"Where are the boys?" Kratos asked his beloved wife, Faye.
Kratos was a very intimidating looking man, he is exceptionally tall, standing at a height between 6 and 7 feet, he had a red tattoo going down the majority of his upper body and up to his face. On his face, besides the aforementioned tattoo, he has a scar on his right eye and a black goatee and hazel brown eyes. The scar was caused by Ares when Kratos was a child and tried to save his brother from the raid of Gods on Sparta. After unintenionally killing his beloved first and child, two of the few people he truly cared for, the village oracle bound their ashes to his skin to be forever a reminder of the horrible deed he committed on that day, which was why his skin was as white as snow.
He was intimidating, even if he wasn't as young as he used to be. His goatee has grown into a bushy, full beard which covers half his face and has several gray hairs. He retains the scar on his abdomen, however, it is larger and less jagged than before due to him stabbing himself. Also from the same wound, he now has a long scar covering almost all of his lower back. He wears black leather pants and shoes, also present are faded scars from where the chains from the blades were attached to his forearms, which he prefers to keep covered beneath with what appears to be fur-lined leather, secured with thongs of leather.
"I'm afraid I don't know," Faye, Krato's beautful second wife, said as she cooked their by a fire. in many ways Kratos thought that Faye and all she had brought him was better than he deserved, he doubted he would ever stop thinking that. "perhaps they have both gone out to play in the woods, could you go and get them please?" She asked. "The food is nearly ready." She added.
Kratos shook his head slighty before letting out a small grunt to say that 'yes, he wil go out and get them'. Kratos turned and left the small wooden house that the family lived in and went into the woods to go and fetch the boys. They were both told to never stray too far from home, and for the most part they listened, but occasionally they did venture farther than they should.
After a few minutes of searching he was able to find his youngest son, Atreus.
"Boy." Kratos called to Atreus who hadn't noticed his approach. Kratos watched as it looked like the young boy almost teleported as he tried turn around as fast as possible.
"F...father." Atreus said, trying and failing to act like there was nothing wrong. Atreus is a young boy, barely coming up to Kratos's hip and was around ten years old, he had brown hair and a scarred pale face. The scar on his face is pale resembling the marking Deimos has, which Kratos belives to possibly a sign of greatness. He has light freckling and icy blue eyes. He is dressed in leathers and hides of fur. Additionally, the sash around his waist is remarkably similar to Kratos's loincloth during his time in Greece; red in color with golden patterns around it.
He had several runic tattoos drawn on by his mother, the tattoo on his neck translates to "logn hugr", which means "steady mind", the boy also has another tattoo two times circling his right arm, translating to "happ-skejtr" and meaning "lucky shot" or "fortune to strike". Then, running down the circle he has "ᛊᛏᛃᚱᚲᚱ ᚨᚱᛗᚱ" two times in a continuous line. It translates to "stjrkr-armr", meaning "strong arm", "skilled arm" or "main arm". And in the back of his hand, "ᚺᚱᚨᛞᚨ ᚺᛟᚾᛞ", translating to "hrađa hönd" and meaning "quick hand".
"Boy," Kratos spoke in a slow voice, taking note of Atreus's paler than usual face. "where is your brother?" He asked.
"Y...you mean Harry?" Atreus coughed.
"Do you have any other brothers?" Kratos asked in an extremley dry voice before he looked aroun for Harry.
Harry, Kratos's oldest son and Atreus's older twin, brought some odd feelings for Kratos. Kratos's relationship with Atreus - while complicted for various reasons of varying importance - was far simpler than his relationship with Harry. Kratos had named Atreus after an old spartan soldier that Kratos knew, it was Faye that had named Harry. He didn't see why she wanted to give him such an odd name like Harry, the two had debated Atreus's name at first since Faye initially wanted to name him 'Loki', but she had been willing to let Kratos name him.
Harry was a different situation however, she absoloutly refused for him to be named something other than Harry and refused to let Kratos name him anything else. Harry looked much different from Atreus, the two dressed the same and had the same skin colour and tattoos but that was where the similarity ended. Harry had been born with black hair as wild as any spartan warrior and eyes greener than emeralds.
He also reminded Kratos of someone he'd rather not have his children remind him of: himself. Kratos had always been able to see the warrior hidden beneath Harry's eyes, the boy refused to back down from anyone, the boy was of course respectful but he was as ferocious as a wolf at times. He would have made a good spartan, of that Kratos was sure. He was also sure that if Zeus or any of the other gods could train him then they woud, and not just to get back at him, Harry had the makings of a great warrior.
"Where is he?" Kratos asked impatiently when Atreus didn't respond.
"Um...well...he's...he's abo...he's up there." Atreus finally finished with a small shrug as he gestured upwards. Kratos was disbelieving but allowed his eyes to follow where Atreus told them to, those very eyes widened when he saw Harry floating up in the air, near a tree branch, with lightning dancing along his fingers.
"H...Harry?" Kratos asked, a stunned look on his face.
"Now, I know what you're thinking." Harry said in a quiet voice. "and the answer may suprise you."