No three year old could survive that fall! Let alone with all the monsters everywhere and the Desians! This might be his wife or sister, not Kratos' beloved who changed into a monster by a mad scientist. The man forced himself to take a step back, clenching his fist so tightly his palms threatened to bleed. He never did get a chance to give her a proper burial. His heart hurt so much from the memory, the wound still fresh despite the years between. If only there was another way to end that night so many years ago. The woman he wanted more than anything to bring back and make happy once again. In his head he could hear her laugh, smell her hair, and even see her beautiful face. The words weren't that old, little over a decade if he knew right. Shaking slightly, Kratos brushed his fingertips against the name carved into the stone. His heart stopped for a second time that day as his feet unbiddingly took him towards it. Curious, he came a little closer and spotted a name he hadn't dared to speak again since that day. Wandering into the side yard, he spotted something he did not expect. Far too many Chosen were teenagers, and it was very annoying when they made a big deal about every silly, unimportant detail. Teenaged drama as about to ensue and he really did not want to be caught up in that again. Kratos rolled his eyes and stepped away to give them their privacy. The girl fell back into the dirt in surprise gaping up at the equally surprised boy. It was just when the Chosen was about to knock on the door that the boy in question flung it open to storm off. So close and –Ī shout pulled him from his dreary thoughts. Where was this place fourteen years ago when he needed a key-crest for Anna? That cliff was only an hour’s walk away. He smothered a flicker of anger at the sight. The dwarf Dirk's house was relatively new to the area, but many things were new to the area according to him. He could humor her without too much trouble. This one was rather level headed and not near as loud. At least she wasn't going on and on about how handsome he was or tried to flirt with Kratos like the last one did. Playing bodyguard to a lovesick girl who knew it could never be was a tad annoying, but tolerable. This Chosen was really attached to this Lloyd boy. Every child deserved some happiness in their life. It meant more work for him, but this sacrifice to Mithos and Martel should have a few good things before she dies. Obeying his own council, Kratos finished listening to children insisting on coming along and humored this Chosen. Focus on getting the Chosen through this.' Don't make connections that aren't there. The possibility of another boy with brown hair being around the same age as his son would be, and having the same name, wasn't that unlikely. As long as you can pay me, I'll accept the job of protecting the Chosen."īusiness as usual. They looked a little alike and they would be about the same age, but no mere human could survive that fall, let alone a three year old child. He looked over the teen for a moment, more than a little surprised by his attitude. You should state your own name before asking or someone else's." The boy in question turned a glare onto him, answering with quite the attitude despite being saved by the man just moments ago. Here he thought he could move on, but all it took was a name and his heart would stop. name is Lloyd?" The name struck him, even after all these years.
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