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Chapter 9 ~ Witch's House

"I found it, father!" Atreus whisper-yelled, kneeling as he took out his bow. The two adults hurried to his location. Kratos placed his hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Shoot when you're ready." he grumbled carefully. "Remember - Draw to your chest. A wild boar's hide is thick." the boy did as instructed and aimed flawlessly, only for the arrow to ricochet from its skin. "That was very good, Atreus!" the woman praised him. "But... I hit it, didn't I?" the boy was so confused, poor dear. "I did what you said and it looked like it bounced off. Could... The boar be magical?" "What do you think?" Kratos crouched in front if his son, testing his shrewdness. "It looked weirder than any boar I've ever seen..." the boy pointed out. "Let's go get it, then!" Kat jumped to her feet and tapped his shoulder. "Tag~!" she played along, running towards the boar. "Come on, child, let's catch our meal!" "H-Hey, wait for me!" the boy's eyes widened as he hurried after her. Kratos remained behind, shaking his head at the two and making sure nothing tries to chase after them. He couldn't believe their childishness, though he shouldn't have, one was an actual child, while the other always did everything in her power to combat his own grumpiness.

Though the fog was making the God feel uneasy, he continued sprinting after the two, calling out to his son - Atreus was able to shoot the boar, only for a lady, a witch, to yell at them for almost killing her friend. By the time Kratos arrived at the two, Katrina's hands were deep inside the boar's insides, bidding the woman's instructions. It came to the God, however, to carry the victim all the way through the gorgeous forest with the carmine-red leaves, to the witch's house that was surprisingly underneath a... A giant turtle tree?

Neither of the two Olympians should be surprised any longer, nothing ever made humanly sense after all. The witch used some kind of potions and powders on the boar, before telling the boy to go outside of the house and search for some plants. After a strong warning about the lack of welcoming manners that the Norse Gods have for outsiders, the witch asked for more ingredients, and it came to the Olympian to help the boy out. Katrina couldn't help but feel absolutely appalled that, despite her magic, she couldn't heal the boar - She was capable of healing any wound, so why not a magical boar's, then? Was it a curse? Or its magical properties? She couldn't tell, but she needed to find out fast, before something bad happens to them and she becomes powerless before their woes. Still, Katrina could only wonder how could this witch discern their identities with such ease... It was almost unnerving.

After the nameless witch drew a mark on the back of their neck, to keep their Godly aura hidden from the other enemies of the same status, she opened the door to an underground passage, through which they were to traverse, battling draugr and nightmares of all kinds, yet none stood a chance when facing them. She also offered them a magically enhanced Compass, to aid their journey. The magic of this world is so different from that from home. Though Kat was exceedingly intrigued and wished to learn more, she also felt unease, being so vulnerable and ignorant in a cruel, harsh wasteland where anything could kill you, and you'd have no clue on how to retaliate.

When finally they found a small boat in the underground cave, Kratos was the rower, Atreus sat opposite of him, excited for his first adventure, while the Goddess could only gaze around, taking in the beauty of the place - It might be a simple cave, but it was nothing that she's seen before. "I just can't believe I'm here, doing all this. There was a time when I thought I'd never leave our woods." Atreus spoke, a little nostalgic. "Or even my own bed, sometimes." "You were not to blame for your sickness." Kratos reassured him quickly. "Oh, I know... I guess I'm just sayin'... This is great!" Atreus exclaimed with glee. "Little One, you've been sick?" Katrina asked, vividly remembering Calliope's sickness, so long ago. "Y-Yeah... But I'm much better now! I haven't coughed even once since we've left home - Right, Father?" Kratos grunted in approval. "You're such a strong young man, Atreus! I feel very safe, knowing I have you protecting me!" Kat giggles sweetly, stealing a glance to her partner, whose expression was set and concentrated as always. "Oh, look, Kat, the mountain! We're so close!" Atreus turned around, staring awestruck at the mountain. "Ahh, the familiar smell of salt water, how comforting!" Kat hummed, her head leaned back, a relaxed smile on her face. "Salt water?" Atreus questioned her, confused. "We flow into the sea." Katros explained. "How do you know?" Atreus blinked, even more confused. "The sea has a rather strong smell of salt. My homeland is surrounded by two seas - The Aegean and the Ionian Seas. Smelling the salty, humid air is so comforting." Kratos avoided Katrina's gaze, not wanting to be reminded by his once home. Atreus, however, scrunched his nose in disgust. "If that smell's the sea... The sea stinks." his childish, innocent comment made the Goddess start laughing. "You are so adorable, Little One!" Kratos continued to row, out of the cave, and into the open sea. "Look at that - It's Thor!" Atreus pointed towards a colossal statue in the middle of the sea, depicting a man with a hammer grasped in his right hand. "Who is Thor?" Katrina asked, unfamiliar with the Norse Pantheon. "Thor... God of Thunder." Kratos' mention of the Gods made the red head shudder softly. "That's right! I never thought you listened when mum spoke of Gods." Atreus chuckled softly. "I seldom did." Kratos noted. "Did she speak of one who could feel no pain?" what a peculiar question, Katrina thought with a soft frown, wondering if this man he was referring to might be the reason for the destroyed land she walked past previously. "Oh - That sounds like Baldr. An Aesir God. Son of Odin and Frigg." it all sounded so foreign to Katrina, that she felt a shudder of fright go down her spine. "And Odin is king." Atreus approved. So Odin was a sort of counterpart for Zeus, then? What a scary thought. "If this Odin is the King of the Gods, then I dearly hope we will never have to encounter him." Kratos grunted in agreement.

Somewhere in the middle of the Sea, a gigantic scale-clad specimen seemed to be occupying a large section of the water bed; A thing, that may as well actually be a being, dead or alive, something that not even Atreus, born and raised in the North, had no clue of. Kratos rowed towards a smaller statue, just close enough for the boy to read the yellow-painted runes. 'Sacrifice your arms to the center of the water; Awaken again the cradle of the world.' "Is... This supposed to be a riddle? As we are now, our only arms I can think of are the boat oars." Kat tilted her head in confusion. "I think we're supposed to throw our weapons into the water." Atreus spoke his supposition. "Guess that won't be a problem for you." he jokes with his father and his fantastic ability of recalling his weapon. "Are... You gonna do it?" "I can do it, if you're not feeling comfortable with parting with your weapon." the Goddess placed her hand on his arm, speaking to him in a gentle voice. Kratos grunted as he rose to his feet, freezing the axe before throwing it far, far away, into the middle of the sea. "Impressive throw." she praised him, as he extended his arm, recalling the axe... Yet it didn't seem to return. "The axe did not return." Kratos pointed out. "No, but the sea in tremoring underneath us." Kat braced herself. "I did not wish for another Atlantis trip!" the once static scale-like being came to life, revealing itself to be the World Serpent, a snake so long that it's supposed to go around the world. The water shook with its movements, propelling their boat farther away, violently. "Hang on!" Kratos exclaimed, holding the two firmly in his strong arms, until the waves stilled once more. "What IS that?" the God asked his knowledgeable child. "It's the World Serpent...!" Atreus was completely fascinated as they faced the red serpent eyes. The snake rose its head, spitting out the Leviathan axe, impaling it into their boat, as if to return it to its rightful owner; Yet now, the weapon had been upgraded, imbued with Eitr, the poison of the World Serpent itself. "Stay calm, boy!" the God cried out to his Son, standing protectively in front of the two, as the Serpent looked down at them. "I am! This is great!" the young boy was captivated by this discovery. It seemed to try to communicate, but it was definitely not a language that even the Goddess of Nature could comprehend. "It speaks?!" Kratos asked his son. "Yeah! Mum said he's friendly!" what a sweet child. "So what is he saying?" Katrina asked. "I don't know!" the boy answered, almost indignant, as he managed to step in front of his father, at the peak of the boat, getting a better view of the serpent settling down.

With this change in sea level, a ship-wreak was revealed, along with the bottom part of Thor's statue, a golden temple, and even a dock. To think that all this was hidden underneath the sea. "This is just like Atlantis all over again." Kratos turned his gaze to the Goddess, grunting in amusement. Atreus even noticed a faint half-smile on his face, something he's never witnessed before. Her long hair was glued flat on her head and body, getting in the way, while the sheer material of her grass green dress took the silhouette of her forms, as though she was a masterpiece statue. As ethereally beautiful as always. "You look like a wet cat." Atreus wasn't sure if his father's joke was funnier, the fact that he actually was capable of such a feat, or that Kat's glare was the farthest thing from intimidating. Who really was this woman, and how did she know his dad? Will he ever find out the truth?

"You know of the Serpent?" the boy was suddenly brought out of his many questions. "He's one of the Giants, and he's so big that he's wrapped around the world and bites his own tail." the boy exclaimed, happy to show his father his vast knowledge of Jormungandr. "An exaggeration." Kratos easily refuted such childish fantasy. "I dunno, it looked pretty big to me." as Kratos helped Katrina step on the dock, he took out the Compass to see what it was worth; Sure enough, the coils of the Serpent were visible. They rushed up the stairs of the Golden Temple, only to get called out by a familiar vulgar-voice; It was Brok, the blue dwarf, welcoming the trio and urging them to take some more upgrades to their armor and weapons.

"If it isn't the rose bush, the bearded-beefer and his sac-seed! Have I got something for you three!" he invited them inside. "Brok?! But how did you--" Atreus wasn't able to finish his question, for he was already cut off. "None of yer fuckin' business. Now get in here, I got somethin' for ya! And don't go makin' pig eyes at my spot... I saw it first!" Brok pushed the large door farther open, welcoming them inside. "What a peculiar specimen..." Katrina murmured under her breath, uncomfortable with his brash tone and the myriad of curse words used - Definitely something she wasn't used to. "What do you think he wants?" Atreus asked, walking ahead, not witnessing the comforting look that Kratos offered Katrina, nor the tender touch of his fingers brushing her cheek, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. "Thank you." that beautiful soft blush coating her cheeks was enough of a thanks for him. "To test out patience." Kratos finally answered his son, urging the woman to step ahead. "When word gets out about my shop, folks'll finally come outta hiding." Brok replied, a little too cryptic for their understanding. "They'll be clawin' all over each other just to catch a whiff at my wares - You watch!" he boasted cockily as he walked behind his workshop table. "Hey, flower garden, catch!" caught off guard, Katrina squeaked adorably in surprise as she struggled to catch a beautifully glowing light blue gem stone. "Ladies love jewels, don't they, ey?" he chuckled gruffly. "The pile o' rock there -" he nodded towards the rocks behind them that started glowing light blue, just like the gem, and levitated in the air to create a wonderfully carved stone door that seemed to magically connect realms. "With that Key of Yggdrasil, you can open a magic door to the branches of the World Tree - A shortcut 'tween realms. If y'ever see 'em out in the world, use it to get back to me quick." he instructed. "But it's only one way - Straight back here and nowhere else - And whatever you do, never, never, EVER, never, ever, ever, ever, ever throw yourself over the edge of the path... Lest you want death." Katrina shuddered softly, imagining a void-like purgatory. "Yeah, I don't see us wanting that." Atreus sarcastically joked.

Before they continued their journey, Kratos and Atreus upgraded their stuff; This time, Katrina agreed to wear a golden talisman that had the carved skull of a ram engraved in stone, and its horns were made out of some red jewel, while its eyes were green - It almost looked like her, how creepy. Brok mentioned it has the chance to stun enemies you attack, and it strengthens the power of the surrounding runes, how interesting, to think such a little necklace could have such power. Though she was skeptical, she agreed to having her spear embellished and carved with these peculiar Norse runes, under the belief they might enchant it. Now, she just needs to test it out.

Before they left, Kratos looked down at the Goddess and let out a low grunt. At first, he didn't utter a single word, yet his hand rose to touch the amulet around her neck, his calloused fingers trailing over the roughly sculpted charp. "It does not suit you." he muttered. "Yes... I agree. However, the dwarf said it might be of common use... So, I suppose, there is no harm in trying it out." Katrina smiled up at him. Kratos grunted in understanding. His eyes lingered on her body, before stealing a short glance at his child. "Are you not cold?" he found himself asking. "Perhaps a little, during the harsher breeze, but there is nothing that I cannot handle, per se. Though I cannot lie, I do miss the warmth of home." she chuckled softly at him. "I will find you something proper to keep you warm." he said, gently placing his large palm over the exposed skin on her arm. "Your flesh is freezing." he said, feeling the gold bracelet as cold as her skin. "Thank you, Kratos. Ever the thoughtful. There is no rush though, I am doing fine enough as it is." he couldn't look at her tender smile, knowing the urge to embrace her and kiss her was overwhelming his heart, and he didn't want Atreus to see and misunderstand his actions.

Once their business with the blue dwarf finished, the trio went back outside, forwards toward a large golden horn covered by moss. Amusingly enough, Kratos didn't want to blow into it, under some rather amusing pretexts. Poor Atreus was right, usually, they would push every button and pull on every lever they found, until something happened, and they had to beat up a bunch of creatures. Kratos truly was getting old, if he refused something like that. Instead, he opted for pulling on a lever to reach the bottom level of the temple, where they were met with a bunch of undead monsters, full of nasty water and algae - They were going to get quickly killed and returned to the afterlife, where they belonged.

Throughout the arduous journey, Kat couldn't help but look around like a child in a wonderland, admiring and gazing awestruck not only at the gorgeous landscapes that were so different from anything they had back home, but also, the myriad of mechanisms that would offer such fantastic rewards, such as a large copper bell that had to be powerfully hit to echo a strong jingle, or even treasure chests that could be opened not by even Godly sheer force, but through finding certain runes that would light up as soon as you touched them. Different civilizations, different pantheons, and certainly, different cultures, in all ways possible. It truly was fascinating.

Throughout the looktower, they stumbled upon another shrine - A Jotun shrine, they called it, and it had depicted on it, painted with gleaming gold, the World Serpent Jormungandr, ready to bite down on the one God known as Thor, the Thunder God. Katrina shuddered softly, the mere idea of having to meet malevolent Gods again not something she fancied. Still, she focused on admiring the artstyle of the shrine, and its power to predict future events, as they said.

Across the realm, they were met with trap-like flowers that emanated poison miasma that could easily prove fatal. Thankfully, Faye had taught Kratos how to counter them, using the freezing abilities of the Leviathan's Axe. Through more adventuring around the realm, they reached the foggy foothills, where yet another dwarf, garbed in golden armor, greeted them. He was soft-spoken and polite, albeit a little frightened and timid, poor man. He couldn't blame him for being afraid of confronting someone like Kratos though.

"Hey, uhhh, excuse me... How did you come by that axe?" the dwarf stuttered lightly. "That is my concern alone." Kratos rasped, not even sparing a glance to the stranger. "And uh.... While I won't dispute that... I know that blade." the dwarf was desperately trying to keep brave. "It was one of ours, but uh, we didn't make it for you." Kat couldn't help but admire the dedication and passion that blacksmiths had, recognising each of their work with a single glance. Hephaestus was much alike, she remembered the Smith God, long before he was corrupted. "Step aside." Kratos ordered, making the dwarf flinch, yet he bravely stood his ground. "I can't. See - The woman we made this for... I was, well... I am... Quite fond of her." Kat put her hand on Kratos' biceps, squeezing it delicately, as a way to show him that he needn't be on guard. "And I would, uh... Be quite... Displeased, if it turns out that... You did something to her." "You need not worry, little sir. We mean you no harm." the Goddess gently caressed the dwarf's face, immediately calming him down. "It was my mother's." Atreus stepped forward, speaking in a sad voice. "She left it to father before she died." "Faye's dead...?" the dwarf's breath hitched in his throat, and his whole body felt lax with grief. "I'm... Very, very sorry to hear that..." the dwarf sighed, looking away from the trio. "She was a fierce warrior... And a good woman." he sighed, before turning with newfound vigor towards the travelers. "Alright. I will make improvements to the axe." "But... No one asked you to." Atreus rose a questioning eyebrow. "W-Well, it's true, but... But knowing your mother, she would have insisted I repair that act of vandalism perpetrated against her axe by my brother." Kat giggled softly at the childishness of this brotherly feud. "I knew it! You are Brok's brother!" Atreus exclaimed, hopping towards the dwarf's blacksmith tent. "The other half of the brand's here." "The blue one is your brother?" Kratos quired, his eyebrows furrowed. "Yes... Though my talents are vastly superior. No boast - Swear to Freya." Freya... Was that another God of this world? Still keeping the dwarf under a stern gaze, Kratos took out his axe and handed it to the smith. "Do not undo his work. Improve upon it only." "Yeeeeaaaahhh.... But can you put it down over there?" the dwarf asked, visibly uncomfortable and trembling. Kratos rasped a drastic negative answer. "The handle is filthy..." the dwarf sighed shakily, his eyes darting around with great anxiety. "Okay, then... I'll just... I will just..." "By the Gods..." Katrina sighed, placing her hand over her lover's. "Kratos, please. If you will not accommodate him with his clear repulsion to uncleanliness, then at least allow ME to do it. I am getting uncomfortable myself simply by looking at his poor self." It was clear that Kratos had many things to complain about, simply from that look in his dark, stern eyes, peering into the Goddess' own forest-green ones; Instead, he simply gruffed, allowing the woman to slide her hand onto the wooden handle and aid the poor dwarf. "My, this is much heavier than I expected. People of the North must truly be strong, to be able to carry about such weapons." she chuckled softly, smiling at the dwarf as she placed the axe on the workbench. As soon as he finished with the upgrading, Kratos quickly snatched the axe back into his possession. "Anything else I can help you with?" the dwarf asked. "A coat, perhaps? Or a pair of breeches? I have to say, I've never seen anyone wearing such garments before. This silk feels like water... Amazing. You aren't from around, are you?" Sindri gently felt the material of her flowy dress that hugged her body like a godly sculpture. "My home is much, much in the South. I have been travelling for so many moons, that I lost count." Katrina smiled cheerfully, remembering her home. "I see. Well, I think I have just the right thing for you!" at once, Sindri brought a cloak of leaf-green, embroidered in golden thread, and a pair of skin-tight breeches, the same colour of the bark of brown-white trees. Her outfit hadn't lost her lovely nature-like allure. "Thank you for your kindness, Sindri. I feel much warmer now, thanks to you. You have my gratitude." the Goddess smiled warmly at him, making the dwarf blush slightly and look away. "Don't mention it, don't mention it! It's the least I could do! Now off you go!" with a lazy wag of her fingers, Katrina waved the dwarf goodbye, following Katros and Atreus towards the mountain.

During a particularly tall climb up the mountain wall, Atreus jumped on his father's back, being comfortably carried. the Goddess, on the other hand, simply ran up the wall, making Kratos gruff in annoyance, remembering that fool named Hermes, who pestered him similarly, years ago. He will never get over that annoyance. "Do you think for this last leg up the mountain that maybe I can carry her?" the boy asked, while Katrina was idly dangling her feet from the edge of the mountain. "I told you, no." came his father's resolute answer. "Why?" Atreus sighed in disappointment. "She meant more to me than you anyway." "What?!" Kratos rasped immediately. "Atreus!" Katrina gasped in surprise at the child's disrespectful comment. "You do not say such words to your father!" "I-I just meant -- I spent more time with her. You were off hunting a lot." the boy tried to explain himself. "He was out so he could provide your family with the comfort of food and the necessary items of the house. Were it not for your father, it would have been your mother away. It is a father's duty to provide for the family, and a mother's to care for it. Do not be so harsh on your father. He did everything he could for you." Kratos shot the woman a quick glance, half-grateful for the explanation that he would never be able to provide, but also, rather uncomfortable. "How would you know that? You've just arrived. You couldn't know what happened, could you?" true enough, Atreus' words made Katrina keep quiet, unable to muster a relevant reply that would not give away their identity. "It would serve you to stop talking." his father intervened thankfully as he went ahead to decimate a few undeads.

An uncomfortable silence filled the air as the three kept apart from each other by at least three steps. It was Kratos who led the way, as he crouched down to raise up a fallen boulder that was blocking the door. Just as he was able to pull it away, the large gates were sprung open by a hideous monster attacking them. It immediately tried to lunge towards the child, but Kratos quickly grabbed onto its forearm, halting its movement. It seemed to be communicating in low grunts, but they were unable to understand its tongue. "Let him GO!" Atreus tried to dash forwards and aid his dad, but Katrina quickly grabbed him by the arrow quiver, pulling him backwards, just in time to evade a powerful swiping fist, which she took instead. It was one thing for a God to get thrown to the ground, and another for a child like him.

"Atreus, stand back!" Katrina called out to the boy, but just as she got up, the monster grabbed her at lightning speed, his grasp around her slender body squeezing so tight that it was difficult breathing. At the very same time, not only did the God of War shove his whole arm into the monster's gnawing mouth to protect her from harm, but Katrina, also, extended her hand towards its face, summoning her spear so that she could impale its skull. Finally, the monster was dead, on the ground. "Father!" Atreus called out quickly, pointing towards the approaching enemies. The Goddess quickly ripped away the monster's fingers from around her body and clinged onto Kratos' damaged arm. "Forgive me for getting you harmed, my love." she murmured softly, making sure the child wouldn't hear her words as she quickly healed his bleeding injuries. "It is fine." he grunted, holding his axe. "Ready yourself, boy." "Let me help out with these pests. You have injured yourself on my behalf far too much." Katrina sighed, summoning a bunch of vines from underground that latched tightly onto the undead, ripping them apart with ease. "An Ogre? Here?" Atreus was out of breath with shock at the intensity of this encounter. "Who built this place?" thankfully at least, once they passed through the large base, they reached the Mountain's Base. They were getting closer to the desired destination. "Whoa... I can see why mum wanted us to bring her here." "Indeed." Kratos gruffed, agreeing to the landscape's beauty. "Is there anything like this back at your home, Kat?" the boy asked. "No, not really. I have never seen anything quite like this. In fact, I do not recall ever seeing snow before either." the red head shivered softly at the cold breeze.

Atreus quickly went on ahead towards the bridge engulfed in a pitch black smoke, coming up from the face-like mountain wall. He seemed to try and get close to the smoke, but he was unable to. "Kat, you have magical powers, right? Think you can do something about it?" Katrina stepped forward, slowly reaching out her hand towards the blockage, only to quickly snatch her hand back with an electrifying hiss. "This curse is something that I cannot undo. Its malevolence is foreign to even me. We must find another way." she tried to look around in hopes that she could create a ladder of sorts, but she doubted, given the harsh blizzard around them, that she would be able to safely get them both across. "Then, maybe the witch? Wish she was here. I bet she could get us past this." Atreus sighed sadly. Out of nowhere, the witch's voice startled them with her presence. Was she summoned here, somehow? Creepy. "My magic is useless against the Black Breath, and there's no way around it. Odin saw to that long ago." Atreus quickly skipped to the witch, grinning widely in happiness. "What are you doing here?!" "Making sure you can finish your journey." she bent at his level, her hand squeezing his shoulder motherly. "Why wait to warn us?" Kratos asked defensively. "I was busy saving my friend, if you remember..." Kratos grunted, looking away. "The Black Breath is a corruption of magic even I can't dispel. Only the pure Light of Alfheim is strong enough to break through it, but that road is long. What does this goal mean to you?" "It's everything." Atreus replied. The witch seemed to be touched by the boy's resolve. "Follow me." Kratos grabbed her arm, seizing her with his eyes. "Why help us?" "Maybe I see more of myself in you than I'm willing to admit. Maybe..." she gulped slightly, hesitating in her truthful answer. "Maybe by helping you, I'll make up for a lifetime of mistakes." she shrugged softly, smiling at the child. "Or maybe I just like you." "Even though we shot your friend?" the witch smiled dryly. "Even though you shot my friend, yes." "Where must we go?" Kratos asked, as the trio started following her. "To a realm beyond your own." the witch replied, running off ahead. "We're going to another realm?! Are you coming with us?" Atreus asked, excited. "Only for a little while." she repeated Kratos' reply.

They came by a large contraption, which Sindri had previously talked about. Seems that he was able to finish repairing it, what a fantastic smith. The witch explained their destination was Tyr's Temple, the one previously under water, and from there, they will be able to travel to Alfheim. When the God asked about the World Serpent's whereabouts, she explained that there is no one with such knowledge, though when Thor attacked it, their battle was felt across all the realms. The fight ended in a stalemate, and though Thor returned empty-handed to Thor, they are destined to kill each other, come Ragnarok. Kat wasn't quite sure what Ragnarok was, but the witch seemed to be rather terrified of that notion.

She guided them back towards the large gates, where there was no way across. Instead, the witch was smug, and she took out her bow, firing an arrow towards a large gem glowing blue. "Ljosta!" she exclaimed, and a solid bridge of pure light spawned across. Elven architecture, she said. Her bowstring was soaked in the Light of Alfheim, and it has the ability of reawakening the magic of the Elves.

The witch was rather impressed by Atreus' knowledge of Vanir magic, from the realm of Vanaheim. He mentioned his mother telling him that the Vanir Gods are always at war with the Aesir Gods of Asgard. He said they are 'Good' Gods, compared to Odin and Thor, but are there truly any good Gods out there? "There are no good Gods, boy. I thought I taught you that." Katrina pondered over a little Kratos' reply. Gods are all selfish, yes, she often warned him of that notion - But she never did think that Gods like Hestia or Hebe were evil. She could even say that Aphrodite, Anteros, Psyche and Eros were very kind... Not that she could ever see Kratos getting over his hatred of the Gods.

Once they went past another great set of doors, they reached Tyr's Temple. The witch mentioned that, with the help of the Giants, Tyr was able to travel across all nine realms and keep the peace between them. Something must have happened to this Tyr, considering the amount of dead things overflooding the premises and destroying everything in their path. With the aid of Kratos' fantastic Godly strength, they were able to turn the whole entire bridge into position. It was a fantastic sight, seeing Kratos' incredible power in action once more. Hopefully, he wasn't hurting.

The Witch mentioned this temple being the very last construction where all nine realms worked together. With some kind of immersive magic, the witch used the last bit of Alfheim Light to create the bridge, before swapping around her bowstring with Atreus', instructing him on how to infuse his own weapon with such power. She also said she doesn't think she'd be able to follow, considering a numerous amount of measures had been taken to keep her trapped in Midgard. Was Midgard the human realm they were walking on, then? The more Kat learns, the more she realises her lack of knowledge is even greater than she anticipated. She said the Gods don't care much for her - But surely, the Gods wouldn't make sure she's unable to travel, if she were unimportant. How peculiar.

They entered together in this Realm Travel Room that was pitch black - She says they need the light of the Bifrost to reawaken, for the temple had been underwater for over a hundred and fifty winters passed. They reached a large tree, known as the World Tree, which makes this traveling between realms possible. It was glowing a magical blue. The Witch offered Kratos a small gadget which could capture the Light of Bifrost and allow this kind of traveling. "Amazing...!" Katrina was breathless at the beauty of this place, once Kratos stuck the gadget into its rightful place, and the lean surface of the water starter glowing a lovely fluorescent blue, waving and emanating cinder drops around like fireflies. From underneath the small water basin, a miniature layout of the temple emerged, whilst at the same time, blue fire came out from the ground in nine different places across the room, signifying the different realms. The witch explained these realms all exist in the same physical space as reflections of each other. These doors, the towers outside, and the nine realms are all intertwined and co-exist on the branches of the World Tree, separated only by the Bifrost light of Alfheim. Katrina could barely pay attention to the explanation, as her eyes were bewitched by the work of lights surrounding them in the darkness, illuminating the place with blue sparkles of all kinds. This place they were in, could focus and control that said light.

Atreus voiced what the Goddess was thinking - This World Tree was merely an artistic representation of the much more impressive and grand Yggdrasill. The Tree of Life is bound to the fate of the world, just as they all were bound to it. The tree nourishes the soils; The dew from its leaves feeds the valleys and rivers. The Tree's very existence supports all of creation along its boughs - Its life energy interwoven into the tapestry of life - Birth, growth, death and rebirth. Every strand - Transcending time, transcending space. Everything comes back to the Tree. The Goddess was in awe, her heart having stopped altogether, as a gentle flurry of blue snow swished around them, and the small sprouts of flowers growing at the roots of the tree bloomed together in perfect sync.

The witch explained how, by turning this wheel around the water basin, the great wheel that Kratos previously moved would also be spurred, as the bridge aligns to the different realm towers on the lake outside. As Odin had prevented access to vanaheim, and Jotunheim was currently unavailable, for the Realm Tower was missing, they were urged to move towards the Alfheim tower. She drew a symbol rune on Kratos' palm, so they can lock into this realm and begin the sequence at once. Everything around them changed, and a single part of the room got illuminated in brilliant blue, as the roots grew longer towards the crystal glowing there. Each realm has a corresponding crystal that focuses and amplifies the power of the Bifrost, she said, opening the bridge to that realm. As she continued speaking, a powerful blue lights engulfed them - Yet it was not a blinding one, but a soothing blue that seemed to caress their souls. Before they left, Atreus was curious about the missing Jotunheim Tower, to which he was told that the Tower went missing by the time the Giants disappeared from Midgard, and no one knows its whereabouts. As the blue lights subsided, the boy thought nothing happened. The witch hummed in amusement, urging them to follow her

Kratos pointed out the Bifrost became dark - It was out of power, thus, they could not return without being replenished by the Light of Alfheim. But Katrina wasn't concerned by such trivialities; She was captivated by the flowers that turned red, just like her hair, the same colour as the Maple Tree Leaves. Kratos had to grab her by the wrist and pull her towards the exit, revealing what looked like a city overgrown with trees. The witch's smile quickly vanished once she realised the Light was barely visible - The Column of Light in the horizon, housed in the heart of a ringed temple, was supposed to be far more powerful.

But the witch was beginning to dissipate in a glowing green light. The trio grabbed onto her, but it was in vain, for the curse was too strong to be resisted. "To restore the Bifrost's magic, you must step into The Light - But be very careful not to get caught up in the --" before she could finish her warning, however, she was pulled inside a portal, no doubt, back to Midgard. "How convenient, being unable to finish the full warning." Kat chuckled, shaking her head. The boy's panic was almost hilarious to her. The whole placed seemed to be fused up with some kind of plant-based organism... Though it also looked a little like corals. How peculiar, she's never seen anything like it."Are you ready for yet another misadventure?" "No."

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#god of war #god of war x reader #god of war imagine #kratos #kratos x reader #kratos imagine #god of war oc #god of war x oc #kratos x oc #goddess #olympus #greek tragedy

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toddreblogslotf · 6 months

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phosphorus is the kind of guy who will spend every minute of the sunrise staring at thanatos because it’s the only time that he ever gets to see him and he constantly needs to remind himself how lucky he is

#HI DO U FOLLOW MY GREEK GOD BLOG BCS IF NOT THIS DOESNT MAKE SENSE!#ocs #thanatos x phosphorus #guys they’re in love #choking on your alibis

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ryxmix · 1 year

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FOR ALL YOU MAHABHARAT FANS/ WITCH LOVERS/ ASTROLOGY BITCHES/ PEOPLE WHO FOUND THE ZODIAC ACADEMY'S ACADEMY COOL (not the characters) / MYTHOLOGY LOVERS, I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU:

The Story of the Zodiacs!

It's a story which me my friends are working on our shared ao3 account, thetrio_writes, and I would love for you all to come and see the first chapter and give us tips and tell us what you want to see!

It's still in the making, but it's a fic I definitely plan on completing since it will be something i share with my hostages friends.

it's not much of adventure or things like that, just a lot of romance, fluff, magic, and laughter! + mythical beasts too!

it's a college setting with three main characters based on the three of au and is heavily concentrated on hindu mythology with greek, norse, egyptian, and roman mythology (the reasons the others aren't given will be explained in ch 2!)

we'll try to make it as diverse as we can while it still fits the plot!

oh, and we have polyamorous characters, aroace characters, and obviously, indian characters!

Updates will be slow for now since we're a bit busy but you can expect more after the 6th or 7th of this month!

I hope everyone who sees this at least takes a peek at it and chooses to reblog it too!

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loki104-uwu · 6 months

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Got bored so I made a fankid Guess who his parents are😏

(Yes he is named after Hades...Hades birthname is Aidoneus)

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katstrange · 5 months

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Divine trio again, but make it back in Ancient Greece. Please don’t jump me on the size proportions 😭 Katalia is actually shorter than the boys but like- I drew Patroclus too tall. Eh.

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mehphoobia · 2 years

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HIDE IN THE MOONLIGHT ~ Tom Holland | One Shot

Pairing:- Tom Holland! Greek God x Reader! Human

Summary:- It took a sacrifice to make you learn about the meaning of love. Your love hiding in the moonlight.

Warnings:- Smut, possessiveness, mentions of death/ suicide

Wc:- 1.2K

MASTERLIST

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It had been years since it had last rained. The green lands which once flourished with the wind and danced with the pretty droplets of water and changed colors with the changing shades of the sun in the sky.

Where children once played and ran with their kites soaring through the wind, there could only be heard cries of hunger. Mothers used to watch their little ones play happily were now bought down to see them cry with helplessness. You too had, lost your uncle to the drought and it took a big toll on your family.

"Please" you would cry yourself to sleep, praying to end the torment your people had to go through. No more.

So you took it up into your hands, to try and finally end all of it, even if it costs you your life.

Sneaking out of your house with a satchel and ran out to the fields. The soil started to crumble with how dry it was. It almost made you cry again but also made you determined. You took out the wine your mother prepared for your uncle's memorial day and a knife to offer your blood.

"Please let this curse end with my life. I have nothing more to offer so accept me." you begged within the circle you drew using the wine and now waiting to slit your wrist. Your eyes couldn't help but break down their walls for the tears to gush but minutes later it wasn't the tears anymore but blood, pooling on the ground.

You mocked at the how thirsty the ground was, how it soaked up your blood. With the last few minutes left in you, a thought of your mother came in your mind, your brother sitting in your room waiting for you to come, who would help your father in the fields? But at least they would have a chance to live at least. Its the least you could do.

As you stared at the empty sky, you felt it. A drop of water on your cheek as if someone was caressing your face. "Thank you" you wept with the remaining few breaths. With that you closed your eyes for the last time.

Or so you thought.

You woke up again. Much to your surprise. "Where am I?" you frowned in confusion while scanning the room. You weren't on the dried land anymore but a soft red satin covered bed.

"Nothing more to offer huh?" a shadow spoke from behind the curtains. He approached to you with light and graceful steps making you hypnotized. "Who are you?" he smirked upon your question.

"You can call me Tom" he answered with his soft voice. The light upon touching him showed his toned thighs and glistening abs with a slight bump near his crotch area.

You gulped at the sight, couldn't help it. He looked irresistible. "Why am I h-" he didn't let you finish as he climbed right next you and then moments later, on you, hovering.

Your breath hitched when his lips grazed your skin with his fingers trailing through your thighs. The two of you panting, you with a hunger to be touched and him with a hunger to touch you.

"Shh" his sensual but heavy voice calmed you down but ignited the fire in your lower body. Suddenly you could feel fingers intruding the warm and growingly wet spot. "So fresh, so tight, untouched by anyone before, all mine" he whispered scissoring his fingers within you.

"Ahh mmm-ore" you cried in pleasure and he very thankfully acknowledged accompanied with his mouth. He lapped his tongue on your center skillfully while driving his fingers in and out of you in a rhythmic manner.

You came like never before and he slurped all your juices and still devoured you like a hungry beast. He came to your face and kissed you for the first time. You almost felt embarrassed on tasting yourself on his lips but also a taste and aroma familiar.

Your mother's wine. Could it be?

"Its going to hurt. Stop me when it does" he panted unable to speak with his lust. "O-okay" you complied. You felt something rock hard and slimy tip on your center before he filled you. Never had you felt so full before.

He kept pumping in and out of you and sinful moans filled the room. He came inside you while your walls pulsing on his cock. The two of you came together and never did it feel so complete, so right.

"Y/N..sleep" was the last thing Tom said before you passed out.

Again.

Sounds of birds chirping and the warmth of the sun on your face woke you up. You laid on the same bed with same clothes, only cleaner.

"Is anyone there?" you asked in question. "Y/N?" a sweet but familiar voice answered. It was Tom.

"I'm right here, love" he said with passion and love in his eyes. He slowly caressed your cheek and shaped your hair up in a bun.

You were falling in love with the man before you, whom you hardly knew. Falling in love with the way he held you last night, making you blush with the memories.

"You sacrificed yourself, for your people?" he asked the question in anguish. "What if I was a little late, what if you were taken away by someone else? How would I live without you?" tears pooled in his eyes, he couldn't even think his life without you anymore.

"But we just met. You don't even know me" you answered unknowingly. Why would a man who never knew you care this much. What does it matter to him, why does it matter to you?

"Oh Dear, I have known you and met you your whole life. Like how you gave up some of your food to have your brother eat properly. When your uncle passed away, helping your dad on those barren fields, sitting under the shade and crying your pain away, love I have seen you all, helplessly unable to do anything." he answered.

He watched you grow into the beautiful woman you are today. Caring, loving, sacrificial, everything he wanted in a lover his queen. With each passing day, his love for you was just proven right. The more he looked at, the more he fell for.

Tears flowing down your face gave your pain away. "Where were you then, why did you let it happen? If you cared about me, then why would you let me die?"

"It was a curse, you land had befallen a curse and there was nothing I could do. The curse was lifted with the first drop of your blood and I got you here as soon as I could. Oh the long years I've waited to hold you in my arms." he spoke hugging you and absorbing all your pain away.

The two of you just sat there with each other, in each other's arms. Embraced. Hitched breaths filling up the room as he kissed you passionately. Your eyes locked when the kiss broke and looked at each other with nothing but love.

It took a sacrifice to make you learn about the meaning of love. Your love hiding in the moonlight.

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A/N:- Here it is. I really hope you liked it.

REQUESTS OPEN | MASTERLIST

Love yourself...no matter what🤍🤍

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comingyourlugubriousness · 2 years

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"To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved is everything."

Idia and Yume as my version of Hades and Persephone.

Old art, in reference to this ask I answered here.

@bunnwich asked me to draw this a looooog time ago. I was so embarrassed at the time because I really never drew fanart much. But this actually came out great! It was my first time using the more painterly brushes on ClipPaint.

#yume ume #idia shroud #twst oc #yuusona #twisted wonderland #twsted oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted oc #myart #persephades #?#oc x canon #greek god au #nightlight and starshine #yumexidia #old art #pumpkinart

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boyinabillion · 3 months

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Chapter Two

Chapter Name: The New Kid Ruined Sol's Gossip Session

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x oc

Content Includes:

AN: I love Clarisse’s x Soliel’s friendship.. lmk if you would want blurbs of their friendships. I would love to have feedback on this chapter!! Don't be mean!!

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Waking up at Camp Halfblood is so interesting. Mainly because you can never expect what you are going to wake up to. For example, one night Sol had a sleepover in the Ares cabin with Clarisse. (She is the head of the cabin so she has a separate room) And when Soleil woke up, the Ares siblings were stacking daggers on her forehead... Safe to say her siblings didn't mess with me after that, Clarisse was scary.

But today was a different case. There was a new kid, rumored to have defeated a minotar. Which is crazy! Sol rushed to get dressed so she can find Clarisse. Lacing up her shoes she started to run down for breakfast. Shouting for Clarisse.

“Clarisse! Where are you” Soleil shouted running to the breakfast tables. “Clarisse, please! I need to debrief stop hidin-” Sol stops mid-sentence. She is grabbed by her waist and brought into the forest. She knows it is Clarisse, she is taking Sol to their safe spot. The strawberry fields.

The strawberry fields is where Clarisse and Soleil would always meet each other. They always knew to meet one another there at the end of every day, or when something was happening. It was the farthest point outside of camp, nobody ever went to the fields, unless they were really bored or a satyr. So it was the perfect debrief/gossip spot.

“Clarisse have you heard the news” Sol exclaims as Clarisse continues to carry her. “The new kid killed a freaking minotar!” Sol was slightly amazing.. what demigod was that strong. Sol couldn’t even pick up a sword when she first arrived at camp… granted she was about 6 years old but.. STILL.

“I hate that new kid” Clarisse grumbled, gently placing Soleil down on the dirt in the strawberry field. “How does he just show up and KILL A MINOTAR!” Clarisse was so pissed, she was practically blowing steam from her ears. She kept pacing back and forth, over and over again. “Like I have been here for so long, why didn’t I get that chance.” Clarisse struggled with attention, not that she liked to be the center of attention- but she was never recognized for her positive behaviors (nor was she given chances to show positive acts) she was only recognized for her negative actions. “It’s okay Clarisse” Soleil said reaching up and interlocking their hands. “He is just the new kid, don’t let him get to you. And don’t go trying to stir up some trouble with him. I know how you are” Sol said sternly, while standing up and brushing the dirt if her pants. In the distance a horn blared signifying work time. “Do you wanna work in the strawberry fields with me today? It will be fun!” Soleil pulled Classie to the strawberry baskets. “Just until lunch Sol”

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“And then I told the Aphrodite boy, ‘I don’t want to go out with you, but he kept insisting!’” Sol giggled, reenacting the scene for Clarisse. “I swear Clarisse the other campers are getting more and more bold-” Sol was interrupted mid-sentence by Grover. He was in the distance, giving a tour to the new kid. The new kid was a strange thing to Soleil… she wanted to hate him because her best friend did… but she couldn’t he looked so kind. She remembers being the new kid once, she remembers feeling so confused… so lost. He looked so lost.. and she couldn’t help but want to help him. So she did the only thing she could…

“Grover! Hi!” Soleil shouted from across the field, waving frantically and running at Grover hand-in-hand with Clarisse. She was so excited to see her friend and chit-chat with Grover. But to Percy (the new kid!) she was beautiful. She was like a mystery he wanted to figure out. And you may be like, ‘Omg but you just met her’, but he this connection… he felt a zing. He couldn’t help but want to be with her, he wanted to stay by her side forever.

“Grover! You have to fill me in on all the details of your trip. It has been ages since we have caught up.” Soleil smiled at Grover, letting go of Clarisse for a brief moment to hug the saytr. “I have missed you my friend, I’m sure Clarisse did too. Say ‘Hi’ Clarisse” Sol smiled at Clarisse, wrapping her arms around her in a hug, to which she mumbled a soft hi.. along with a string of complaints trying to get out of Soliel’s grasp. “We have to get back to work but meet me at dinner and we can catch up before the camp fire” Clarisse, getting fed up with the mere presence of the new kid, finally got control of Sol by picking her up and carrying her back to work. “Bye Grover! Bye Newbie! See you later.”

Percy flushed at the recognition from Soleil, even if it was brief and she didn’t know her name. As Percy and Grover, continued on the tour Percy couldn’t help but grow more intrigued by the girl. “Who was that Grover?” Percy questioned.. trying to solve the mystery of the mysterious girl. Grover could sense Percy’s infatuation with the girl… smiling slyly answered him, “Her name is Soleil Leo, she is Camp Halfblood’s sweet heart.” Grover grinned whenever he mentioned Soleil. “Who is her godly parent?” “She’s undetermined.. try not to bring it up tho… it can be a touchy subject for some people…” Percy felt more connected to her after learning that information… another unclaimed child. Just like him. (who’s gonna tell him)

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Dinner was filled with gossiping and giggling with Grover. It was so fun having a catch-up with him. After dinner, they ended up walking around Camp. They chatted about whatever came to mind. But the one topic that kept coming up was Percy Jackson.

“Who’s his godly parent? I hope it is someone interesting. Maybe it’ll cause some spice to camp” Soleil said not really hoping to cause any drama, but camp got boring sometimes… same old same old things happened. And besides how much more spice did she really need when Clarisse was her best friend. “Clarisse seems to be after him tho.. and if he has too interesting of a parent, that’ll only make her more upset.” “Well, I have a theory.. but I don’t want to jinx it. But do you promise not to tell anyone.” “Grover.. I would never tell anyone” Soleil promised Grover, putting her hand over her heart. “Not even Clarisse” Rats, Grover saw threw her plan. “Well, fine. I promise to tell nobody.”

Soleil was very interested now, Grover was never this serious about anything. SO if Grover thought Percy’s godly parent was someone of this importance.. then she should listen carefully. “I think he might be the Son of Poseidon” Thunder can be heard rumbling in the distance, causing Soleil to look at the sky quizzically. “Oh Grover! Are you sure?" Soleil wanted to believe Grover but this was crazy! A child of the Big Three is strictly prohibited. "We have capture the flag tomorrow... I'm sure we can test that theory then?" Soleil was thinking that maybe someone could spark his powers?

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an: im not thinking about erasing Annabeth, I am just going to start including her slowly… maybe starting in capture the flag? or the quest?

#percy jackson x oc #percy jackson x reader #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #demigods #grover underwood #greek gods #greek mythology #annabeth chase #oc #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse la rue #camp half blood #clarisse pjo

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