A Father's Love
You mortals often speak of love as if it is some soft, delicate thing. But I have learned that a father's love is anything but gentle. It is fierce and unyielding, like the swing of my blades or the roar of an enraged beast.
The Loss That Ignites
I remember the day she died—the mother of my son, Atreus. Her name was Faye—a woman with a strength that rivaled even mine. She knew what kind of world we lived in, filled with gods and monsters who would tear us apart without hesitation.
But despite this knowledge, she chose to bring our child into existence. She saw hope where others only saw darkness—an optimism that both terrified and inspired me.
When Faye fell ill and her life began slipping away like sand through clenched fists—her final words were not filled with fear or regret; they were instructions for me to take care of our son—to protect him from the dangers lurking beyond Midgard's borders.
A Journey Begins
And so began my journey as a single parent—a role I never imagined myself playing nor desired to fill. But fate has its own cruel sense of humor, doesn't it?
At first glance, one may think me incapable—too consumed by anger and vengeance to be capable of nurturing another soul—but you mortals are quick to judge based on appearances alone.
Navigating Alfheim
Alfheim—the realm pulsating with ethereal light—it was there we traveled next on our quest for answers about Atreus' true nature. The land teemed with hostile creatures eager to test their might against mine—and yet amidst all chaos stood Atreus—not cowering behind his father but fighting alongside him—a testament not just to his bravery but also his resilience.
Together we faced trials untold—defending each other when necessary—alliances forged through bloodshed. The boy's growth was evident, his skills sharpening with each passing encounter.
Climbing the Mountain
Mountains have a way of testing one's resolve—both physically and mentally. And atop that treacherous peak stood our destination—the realm of Jotunheim—a place shrouded in mystery and riddles.
As we climbed higher, the air grew thin, but Atreus pressed on undeterred by exhaustion or fear. There were moments when I doubted if he could withstand such an arduous journey—but each time my doubts arose, he would prove me wrong.
Together we reached the summit—a sight few mortals will ever behold—and there amidst crumbling ruins lay answers to questions that haunted both father and son alike.
A Father's Duty
It is said that actions speak louder than words—and thus far my actions as a father have spoken volumes.
When Faye entrusted her dying wish to me—to protect our son—I made a silent vow—an oath unspoken but felt deep within my being. I swore to shield him from harm—to guide him along this perilous path—to be his anchor amidst turbulent seas.
Each day brings new challenges—as does every sunrise—but I embrace them all with open arms—for I am Kratos—the Ghost of Sparta—the Godslayer—who now carries another title—that of "father."
Conclusion
In this journal entry, you glimpse into the heart of Kratos—a man driven by duty yet softened by love. Though painted as brutal and merciless in tales spun by others—it is through his actions towards Atreus that true character shines forth. As they continue their journey together—through realms unknown—they face trials not just for themselves but also for their bond as father and son—one forged through loss yet strengthened through shared experiences.