Me: So this chapter will mainly be about growing up with Summer, if you will. And to answer two things from the reviews, it's this.

1 - When I put Kratos was disgusted with Atlas, it was not about the slavery concept. He's an archaic period Hellenic from Sparta. Slavery was the thing back then, cruel as it is today. What he meant by disgusting, was that Atlas was beyond arrogant. They live in a freaking floating city in the god damn sky! They have slaves and call them indentured servants. Don't even have the balls to say what it really is. I should also point out that while Kratos was okay with slavery, he believed it to be a weakness. That was why Sparta became a military state. It was to protect themselves from potential slave revolts from the Helots. There was one Spartan for every ten Helots. They had to do what they had to for their city and culture to live, even if it meant killing children. I'm not defending them, I'm just saying. (Not 100 percent accurate)

2 - I know people want Summer and Faye to live, I do to, but if they lived then the story won't continue. It was Faye's death that led Kratos and Atreus to Jotunheim, killing Baldr and starting Ragnarok after all. I'm sorry, but what has to happen, has to happen.

Here's me hoping that I can finish through God of War 2018 and RWBY volumes 1 - 8 before the next game comes out this year. To be honest, I don't have that much hope. I work slow.

Raising Summer was... different from raising Calliope.

For one, the medical technology was much more advanced then what Hellas had, so I wouldn't have had to worry about Summer dying from a simple cold. Another thing was a 'diaper'. A magnificent invention that just made it much easier to clean a baby.

Despite this, Summer was consistent. She barely cried at night, and when she did a simple change, a quick feeding in my arms and she was back to sleep.

She was a lively baby. Whenever she was in either my arms or Faye's she was happy. Away from either of us, she was sad. As much as I don't want to do it, she has to learn not to be so dependent on us. Surprisingly, Faye was in agreement. It wasn't easy- raising a child never is- but Summer was never one to give up.

As the years went by she grew to be a spirited child.

At age 1 she walked. I was working at cutting logs for the winter with Faye's axe, Leviathan, when I saw it. Summer was on her blanket when she just wanted to be near me. So she took the most logical choice. She struggled as she tried to stand. I dropped the axe and walked towards her, stopping at a few feet away.

"Girl," I said, getting her attention. "Are you strong?"

I knew she couldn't understand me, but there was something in her eyes that said otherwise. Her face in a pout, she tried again and Summer stood. She took a few tentative steps and in a short time, she was in my arms.

"You are strong." I said with pride. Summer laughed.

A few months later and she was talking.

"Come on, Summer." Faye cooed as our daughter simply stared at her from the couch. "Come on. Say mama. Maybe papa?"

"Do not push her wife," I said from behind Faye. "Summer will talk when she's ready."

Faye smiled. "Please, this is your daughter. That spartan blood in her has to be good for something."

I grunt. It should be. Spartan children are raised to be strong both in body and mind.

"DA!"

I was brought from my thoughts when I heard it. I was right.

"Did you here that?" Faye smiled at me before turning back to Summer. "Again, Summer, again."

"DA!" Summer shouted with glee. "MA! DA! MA!"

Faye laughed at Summers chanting before holding our daughter up. "You little smarty pants. Not only this, but I just know you are going to be so beautiful when you get older. Your father will have to beat the boys and girls back with a tree."

I stiffen at that when I suddenly remember all the women and men I had been with during my labors for the Olympians. "Oh no..." I mutter. Summers going to have my libido, I just know it.

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Year by year pass by as I attempted my best to live with my family. When ever I have a moment of rage, Faye suggested I leave for the wilds and work out my aggression. I fought and kill Grimm with impunity. I carry no weapons but my hands. Many of the inhabitants of Patch often make jokes that the Grimm population was decreasing because of me. When it came to beasts, Faye made me promise not to kill any unless it was for food. I fight dire wolves, giant eagles and ceanataurs- massive crabs that live on the northern shores of Patch- until they tire and leave.

After hunting down and killing a pack of undead, I finally came home after a week. I sigh as I see the house and my now five year old daughter. There she was, playing on the porch with her toys and reenacting a fight between Huntsman and Grimm, wearing her white cloak her mother made for her that she absolutely refuses to take off. I shake my head and pray that Summer wouldn't grow to be a warrior, but I knew I simply wasted my time. She has inherited almost too much from both her mother and I.

When she looks up and sees me, Summer drops her toys and runs to me. I drop my pack, grabbed her and lifted her high in the air.

"Hello, little one," I said as Summer laughed. "Have you been a good girl for mother and school?"

"Uh huh! Uh huh!" Summer said with much vigor. "I'm always a good girl, father. At school I counted aaaaaallll the way to one hundred and Mother taught me how to dance."

"Impressive. Show me." I set Summer down and she danced. It wasn't Hellenic, but it was beautiful in it's own way. I asked Faye to teach Summer how to dance because she had Spartan blood in her. The women were taught dancing, gymnastics, singing, poetry and music because they had to be strong in both mind and body to not only give birth to strong children, but also fight to defend their home because they were the last line of defense for Sparta if the men failed.

I wanted Summer to be stronger then me. And I am relieved to see that despite her young age, she was going to be strong.

I will not fail her as I did Calliope.

I clap my hands and she stopped. "Very good, girl. What were you doing when I came?"

"Playing with my toys!" She ran to the porch and I fallowed. She picked up a toy in each hand- a huntsman in one and a beringel Grimm in the other- and showed them to me. "I will be the greatest huntsman ever! Let all Grimm and monsters beware my wrath!"

I subconsciously clench my fists, memories of the past threatening to come back. "Calm yourself, girl. You are still young. You have the rest of your life ahead of you."

Summer looks at me in confusion. "But you started young, didn't you? And you're the strongest Hunter in the whole wide world!"

I grunt. "Where I came from was... different then Remnant. When you are older, I will tell you of my origins. Until then, I want you to be happy."

Summer smiles. "I'm always happy with you and mother."

I ruffle her hair black, red-tipped hair. "We'll always be there for you, Summer. Remember that. Now, where is your mother?"

"Right here."

We both turn to see Faye coming from around the house, carrying some rabbits over her shoulder. "I heard a noise and found these little gluttons feasting on my garden. There goes the cucumbers."

"But the artichokes?" I asked.

"That was saved. We'll be having artichoke soup with grilled rabbit today."

I hear Summer make a gagging noise. "Girl, if you want to be strong, you must eat your vegetables."

"Awe." She wines and pouts.

Faye smiles and says. "You eat the veggies, young one, and you get desert."

Summers eyes lit up. "What is it?"

"Well, when we went into town last week, I bought some stuff for when your father came back. And what do you both like?"

"Cookies!" Summer shouts with glee.

"You know I don't like sweet food, wife."

Faye pecked me on the cheek. "Maybe, but you always love my cookies because they are the best. Not to sweet, but not to bitter either. Just right."

She was... not wrong. Tasting my first chocolate was an unusual experience, but it was good. I prefer the darker types, though.

"Summer?" Faye asked. "Would you like to help mother prep the rabbits?"

"Do you not think she is too young?"

"Don't worry, I'll handle the blood and guts. And if you can't, you can leave, Summer."

Summer shakes her head furiously. "No! A warrior never backs away! I c-can d-d-do it."

The shaking in her voice says otherwise.

A few short minutes, and I was right. Summer walked out of the kitchen and joined me in the living room.

"I can't do it." She said, a sick look on her face.

"It is alright, girl." I say, soothing her wounded pride. "When you are older, you'll be better."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Seven years later, and Summer proved herself.

We carefully crept through the brush as we tracked wild game. This was Summer's first hunt and she was doing her best to impress me. Faye had taught her well. She was more quiet then me, stepping on the leaves and twigs with hardly a sound. In her hands was a bow Faye and I made for her. It was small, but strong enough for her to use efficiently. Summer wasn't wearing her white cloak, for it would provide little camouflage. At her side was the knife I made for her when she was born. I gave it to her today for her hunt. If she failed, I would take it until she was ready.

I held up a hand and she stopped. I pointed down. There was tracks. Hooves and fresh droppings.

Summer reached for an arrow from her quiver, but I stopped her. "Not yet. Wait until we get closer and don't fire until I tell you."

Summer was reluctant, but she consented. She was a good daughter, listening to her father.

A short while later, we came upon a clearing. Down below was a small herd of kelbi. A type of deer. We made sure to be down wind.

"Which one?" Summer whispered.

"Remember your mother's teachings. Look, see and think carefully. Choose the wrong one, and you let an animal suffer. I will bury it and we will not have venison today."

Summer takes a deep breath and exhales. She looks and says, "A number of does and fawns with a few stags. Their antlers are small though."

Good. Fayes teachings are paying off. We waited for as long as possible. Down below, the stag were practice fighting, butting heads and antlers together. One of the does came up and stopped them.

Summer shakes her head. "Not that one. Matriarch. Herd needs her. Plus, she's pregnant."

"Good."

Summer sighs. "We should move on. No good ones here and this is probably the only kelbi herd this far south."

"Very well. We shall try for-"

"Wait!" Summer suddenly said.

A noise caught my attention and I see a rather large stag coming from the forest. It was old. One of the antlers was broken, several scars dotted its hide, it was limping and one of its eyes was a pale white color. "It's an alpha."

"An old alpha." Summer said. I heard the pity in her voice. "It's already lived it's life. It has many mates and children. I can feel it's pain."

"That one then?"

"Yes." She said without an ounce of hesitation. "He needs peace." She reaches for an arrow and strings it.

I get behind her and help her aim the bow. "You must account for wind. Relax. Think of it not as an animal, but simply a target. Aim for the heart for a quick kill. If you can't, shoot where it will bleed and go after it. Make it quick. A beast like this deserves a peaceful end."

Summer breathes deeply and follows my instructions.

"Pull back the arrow."

Summer does.

"Hold your breath."

She goes completely still.

"Fire."

Her fingers let go and the arrow flew true. Faster then any of the kelbi can react, it struck the stag. It stood still for a few moments before keeling over. The rest of the herd ran as fast as they could.

I nodded. "Excellent shot." Her first hunt. Her first kill. I am proud. When she didn't speak, I turn to her. She looked shaken and a tear fell down her cheek. I am not surprised. Summer just took a life.

"Summer, come. We must retrieve the stag before predators arrive."

She shakily nods.

We look down at the kelbi and saw it was indeed dead. Quick, clean, painless.

"You should be proud." I said. "You ended it's life peacefully. As your mother would say..."

"It will now return as a babe. Continuing the cycle." Summer breaths steadily. "I should be happy, but I just took a life."

I bent down and cup Summers face in my hands. I stare at her in the eyes and say, "You took its life, yes, but you brought it peace from its suffering. Let me ask you this. Did you enjoy it?"

Summer quickly shakes her head. "No. Of course not."

"Good. Never enjoy killing. If you do, you will become the very thing you want to fight. You are better then that. You did not kill this kelbi for sport, but to feed yourself and your parents. Nothing will go to waste."

Summer smiles. "Thank you, father."

"You are my daughter and I am your father. I teach you these lessons to prepare you for the world."

Her cheeks flush. "I made you proud?"

"You have been making me proud since the day you were born, fighting your way into the world. Never forget that. Now, unsheathe your knife."

Summer comes forward and kisses me on the cheek before unsheathing her knife. I grab it with both hands and said, "I crafted this knife along with another when you were born, mixing metals from my home and from this land. One for myself, and when you were ready, one for you. Today is that day. I know you will be an amazing warrior when you grow. Better then me."

Summer gazes at her knife, tracing the smooth metal and handle with her thumb, her face in a tight frown as more tears fell. "I'm worried. I'm only twelve, but I know what's happening in the world. I read the papers and understand the news from the tv. People still hate each other. Faunus are rioting for equal rights, even though they commit crimes. Atlesians are so stuck up they think they're better then everyone. Lynians don't trust any human. All we're doing is the Grimm's job for them."

"Girl, calm yourself," I soothed her. "You cannot worry about the rest of the world. It's not your responsibility. Close yourself off to others. Think of only you, family and friends. Do you understand?"

Wiping away the tears and sheathing her knife, Summer nodded. "Yes, father."

"Good. Now then," I pick the kelbi up and heft it over my shoulder. "Let's go home. You mother is waiting for us and I'm sure she wants to see how well her teachings have helped you."

Summer nodded vigorously.

As we walked, Summer suddenly asked, "Father, what was your first kill? Did you have your father or mother helping you hunt as well?"

The Helot struggled in my arms as I choked the life out of him. I was only a boy, him a full grown man, yet he was weak because he did not have enough food for he was a simple slave. He begged for his life, but I am a Spartan! My life was for Sparta, not a lowly Slave! How dare he?! HOW DARE-

"Father?"

Summer's words brought me from my thoughts. "No, Summer." I quickly said. "I did not have my parents helping me hunt. I was only a boy and had to learn myself."

Summer tilts her head to the side. "I don't understand."

"You will."

'I don't want you to know about my past, but I can't hide it from you forever.'

"But not today."

'You will know of your heritage, both evil and benign.'

"You always say that, but..." She sighs. "I shouldn't push you. I can wait."

"Good."

'And if you decide to hate me... so be it.'

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

I had almost resorted to praying that Summer wouldn't inherit any of my curse.

How foolish I was.

And the day had started so well.

Faye had sent me on a trip into Zamos to pick up supplies to fix the roof after the storm from two days ago damaged it. Our now fifteen year old daughter was currently out, training with her friends. She was applied now in Signal and was two years away from joining Beacon. Since her aura was unlocked a few months after her first hunt, Summer had been training almost day and night with her mother and I to unlock her semblance.

She's growing beyond my expectations.

But something still doesn't feel right.

For years now I've been trying to understand Ozpin. What his origins are, who he is, how does he know Faye and what happened with the Brothers.

Summer going to his academy fills me with unease. Even after all this time- despite Faye's insistence- I cannot trust that man. If anything were to happen to Summer...

I shake the thoughts from my head. I hope I'm being paranoid.

"Ah, sir Kratos. Welcome, welcome!"

I realize I have come to the hardware shop. In front of me was a man of exotic origins. His name is Buhari Abimbola.

Though he looked human, he wasn't. Buhari is of the Y'dala, a nomadic people from the deserts of Sanus. What set them apart from humans was that they had bronze skin, orange eyes, pointed ears and dark colored hair from brown to black. I was surprised when I was told that they lived longer then the other inhabitants of Remnant. The common age for humans, faunus and lynians was 100 years. Y'dala can easily live to be almost 300.

And unlike the faunus, Y'dala were quite welcomed among the kingdoms of Remnant. Their warriors are strong in battle and often recruited to fight and train soldiers. Their magi are some of the strongest in the world with some capable of causing disasters such as earthquakes and tornados. They're even hired as advisors and majordomos. They've earned my respect, especially the man in front of me.

Buhari was the one who designed my home and supplied the necessary materials. He was a friend.

Buhari himself was 210 years old had the common features of his people along with a greying beard that reached his neck and a bald head decorated with scars. A set of golden rings decorated his neck and wrists while next to him, wrapped around a support beam, was a brightly colored amphiptere- or as the people here call it, a coatl- a snake with wings. Zal, I believe he calls his pet.

I nodded. "Buhari."

The old man claps his hands. "Ah, Kratos. One of my favorite customers. I heard about Summer. Joining Signal was an honor, I'm sure, but nothing could compete with already being applied to Beacon in two years. That little girl of yours is special, I could tell the second I saw her in that cute little onesie. You must be proud."

I grunt slowly. "Yes. I am."

Buhari hums in thought while that serpent of his watches me with those damn slit eyes of his. Oh, how I loath snakes.

"I've known you almost twenty years now and understand all the noises you make have different meanings. You only make that particular sound for Ozpin. If I may ask, why do you hate him?"

"I don't!" I almost growled, but I controlled myself. "I just don't trust him. He's hiding something and knowing my daughter will learn under him leaves me... uncomfortable." Not that right words, but they'll manage.

Buhari nods. "Understandable, I am a father myself after all and have been around for a long time. Things have certainly changed since the war and Ozpin... well, I'm still confused to how a man with an unknown history would have that much influence among the Grand Councils of the Kingdoms. Even Drakantos."

I nodded. "The warlock is a strange man. I almost want to talk Summer out of going to Beacon."

"Don't do that, trust me." Buhari warned me. "Unless you feel something very wrong, you shouldn't interfere with her life. She's growing into a fine, intelligent and beautiful woman, but you can't care for her forever. When our little girl grew up and left to become a soldier for Vacuo, my husband and I were worried so much, we contacted her everyday to make sure she was okay; we realized later that we couldn't baby her forever, so we trusted her to live her life and she has made us so proud. She's a chief in her own tribe, she survived the war, retired as a general from the military, found a wonderful husband and gave us grandkids to spoil. You need to give Summer the freedom she deserves."

I stand there, thoughts moving back and forth in my head. Buhari was right. I needed to trust Summer to grow up herself now without help from either Faye or I. I sigh. "You are right. She isn't a child anymore."

Buhari smiled. "See, told you. Now, what can I help you with?"

I hand him a paper with a list of the tools and materials we needed. "The storm damaged the roof and we need to fix it."

"Yes, thankfully that storm we had was weak enough for our shaman to stop it before it cause serious damage. I'll get these items to you and Faye by tomorrow morning. Apologies I can't do it today, but it is just myself right now."

"And where is Ja'kil?" Buhari's husband, another Y'dala who lost an arm during the war.

Buhari looked absolutely happy for some reason. "Don't tell Faye or anyone else just yet, but he left for Vacuo yesterday to visit because something was currently wrong with our family over there and... We're going to be great-great grandfathers!"

"Which one was it?" They have so many family members, it's hard to remember their names.

"Zavanya! Our oldest. Apparently, when we talked to our great grandson last week, there was a complication of sorts so Ja'kil went to check on them and he contacted me and told me Zavy was pregnant. She and her lover had been together for quite some time and when her father found out the rest of the family had to literally hold him back from commiting murder."

"Understandable." It that was Summer, no one would find the mans body.

"Oh, haha. A bit of an over exaggeration really, but thankfully the man was responsible and now the weddings next month. Good thing I have apprentices. They'll watch the store while Ja'kil and I are gone."

Grandchildren. The thought has crossed my mind since Summer became a woman. Any grandchildren I have from her will most likely have god blood as well. I can handle telling the truth to Summer and to them, but after I pass and then my daughter... how will the next descendants handle it? As Buhari went to gather the items, I cross my arms and sigh. I made my decision. I have to tell her now and train her to control her powers before she leaves for Beacon. I can find work at Signal and train her when we have the time and we can plan ahead to explain to our future family and-

"KRATOS!"

Mason's voice shakes me from my thoughts. Buhari came back and we both watch as Mason and his fourteen year old son and Summer's friend, Lucas, came hopping at us and I grew worried seeing the boys left arm bloodied.

"What happened?!" I demanded.

"It's Summer!" Lucas exclaimed, holding his bleeding arm. "We were with the others in the Stone Yard training and a huge arzuros ran in being chased by a large pack of grimm! They fought and we were caught in the middle! Summer held them off while the rest of us went back to get help!"

"WHAT!?" Damn it, Summer, why did you have to be so selfless!

I turn to Buhari and said, "Get Faye! I'll save Summer!"

"We'll take my jeep!" Mason said. "Lucas, get home to your ma."

"But dad-"

"No buts!" Mason cut off his son. "I know Summer's your friend, but you can't fight monsters and grimm yet. Now get!"

Lucas hesitated, but fallowed his fathers orders.

"Let's go!" I said.

We both hopped into his jeep and stomps the gas pedal.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Mason cursed as he hits the wheel. "How did they get passed the patrols? Somethings going on in Remnant. The monsters and grimm are becoming to damn aggressive lately!"

Leviathan attacks in the southern ocean. Lancer nests in cliffs off Mistral. Apathy's in the Sapphire mountains of Drakantos. An army of draugr was just destroyed a month ago in Atlas by the military.

Ozpin better have an explanation for when I see him next time and it better be good.

We were close to the Stone Yard now. It was an area filled with the remains of large golems that were used in the war. It was decorated with brightly colored rocks of all types and became a popular training area for future Hunters.

Before Mason even stops the jeep, I jump off. We both froze as we heard... nothing. There was no sound of growls, roars, screams or anything.

"Something is wrong." I said.

"Wait." Mason suddenly spoke up, holding up a hand. "I hear something... It's-"

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"SUMMER!" I shout. She's in trouble! I turn to Mason. "Go get the others!"

"Are you serious?!"

"You know who I am!" I roar as I flex my muscles, a blood red aura surrounding my body. "Nothing will ever kill me!"

Mason look conflicted, but he understood. "That better not happen. Your girls still need you." He spun the jeep around and drove back to Zamos.

I ran as fast as I could. Let her be safe! Let her live! Damn you Brother gods and your fucking rivalry! Dark created the grimm, Light created the monsters and everyone is caught in the middle! Gods will always be selfish!

And I'm one of them!

I crash through the trees and stood ready to attack...

I freeze at the sight in front of me.

Death.

It was everywhere. The grimm were already dead. I see beowolves, boarbatusks and creep were evaporating away, but I see them clearly. Some looked as if they were beaten to death while a few were stuck under heavy boulders I thought only I could lift. And in the center was the body of the azuros. An azuros is what I would call a mutated bear. It has turquoise fur with a tough spiked carapace on its back and arms. This one was as large as a cyclops, but it too was dead. It's neck was bent at an uneven angle. Someone actually snapped its neck and killed it.

But who?

I cant' worry about that right now. "SUMMER!" I yell as loud as I could. I look around and saw my daughters bow, Talon, on the ground not far off. "SUMMER! Where are you!"

A flash of white at the corner of my eye drew my attention. I turn, but it was gone. "Summer? It's me, father."

"AAAGGGHHH!"

Another roar caught me off guard. It sounded like...

Another flash of white and I turn to see a cloud of... flower petals? It raced throughout the area at speeds that rivaled Hermes. It flew around the entire Stone Yard until it stopped on top of the azuros. That's when it formed into the shape of a human. When it fully formed, I saw the white cloak of-

"Summer!" I yell again, trying to get her attention. Something was wrong. Her aura was the wrong color. Instead of white it was... red. My red.

Oh no.

Summer then slowly started to turn, and when I saw her eyes, I knew what it was.

Her God blood has awakened.

She stood atop of the azuros, her body shaking with hate as her fists were clenched in rage. She breathed heavily as her eyes glowed silver.

I don't see my daughter now.

I see the Ghost of Sparta.

My past has come back to haunt me.

And now it has my daughter.

"Summer." I step forward and she went tense, ready to attack. I keep walking. "Summer. Listen to the sound of my voice. I will explain what is happening to you, but right now, listen to your father and calm down. This rage you are feeling is unnatural and dangerous, but does not control you. Your mother will be here soon to help, so just-"

Summer roars again and charged straight towards me. I stood my ground and when she came at me, I grabbed her arms. She didn't stop. She pushed me back almost 40 feet before I hit a tree and we stopped. She shook off my grip and struck at me again and again with her fists. She was so much stronger now. Each hit felt like Ares' war hammer. I simply stood there though.

I will not fight my daughter.

It was minutes before she began to tire. I took this chance and grabbed Summer in a strong hug. She tried to shake herself free like a trapped animal, but I did not let go.

"Enough, Summer! It's me! It's your father! Open your eyes and come to your senses!"

Just like that, it was over.

Summer's aura slowly went away as her breathing returned to normal. She looked up and I saw tears falling from her silver eyes. I wipe them away. "I am here, Summer."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Summer, Faye and I were now in our living room.

My wife and Mason had arrived soon after Summer had calmed down. All of Summer's other friends were alright, nothing a few nights in the hospital couldn't fix.

Summer was simply staring at her tea, not wanting to meet my eyes. She was ashamed at what she had done. She shouldn't be.

"Girl." I said gently, standing in front of her. "Look at me."

She slowly looks up and stares at my bruises. "I-I did that to you? W-why?"

"You were not yourself, Summer," Faye pleaded as she sat next to our daughter. "What exactly happened to cause your... rage?"

Summer lets out a shaky breath and sips at her tea. "It was the azuros. It came out of the trees fallowed by all those grimm. We fought back, but it was a losing battle. Then Lucas got hurt and... and... something in me just snapped! I ordered everyone to leave while I held off the monsters. Next thing I knew, everything went red. I don't remembered what happened until after I woke up in fathers arms. I killed them?"

"You did." I answered. I reached into my pouch and pulled out the tooth of the azuros Summer killed. "Before the Hunters took the body, I retrieved a tooth. You earned it. You killed that monster well."

"I broke it's damn neck!" Summer snapped, placing down her tea mug on the coffee table before it broke in her hands. "I was never that strong before, and I killed a four ton bear with my bare hands and apparently crushed grimm with a boulder! I don't understand. What is happening to me?!"

Faye looked at me. "It's time, Kratos. She has to know."

"Know what?" Summer growled out. "You keep telling me for years you would explain, but..."

"Now is the time." I said, cutting her off. I take a deep breath and then my body started glowing. Summer was caught off guard, but Faye remained calm. Seconds later and my wounds were healed. "Girl. Listen well. I am a god. I came from a far off land called Hellas from a city-state known as Sparta. My mother was mortal, but my father was a god. The king of the gods. Zeus." I growl out that name with venom.

Though her eyes grew larger in shock, Summer didn't say a thing and continued to listen.

"When I was born, there came a prophecy that a marked warrior would bring about the destruction of the gods of Olympus. Zeus, the paranoid coward, thought my brother- your uncle- Deimos, was the one and he was taken from me. I lived my life as a warrior for Sparta, leading armies in conquest. I fell in love with a woman, Lysandra, my first wife, and we had a daughter. Calliope. Your sister. In time, my lust for war grew too much."

I tell her. I tell Summer everything. I don't leave anything out.

I continued with the damned game the Olympians created that almost cost Calliope her life and took the lives of hundreds of Spartan babes. Then my battle with the barbarians and my almost death at the hands of the King. How I gave my soul to Ares to live and served him as his murderer. I tell her of the people I killed... especially Lysandra and Calliope. How their ashes forever stain my skin.

Then with how Orkos helped me against the Furies and my trials for the gods to end my nightmares. The journeys I took. The monster I killed. The wars I fought. It was almost hard to tell her about the attempted destruction of Hellas by a vengeful Persephone and how I forsook my daughter again in the afterlife in order to save her. Then my vengeance against Ares and his death at my hands. How the gods betrayed me from taking away my sins and instead making me the new God of War. Then my attempted rescue of Deimos, only to lose him and mother all over again. Then my quest to destroy everything the gods built for my revenge and then Zeus' betrayal and taking away my powers and impaling me with the blade of Olympus.

Summer stares at the wound on my abdomen and knew it was the blade that had cause it.

Then came the Titans, Gaia, Prometheus, the Sisters of Fate, the siege of Mount Olympus and finally, my revenge.

I ended my story with how I came to Remnant and how I met her mother.

I stood there, eyes staring at the fire place as the flames danced. I waited for Summers cries of anger, of how she hated me and wanted to leave forever. Instead, I heard footsteps and arms wrapped around my waist.

"This is why you and mother always say never to trust gods," Summer said in a sad voice. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that."

"Don't be." I soothed. "It was long before you were born."

"Still." I turn around and we stood there together while Faye stayed back. This was our time. "I can't- I can't imagine what- I mean... I honestly don't know how to react. I'm a god."

"And part mortal." I said. "That is the best part. The mortal part is what makes you you. Your empathy, your love, your humility, honesty, selflessness; all these are what makes you, your mother and I better then the gods. Because of their immortality, their powers, they believed that mortals were simply toys to play with for their amusement. We are nothing to them."

Summer nodded. I could feel so much tension leaving her. I knew now that telling was the bet thing I have ever done for her.

"So, what can I do?" She asked. "I mean I'm strong and I just unlocked my semblance." Summer turned into white rose petals and raced across the house before stopping in front of me. "Weird. It feels like my body isn't even there anymore. I can't explain it, but it is useful. Now I can heal and I feel like everything in my body is tougher. My skin feels like stone and my bones are built like iron. My sight, hearing and smell are so clear. What else can we do?"

I grunt. "Before I lost my powers, I could grow over a hundred feet tall and used strong magic. Throwing lightning bolts, commanding the winds, summoning monsters and more. But now, I would rather not take the risk. I far that if I use my powers too much, I would lose control and become a monster again."

"You are not a monster!" Summer yelled. "It was Zeus, Ares, Athena, Gaia, all those selfish bastards are responsible for what you did! D-did you think I would hate you?"

I sigh. "I never wanted to tell you of my past. I was so hoping that it would die with me and you would live your life. I was also afraid what you would think of me."

"You are my father," Summer grabbed my hands in hers and looks me in the eye. "Always have been, always will be. A god, a ghost, a simple person, it doesn't matter. I will always love you."

I caress her cheek. "I don't deserve you or your mother."

"Yes you do."

"I keep telling her, daughter," Faye said playfully. "He believes otherwise, but it is not so."

I hum. "I suppose."

"What about what happened to me?" Summer asked. "Why did I get so angry?"

"It is the Spartan Rage." I answered grimly. "It is what gave me strength, but cost me everything. This is why I left often when you were younger. So I could control it before I hurt you and your mother. And now it is affecting you."

"What do I do?"

"You must understand that the Rage is simply a weapon. A tool, nothing more nothing less. You control it, it doesn't control you. We need to start right away for you to control your Rage or you will lose yourself. Your mother and I will be joining Signal as teachers to help you as best we can. Can you do it?"

Summer placed her fist on her chest. "Yes, I can. I am Summer Rose, daughter of Kratos and Faye."

I nodded, pride swelling in my heart. "Good. Now, I need to show you something." I nodded to Faye and she nodded back. I lead Summer to the basement door and we walked down the steps.

"You told me never to come down here when I was younger." Summer said. "But, even when I got older and searched the place, I could never understand why."

"I will show you." I stand in the middle of the basement and then crouch down. I searched the floor until I found it. Placing my fingers under a crack in the wood, I lifted up and moved the secret floor away.

"How did I miss that?"

"Shh." I shushed her. I reached in and removed the dreaded weapons wrapped in my old red loincloth. I place them on the ground and moved the cloth.

Summer gasp softly at the sight of the twin blades. "A-are those?"

"Yes. The Blades of Chaos." I then removed the cloth on my arms and Summer gasped again at seeing the burned scars. "The weapons Ares cursed me with and the same weapons that spilled the blood of many innocent people. Including our family."

Summer carefully touched the blades, tensed and waiting to draw her hand back like they were venomous serpents. "I thought they were lost?"

"They were, but these magical things always found their way back to me somehow. Forged within the deepest pits of Damnation, I shouldn't have been surprised. I threw them into the ocean, into a volcano, fed them to a sea monster and they always return to me. I gave up before I met your mother and have since locked them away where I knew they would be. I show you these weapons and scars because I want you to understand the consequences of trusting the gods. Do you understand, daughter?"

Summer stood there for a few moments before the fire in her eyes burned brightly. "I do. And I promise I won't become like the Olympians. I'll be better. I'm a Spartan after all and we never let our backs hit the ground. We stand tall forever."

I have never been so proud of her.

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They we were- Faye and I- ready to see our daughter off to Beacon Academy.

In the two years since her Spartan Rage had shown, she has made great progress in controlling it. Using it in battle, she has slain grimm and monsters with ease. Her training has come a long way and she was skilled with her bow, Talon. She could also use it as a melee weapon, disconnecting it and turning them into twin blades. Her knife was strapped to her side and I had also given her a special shield Faye and I had forged. Made from the remains of the weapons I had lost, the Guardian Shield was strong. Retractable from the wrist, it could block the strongest of attacks and be used as a weapon as well.

When I give it to her, I said, "Before Spartans went off to war, our mothers and wives presented our shield to us and said 'Come back with your shield or upon it.' To the Spartans, nothing was more important then the shield. We would rather lose an arm then lose our shields. If we died, we would be carried upon it back to Sparta with full honor and glory. I'm telling you to return alive. Come back to us. No matter what."

Summer instantly wrapped her arms around my neck and cried. "I love you, papa."

"I love you too, my daughter." I said as I hug back. I feel something slide down my face. A tear. I thought I had no more.

After saying goodbye to her mother, she was off. She walked away from her home and then stopped. She was about to turn around, but stopped herself and continued.

Good. I have taught her well.

"We're great parents." Faye said as tears ran down her face and she held on to my arm. "That girl is gong to do amazing things, I just know it."

She was right. Summer was going to be amazing...

...

I wouldn't know until years later I would regret letting her go.

It will forever be my greatest mistake.

Me: Alright, it's obvious RWBY's going to go on for a while longer. Rooster Teeth still's got one more maiden and relic to go and if- and I can't stress this if hard enough- if I get this done before the next volume, I really got some plans to think of. I wrote this chapter as emotional as I can make it because you all have to understand how much Kratos loves his family and how losing them affected him and his relationship with Ruby and Yang in the future. Trust me. You'll see.

And for those who don't know, the Y'dala are from another show Rooster Teeth created called Nomad of Nowhere.