"You need to stop thinking of her." My father growled as he hailed logged a tree practically towards our home. The hunt was fresh, with many fish and rabbits were caught in my traps. Yet, I could not stop thinking about her. Father was right, I should stop thinking about her. It has been 12 moons since we last spoke, and so far no word. I keep thinking she will return, or maybe one of her sisters will, but nothing. I even prayed to mother for a sign, but I have yet to hear her voice.

"My mind, my thoughts," I told my father. He was not wrong, but this was something I felt that I needed to get over alone. To be told to not care was difficult for me. A bad habit as my mother used to say.

"Hm." That was all he responded with. When we arrived home, I gently set my bow down by the doorstep of our home before helping my father with the log. Placing it by the rocky hill he fought Baldur, I watch the old man chop the log into smaller pieces. I waste no time preparing our meals. Reaching into my sack, I pulled out three dead rabbits and five medium-size tuna's. First time I had gotten such a large bait.

"Stop thinking of her." My father responded I didn't realize that I was staring down at the fish I should have been carving the meat out of.

"I am sorry," I responded before stabbing my blade into the gill of the fish. I could smell the ocean leak from his lungs. As I cut and debone the fish, my mind still kept wondering about her. Strangely to a weird sight, I kept picturing her walking through the forest, he clothes torn with cut marks on her hands. Why am I seeing this?

"Shit," I muttered before looking over to my father. The old man was crouching over the wood he just-chopped. In a split second, I ran over to my father to see him coughing violently, holding his chest as his other hand went over his mouth.

"Father!?" I shouted as I tried to pick him up from his coughing. The old man tries to push me off him, but I held my ground and dragged him into the house. Throwing him onto his bed as he quivers in his bed. Throwing the blanket over his body before throwing wood into the firepit.

"Boy!" He coughed. Gods, 23 years old and he's still calling me a child. I hit puberty a few decades ago practically!

"Father, you need to rest," I argued as I watch him try to get out of bed, but stopped when his coughing begins to start up again. "Father lay down!"

"The wood must be tended too." He argued as he tries to stand, only for me to push him back down on the bed. I then reach over to Mimir and hooked him around my waist before leaving the house. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw my father laying down on his bed, his chest rising up and down as his body goes limp.

"Leave him to rest boy," Mimir tells me. Doing as told, I gently closed the door before looking over to the wood. My father left the leviathan ax lunged between a tree trunk. Raising my hand, the ax flies straight to my hand with ease. Swinging it around, I walked over to the wood and begin chopping.

"You know your father is ill? He is getting old." Mimir asked as I chopped a large log into half. "He can't be doing the harsh task in this winter, let alone any whatsoever."

"Tell that to the stubborn fart." I growled before placing a new log onto the trunk. "I have been telling that man that he needs to rest more and explore less, but he does not listen to me."

"Your father needs to rest. I believe you should tell him a small lie maybe. Get his head to wander off." Mimir was right, since Angrboða left my father hasn't been right. He seems more alert and a bit paranoid. He thinks that she was hiding something from us and it made him go nuts for a while. Something about a certain feeling around her that didn't make sense. Whatever it was, my father refuses to let me think of her. Forget he tells me, don't let it linger in your mind.

"Still thinking of her?" Mimir asked, honestly was it that noticeable!?

"I have so many questions!" I started up. Might as well talk while my father was sleeping. "Why did she leave? What was wrong with her sisters?"

"What do you mean Lad? Her sisters were practically virgin goddess." Mimir tells me, but I shake my head.

"No, they seemed...different." I started. "When Angrboða left, her sisters seemed mad at her. When in the temple, their personality just changed. They didn't act docile or even tried, they acted like they were hiding something. And what's worse, I think Angrboða..."

"What Lad?" Mimir asked me. My throat begins to tighten as my mind started to race at the memories of her and how she acted. How she was hostile at the beginning but her sisters seemed welcoming...as if...

"What is it, Lad?"

"Why do I get the feeling that Arb didn't want to be saved by me? Those men, they gave up too quickly. If the Maidens were so valuable, why didn't more men come back? Why didn't those men stay and fight, why did they leave so soon." I started. "And the sisters, they were quick to force Arb on me. Their personality changed so quickly and they dragged Arb away like she weighed a feather to them..."

"Boy?" Mimir asked.

"Something isn't right here. I need to know." I said before placing the ax down onto the tree stump. "I need to find Arb."

"Atreus, NO!" Mimir shouted at me. "What would happen if your right and those girls set a trap up for you! What then?"

"Arb may be in trouble!"

"She might be dead." My father spoke, causing me to gasp as I turned around to look at the tall pale white figure.

"Father," I spoke.

"You are slow, boy. Those girls played you like a fiddle." My father growled. "They are not human, nor is your little crush Arb."

"What is she then?" I growled.

"She is like you, but different." He spoke as his eyes move towards the woods. "When she touched my arm, I felt the flow of sadness come from the tips of her fingers. It was a warning, I know of this technically. That girl was being used, and she knew exactly who we are and what we are."

"So you knew and you didn't even bother to help her!?" I growled even louder.

"She was no concern of mine. Just yours." He tells me. He extends his hands towards his ax, causing it to fly to his hand. Staring at the weapon, he looks to his son. "I grow old Atreus, one day I shall be here."

"Don't say that," I muttered.

"It is true, I grow weak every day." He tells me. This is something no person wants to hear in their lives. A child sees their parents as immortal. In their eyes, their parents will never go away. Hearing these words from my father's mouth made me scared.

"But I am not weak that I need you to care for me." He tells me. And just like that, the large warrior has returned.

"If you want to know the truth behind that girl. I suggest going to the land of the Elves." He tell...what?

"What!?" I shouted.

"Like you, I get curious. I saw her there not too long ago, near the banks of the purple flowers." He explains to me.

"And you are telling me this now!?" I shouted, how the hell could he have not told me!

"Because she begged me to keep it a secret." He growls before swiftly handing me the ax. "If you want to know the truth, I suggest you leave now."

I never thought I would do this, but I did! Out of happiness, I reached over to hug my father. The large male lets out a loud growl, it was his way of showing affection. Along with a pat on the end, he wasn't much for feelings. When I let go of him, I turned around to head towards the temple. Not bothering to look back as I ran.

Kikkie: Hi ppl! Kikkie here and with me is another rant.

Growing up, Video games were one of the many joys of my life. But a child from the late 90's to the early '20s that played games on her ps2, I always had this question...where are the black females? Granted they were there, they were just rare to find. Now, being that this so-called WOKE-PERIOD is happening, I will agree that it has ruined some stuff (the Saint Row...) but listening and reading the comments of people basically saying a goddess that we have never seen before but read in mythology should be white is the dumbest thing I can read.

She's a character in stories, she can be anything! But what shocks me is how much anger is put into this one thing. Everyone is upset because she is black, their upset because she is black? Is that the reason why there still arent that many game stories with black females, let alone protagonist? You are basically saying that Loki shouldn't be with her because she is black, that her skin color ruins the entire story. I don't understand how the gaming community can be so toxic, I thought we were above this, but apparently, we are not.

It makes me sad because I was sitting here in joy screaming! Thinking to myself: "YES! Finally! We have a black love interest that was written into the story! Yes!" Then I WOKE up and say that the gaming community wasn't fully mature and that hurts.

Anyway, thank you for reading! Please wash your hands and stay safe! Please review and have a lovely day!