féta, our faces scrunching in disgust at the sour taste.
And I remember the first time I attempted to drink myself to death after I killed my family, forsaking my Spartan oath to never drink.
I almost threw the food to the pigs, but stopped myself. I would not only be insulting the people who made this food so they could sell them to provide for their families, but also Faye. I instead gave what I didn't finish to her, who gave me that same smile as she ate and drank.
She knows what I did. Why won't she hate me?
I can't stay any longer.
The people I helped were kind to me. They gave me as much food and drink I could carry and new clothing. They even offered a large horse for me, but I declined. An animal would simply be a burden. I left and returned to my cave. The cursed items I left behind were still there. And the next day, Faye was there.
We hunted together. We struck down Grimm together. Faye was a warrior made as she carved apart Grimm bears called ursa and giant black birds called nevermore with little effort. They hardly provided a challenge. So, she offered something different. Accepting a contract from Ozpin, we went hunting for beasts called 'graboids' in the Kingdom of Vacuo.
The giant worms could grow up to 30 feet and weigh over 12 tons. They can travel faster then a horse through the sand like a fish in water. Their leathery skin didn't offer much protection, so they stay in the ground all their lives. They have 3 long tongues capable of grabbing a full grown cow and dragging it under ground to devour. The graboids were blind, so they hunted by sensing the sound above the ground, like footsteps.
As strong as they were, we were stronger.
A good number of them were harassing herds of creatures called camels- ugly and smelled worse then a rotting corpse- and the herdsmen of Vacuo called for help. They sent in hunter teams and already two were killed. Their mistake was that they hunted monsters that had perfected hunting and killing before the titans had even a shred of power. Fools. Let the living learn from their mistakes.
Faye and I simply walked as bait and they were upon us. One tried to drag me down, but I grabbed its tongues and dragged it up. I killed it by ripping its beak out.
Faye took care of another two by using her magic, the first time I've seen her use it. She struck her axe on the ground and a wave of ice froze the worms as they jumped out to grab her. Faye then shattered them with a single strike each.
The rest had been taken care of and we stood surrounded by orange blood and guts.
"These beasts have a stench worse then the camels." I grunt as I attempted to ignore the horrible smell.
Faye spat out blood that was in her mouth. "Aye. They taste horrible and the remains decay quickly so the hide is worthless. The only good thing the graboids are good for after death is feeding the animals of the desert. But take the beaks. People pay a lot of money for them."
"They're useful?"
"Ground them up and they're made into a medicine for hangovers and can cure impotency for men."
I sent her a look. "Can it?"
She huffs. "Fuck no, but stupid rich fools can be taken advantage of when they have the money to spend."
I huff in disgust. If the wealthy can be fooled that easily, then the people were much more like the Hellenics then I thought. Like those preening Athenians.
We carried the beaks back to the capital and Faye was right. Already several men and women in expensive clothing called suits were waiting for us. They payed us much hard currency called lien. Faye said there was enough to purchase a new car. Those metal, noisy machines.
When the rich left, I growl. "Idiotic fools."
Faye simply shrugs. "To hell with them. Let them waste their lien."
I asked what she was going to do with the money. She smiles. She gestured for me to follow, and I did. We came upon an orphanage a short while later. She gave everything she had to the caretakers. They were more grateful then I thought and I see why. The building was rundown, the children were in rags and there was hardly any food. This would never happen in Sparta. Despite the deaths of the agoge, children were the greatest gifts a Spartan could have, provided the child survived the inspection. Mothers and fathers would fight to adopt an orphan child as soon as possible. For my people and I, blood mattered little to us. Love was love. Family was family.
I look at the currency in my hands and I thought of hardly anything I would need. I gave the caretakers 9/10 of what I had.
"Thank you," One cried. "Thank you, Huntsman. You don't know how much this will help the children."
I simply nod and walk away. Faye caught up with me.
"So you are a good man, then." She said.
"I am not. I simply did not need all of it."
She smiles.
Before I knew it almost five years had passed and the last of the academies, Signal, had been finished. I took a tour of it alongside Faye. It's architecture was different then what I was use too. It was not Hellenic like nor was it Persian, Illyrian, Thracian or any other civilization I knew from my travels. It was large enough to teach hundreds of students with enough living space to house them all. Faye explained to me that they would always be in teams of three to five to teach them to work together. Strength in each other, much like my brethren and I.
To show cooperation, the kingdoms had sent in other teams from across the world for a ceremony.
I scoff when I see them. They were all an older kind, each in their 20s, and I was disappointed with most of them. The rest, I simply tolerate. I didn't stay.
I walked back to Zamos and stayed at an inn until Faye returned. I ordered fish, bread and water. As I ate my meal brought to me by a goat faunus waiter, there was a loud commotion.
A team of huntsman- 2 men and a woman, Atlesian from the looks of them and their accents- came strolling into the inn, laughing and holding half empty beer bottles. I growl. This is what I was telling Faye and Ozpin about. An arrogant warrior is a dead warrior. And nothing was more arrogant then Atlesians. Because they had the most advanced technology in the world and the strongest military, they believe everyone should drop to their knees and suck cock like whores. Faye told me they were also pro-human, racist bastards. Their city was floating- actually floating- above the former capital, Mantle. The rich live above and the poor live below in squalor. Some even taken as 'indentured servants' for the wealthy. Another word for slavery.
It was disgusting.
They joked and laughed more as they made their way to the bar. Some of the patrons inside quickly left. I stayed. I was hungry. I went back to my fish as one of them spoke. He was a large bastard. Almost reminded me of Herakles.
"Hey, pussycat! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" He said, obviously very drunk, to the felyne cook. "The grub here any good? Not covered in hairballs?"
The felyne sneers and stabbed a knife onto the counter, making the Atlesians jump back. "Not with that attitude. Read the sign." Above the cook was a large sign with bold white lettering that spelled 'WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE'. "That includes a bunch of drunk idiots."
"Hey, hey, my friend," The leader said after recovering first. "No need for violence. Just some heroes requesting food."
"Heroes don't drink!" The lynian growled. I remember his name. Bavoc.
"Now, now, lets calm down." Before anyone realized what happened, the leader reached over and grabbed Bavoc by the scruff of his neck. The workers gasp while the rest of the patrons left, leaving me. "You should respect your betters, animal."
I growl lowly. I wanted to eat in peace.
Bavoc didn't even look scared. "Piss off, you slaving cunts!" He lashed out and slashed at the man with his claws. The leader was forced to let go, but he was uninjured thanks to his aura. Quick as the cat he was, Bavoc reached under his counter and grabbed a rather large hand cannon. He held the gun at the Atlas team. "Apparently your fucking stupid teachers forgot to tell you what happened when Atlas attacked Drakontos; thousands of whoresons slaughtered like 'animals'. Isn't that what you call my people?"
I quietly laugh at the angry expressions of the Atlesians.
During the war, Atlas attempted to take the continent of Drakantos and the kingdom of the lynians. It ended in complete failure with over 20,000 thousand Atlesian soldiers dead and minimal casualties on the lynian side. They ignored the number one rule of warfare: never underestimate the enemy. The Atlesians believed the lynians to be simple animals who can talk and believed it would be an easy conquest.
The people of Atlas still feel the sting of humiliation to this day.
When I look back, I noticed the Atlesians going stiff. They prepared to fight.
The leader simply sniffed. "So that's how it is." Quicker then expected, he grabbed the axe attached to his waist and swung, knocking the gun out of Bavoc's hands. The lynian didn't have a chance to blink before he was grabbed by the throat.
"H-hey wait! You ca-" The goat faunus waiter who gave me my fish spoke up in defense of his employer, only to be knocked to the ground by the larger of the group.
I. Just. Wanted. To! EAT!
I stay out of it. I want no part in this. It was not my fight.
"You animals should just learn your place," The leader spoke up in that damn posh accent as Bavoc tried to free himself. "If all the kingdoms belonged to Atlas, then we would be truly in peace. Us above. You below."
I clenched my fists. Not my fight. Not my fight. Not my fight!
"Get away from me!" A voice cried out.
I saw one of the waitresses- a deer faunus- backed into a corner as one of the other Atlesians -the woman- stalked on her.
"Come on, sweetness." That disgusting, lustful leer on her face reminded me too much of that whore, Aphrodite. "Just a little kiss."
"Don't bother," The leader laughed. "You know your parents will kill you if you bring back a faunus."
She simply waved him off. "Fuck 'em. Just want to have some fun."
The deer faunus shook like a leaf as terror grew in those eyes. Eyes that reminded me too much of Calliope in her final moments.
Now it was my fight.
I stood up and stormed up too the Atlesian bitch. "Leave." I commanded in my Spartan voice.
"Fuck off, old man!" She gave me the middle finger. A gesture I didn't understand until Faye told me what it meant.
I did not like it.
I grabbed her by the hair. She cried out and that got her teams attention.
"Hey! Let her go!" One of them shouted.
I obliged.
I threw the woman and she was caught by the largest of her teammates. The leader released Bavoc and rounded on me.
"Who do you think you are to treat us like that?!"
"A man who simply wanted to eat." I growl. Bavoc and his workers took this advantage and left. Now, it was just me and the Atlesians. "What makes you think after all these years, I would start to give a damn about the frozen land of cocksuckers and cunts."
The leader sneers. "So that's how it is?"
"You do not want this fight." I warned them. I didn't want to fight, but I will if they wanted to.
The leader responded by simply gesturing with his head to the largest member of the group. "Deal with him, Ajak."
The one called Ajak stood. He was taller then me. A good head taller. Such a small fool.
He stood in front of me and glared.
I glare back. "I will give you one hit. And if you don't take me down that once, I will hurt you."
He simply smiles. "Fine." With a flick of his wrist, metal formed over his right hand and grew as large as my head until it formed into a large gauntlet. So that's his weapon.
Disappointing.
He rears his arm back, and then...
XXXXX 3 PERSON POV XXXXX
The other two Atlesians- Abelard and Gorgo- didn't know what just happened.
One second, Ajak punched the old bastard in the face with his massive gauntlet, the next, he was on his knees, crying out in pain as he held his now broken hand; it was mangled and bleeding from several puncture wounds from the destroyed gauntlet.
Not wasting anytime, Kratos grabbed the man by his belt, and with a backwards heave, threw the 350 pound Ajak out the front door of the inn like a sack of potatoes.
"What the fuck!" Gorgo shouted, caught off guard at what she just saw.
Abelard couldn't understand it either. Ajak's gauntlets were made of high grade titanium and capable of shattering the armored hide of a deathstalker and yet this old man had taken a punch to the face without so much as a flinch. Not even Ajak's aura had helped. The best Abelard could think of was that the old mans aura was stronger then Ajak's, able to take a hit like it was nothing.
"Asshole!" Gorgo screamed. She reached behind her back and grabbed a pole. It grew into a halberd with a large axehead on one side, a hammer on the other and an eight inch long spike on top. She charged and swung the halberd down, only for Kratos to catch it by grabbing the blade with his bare hand. Gorgo tried to rip it out of his hand, but the spartan held strong.
"Weak," Kratos said. He grabbed the pole with the other hand, and before Gorgo could let go, Kratos swung the polearm and Gorgo was thrown out of the inn with her weapon.
Kratos looked at Abelard, growled, "Next." And stalked towards the last one.
Abelard drew a pistol from the holster at his side and aimed it at Kratos' head, but the spartan was faster.
Kratos grabbed the pistol and Abelard fired. Kratos simply grunts in annoyance as his hand lit up with fire, but failed to cause any form of damage.
Abelard's eyes widen. That was a 9mm, armor-piercing bullet augmented with fire dust and the old man took it like a simple bug bite. "What the fuck are you?!"
Kratos' response was grabbing Abelard by the head and threw him out the door.
The spartan walked out and saw all three Atlesians recovering. Around them were the citizens of Zamos that formed a crowed and stared with wide eyes at the scene before them.
When all eyes turned to Kratos, the spartan opened his palm and resting on it was the bullet, surrounded by a small scorch mark. Kratos dipped his hand and the bullet fell to the ground, its loud 'clink' echoing through the quiet area. "Are you going to fight properly now?"
"What is going on here?!"
Pushing his way through the crowd was the sheriff of Zamos. He was a muscular, 7 foot high kangaroo Lynian. His name was Mason Ironfoot. Mason had copper red fur with a tan underbelly. His feet were too large to wear footwear, so he went barefoot and his tail swished back and forth. He wore dark blue jeans and jean jacket with a black shirt. Over his left breast was his star-shaped golden badge.
Mason stared at the injured Atlesians with annoyance before his eyes darted to Kratos. "What happened, Kratos?"
XXXXX KRATOS POV XXXXX
Mason was a good man who ran this town with strict discipline. We hardly see eye to eye, but we trusted each other.
Especially since he doesn't like Atlesians either.
"Bavoc can explain everything." I answered, my eyes never leaving the Atlesians in case they tried something.
"He's the one that got me. What I meant is what happened after Bavoc left?"
I crack my neck. "I tried to warn them not to fight me. The didn't listen."
Mason chuckled under his breath. "Of course." He turned to the Atlesians as they finally got up. "You three shit stains better get your dumbasses to jail pronto before I haul you there."
"Don't tell us what to do!" Gorgo shouted.
"You really want to test me?" Mason lifted his right foot and brought it down. It cracked the road and everyone, save myself, flinched. Masons semblance was the ability to strengthen the muscles in his legs and make them so strong, I've seen him send an ursa flying.
"What's all this now?" Came a familiar voice. Of course. Appearing behind Mason was Ozpin and Faye.
"Atlesians," Faye said in disgust when she saw the team. "Why am I not surprised."
Ozpin made that annoying 'tut tut tut' noise he knows I hate. "Quite disappointing for hunters such as yourself. Disturbing the peace, drunk and disorderly conduct, threatening a local business man and attempted sexual assault? That definitely deserves jail time."
"You know you can't keep us here." Abelard said smugly. "Atlas won't allow it."
"Oh I know," Ozpin said. Cries of anger were heard throughout the crowd as Mason and Faye sent Ozpin looks. "Calm, calm everyone." Ozpin soothed the crowd as he calmly walked towards the now nervous Atlesians. "Sure we could arrest them, but as they said, Atlas wouldn't allow. Still, there has to be some kind of punishment." Catching everyone- even me- off guard, Ozpin grabbed Abelard with the hook of his cane around his neck and brought him close. "As of this moment you are not only banned from stepping foot on Patch, but I have a grand contract for you three. East Anima. Mistral needs help with their herds. I believe you would be perfect."
"A contract?" I question. What is this warlock planning?
Abelard laughed. "Is that it? What is it? Cows? Sheep?"
Ozpin's smile simply grew. "Dawdlers."
Now they looked nervous; as they should be. Dawdlers are a large, omnivorous feral dragon species that lost their wings and have only two front fronts. They are massive and slow, but have an incredibly thick hide capable of withstanding against large caliber rounds. Because of this they have few predators except the largest of carnivores, such as tigrex's and deviljho's. Easily tamed at a young age, they are bred and farmed for their meat, hides and manure in Mistral. What really worried Hunter teams that take the contracts, is that caring for dawdlers come with great risks.
Such as not being crushed, defending them against predators and cleaning up after them. And dawdlers shit only a few times a month and while those piles of manure are very healthy for crops, they are so massive it would take machines days to clear them out.
And of course 'noble' and 'prim' Atlesians always hate those contracts.
"N-now now," Abelard attempted to sooth the situation. "There's no need to go that far."
"What's the matter? Scared to ruin your preciouses silk clothing or manicured nails?" Faye taunted. "Sheriff, toss their asses on the first ship out."
Mason smirked. "With pleasure."
XXXXXXXXXX
"I thought you said you didn't like getting into conflicts."
I grunt at Faye's question. "I tried to warn them."
"And one of them has a broken hand." Ozpin chuckled.
We were at my cave. Still they were trying to get me to move close to Zamos.
I turn to Faye and the warlock. "Has the Headmaster of Atlas said anything?"
Ozpin waves it off. "I ignore that idiot whenever I can. I highly recommended anyone else, but the council wouldn't listen. They did agree on the dawdler contract."
That makes sense. Atlas is to cold for dawdlers to live in and their hide is highly prized.
We talked longer until Ozpin left to return to Vale. It was just me and Faye now.
I couldn't take it anymore. The way she smiles at me. The way she laughs. The way she talks to me.
"Why do you insist on this?" I question angrily.
She simply went. "Mm?"
I stood up. "Why do insist on be friending me!? I'm a monster!"
Faye stood up next. "No you're not."
"I AM!" I roared, but she doesn't flinch or move. She simply stands there. "I gave my soul to Ares so that I could live!" I rip the cloth from my arms and expose the burn scars left by the chains of the blades of chaos. "And for my loyalty, I murdered people so he could turn me into a weapon. My own family even! My wife! My daughter! Before I freed myself from Ares and his Fury whores, I had to kill the only friend I had left."
Orkos. He freed me. He helped me. He let himself die so I could break the oath to Ares. Despite our short time together, I will always be grateful to him.
I pace back and forth. "Then for ten years the gods had me do their bidding. Kill monster's and enemy foreigners so they can stay in power over us lowly mortals. I did this to free myself from my nightmares. So much blood on my hands, I will always feel it until the day I die. Then, when I finally had my vengeance against Ares, the gods would not release me. I attempted to end my life and they made me into a god!"
I stop to take a breath. "When I became a god, visions came to me. Of the brother I thought lost. When Zeus defeated the Titans, he received a prophecy that a marked child born of his blood would destroy Olympus."
"Of course, being who he was, he didn't care."
"No. I have many half siblings from him. When it came to my mother, something about her caught his interest. It was why he came to her a second time and then Deimos was born. He almost didn't pass the inspections of the elders, but he made it. I knew I had to protect him. He was my little brother. I defended him against other children and though I was tough on him, I tried to make him strong. He never hated me for it. Until they came."
"Ares?"
"And his sister." I will not say her name. "They attacked my small hometown on the edge of Sparta. Their centaurs slaughtered many just to find the marked one from the prophecy. They came upon us. They took the wrong one and when I tried to stop them, Ares struck me." I trace the scar on my eye. A permanent reminder of my first failure. "When the Homoioi- the elites of Sparta- came to take me to the Agoge, my mother made me swear to be strong not by strength, but by heart. She had been heartbroken by what happened to Deimos, but she was proud I tried to protect him. When I left, she left Sparta. I didn't know until years later what actually happened to her."
I rub my eyes. "I listened to her and my brothers and I were the strongest of the initiates." For a short amount of time until the barbarians.
Faye nods. "She sounds like a wonderful mother."
"She was." My heart aches as I explain what happened. "To find out about the visions, I traveled to Atlantis for answers. There I found my mother. She told me who my father was. And she was turned into a monster. I had to kill her to free her from suffering and pain. Then I traveled and searched until I found Deimos. He was tortured by the god of death, Thanatos. I freed him and he tried to kill me."
"You came for him." Faye said. "And he hated you for it?"
"Thanatos is very good at torturing." I clench my fists, wanting nothing to then to rip him apart again. "Deimos thought I abandoned him. And he was right."
"You thought he was dead."
"That is no excuse!" I growl. "I managed to free his mind, but Thanatos wouldn't have it. He killed Deimos. And then I killed him. And I knew... I knew the gods were responsible for all of this. For everyone I lost I declared my vengeance and sent the armies of Sparta to conquer cites and territories for me. I wanted the gods to know they would pay for ruining my life!"
"But it didn't work."
I stare at the log I placed in the fire as it cracked and burn. "No. Zeus took my powers and killed me with the blade of Olympus, the blade he used to end the Titanomakhia: the Great War. Gaia, the mother of the Titans, freed me from death and I traveled to the Island of Creation. I killed the Sisters of Fate and used the powerful magic they had to send myself back in time and fought Zeus."
Faye looked genuinely surprised. "Time travel is dangerous. Even the Primordials knew never to mess with it."
"At the time I did not care. I was driven by rage and hate. I attempted to kill Zeus, but my half-sister who took the strike that was meant for our father."
Disgust was in Faye's eyes. "The so-called goddess of 'wisdom' who orchestrated the whole war so she could rule?"
"The very same." Her ultimate motive was the last betrayal I could take. "The Titans and I launched an assault on Olympus and then they betrayed me. Again I was betrayed! I killed them all. Both Titans and Olympians. There was nothing left, except..."
"Except death."
I nodded. "But it didn't work. So I used what magic was left on the Island and transported myself as far away I could from Hellas."
Faye walked up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Did you know you would end up here on Remnant?"
"No. I was actually hoping it would have killed me or send me to a place where something or someone can finally end my nightmares. And yet, the Ghost of Sparta. The Godslayer. The Destroyer of Worlds. The God of War still stands before you."
Faye stayed quiet for a while. I closed my eyes and waited. Waited for the curses. Waited for her to leave...
But then I felt arms wrap around my neck. I open my eyes and stare into those silver jewels. "Do you regret it?"
"Everyday of my life." I said without hesitation.
"What was the worst- besides your family- that you regret more?"
It didn't take long for me to come up with an answer. "Pandora. Hephaestus, the smith god, created a box to trap all the evils of the world. In doing so, he created a key. That key turned into a living breathing person." I shouldn't have killed Hephaestus. He was a father protecting his child. The only god I regret killing. "At first, to achieve victory, I would use her to open the box. But later on, I knew if I did I would forever lose my humanity. I tried to stop her, but Pandora wanted the Olympians defeated as much as I did."
Pandora. Sweet Pandora. I should have tried harder.
"Do you still think I am not a monster?" I ask, but I already knew my answer.
Faye simply smiles. "No. Monsters have no regrets. That, Kratos, is what still makes you human."
Then she kissed me.
I almost pushed her away, but I was so tired of being alone. I held her and never let go.
That night we made love. I felt something in my heart heal. I knew it would never completely heal, but it felt... nice.
A few days later and I moved out of the cave and started to build a house. It was in the woods, but still close to Zamos. I made sure it was big enough for me and Faye, but then something happened.
Faye told me she was pregnant with our child.
I was scared. Scared that my rage would take over and I will lose another family, but Faye held strong. She said so long as I controlled it, nothing would happened. Emotions are tools, weapons. They do not control me, I control them.
We were married soon after. Ozpin and practically the whole of Patch was there.
Our home was completed soon after.
And nine months later, my child was born. We already agreed on names. If a boy, Atreus. If a girl, Summer.
It was a girl. I watched as the midwife cleaned her as Faye rested from her ordeal. She was seven pounds, a healthy weight the doctor told me.
She cried. It was loud. Strong lungs. She was a fighter.
When the midwife attempted to pass Summer to me, I hesitated.
"Kratos," Faye said with a smile. "Hold your daughter, you knave ripper."
I did. She stopped crying as soon as she was in my arms. When she opened her eyes, it felt like my heart stopped. The way she looked at me with those beautiful silver eyes was so much like Calliope. But this wasn't her. This was Summer Rose, my second born child. My heart. My everything.
I held out a finger and she gripped it with such strength for a newborn. Then she smiled at me.
"She's perfect." I said. If we were in Sparta, the Elders would find her beyond healthy. A future Spartan that would bring glory to our city. But if they found something wanting, I would have killed them to protect my child just as I did with Calliope when she was born.
I gave her to Faye, but she didn't let go of my finger. She was afraid I would leave, but I am not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever.
Faye kissed Summers head and held her close. "I love you, Summer." She reached out and grabbed my other hand. "I love you, my glorious husband."
I wrapped my arms around them both. "I will always love you both."
Finally I was at peace...
...
Until I lost it all over again.
And my rage returned.
Me: For the island of Patch, to me its about the size of Hokkaido. In the north is heavy forested areas with snow in cold times. More south, its more like the Mediterranean, but only a small part. That would be Zamos. Sunny all year, never snows and good farm land. But like I said before, its a small part. Zamos population is only 10,000 with a total population of 100,000 people on Patch situated along the southern, eastern and western coastlines because of all the monsters and Grimm.
Oh wait, I've haven't talked about the monsters.
You see, I made Remnant an even bloodier world of evolution. I'm including monsters from several movies and games, plus mythology and monsters I create, though its just mainly oversized animals imbued with elemental powers. Here, grimm and monsters hate each other so much that as soon as they see each other, they would ignore huntsman and proceed to kill each other. And since the grimm have a weakness against magic and a lot of these monsters use magic, its a stalemate.
I also decided to add the lynians. I got the name from Monster Hunter since we got felynes. I love those little guys. I don't know why, but I thought it would have been more interesting with beastmen. Plus, you know that continent in the northwest? The one shaped like a dragon? Well, until Rooster Teeth comes up with an idea and explanation, it is the home of the lynians called Drakontos. The ancient greek word for serpent. Drakon also being the origin for the word dragon.
When it came to Kratos' 'semblance' and 'aura', he's a god. A hunters aura could not protect them because Kratos… honestly I don't know how to explain it, it's just he can take hit after hit and recover like it was nothing. And that's not video game logic. Plus he doesn't fight RWBY style so one punch and you are down for the count.
Feta cheese- or at least a different version- has been made by the Greeks since the Archaic period.