Y/N and her two sons live a quieter life after the death of her husband, guiding her children to worry of much needed training and getting along despite their differences. Until the day comes where she figured out her sons have been going behind her...
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The knife cut against thin wooden pieces, slicing away at the ends every few times, but only after it's been dipped into a fire to keep warm. Her mind couldn't help but wonder back towards the past, one where her husband had still been alive. The four of them had been fairly happy, nothing close to perfect, but one where two parents could look over their children expecting.
It's hard doing this alone, especially with such a time in the world of the 9 realms.
Scarred brows knitting together in thought of how things could have been different, leaving a cursed woman alone with a stubborn boy with wings and another who seemed too curious for his own good would come to have their hardships, but they get by as best they can.
Kratos.. I hope you're at peace, love..
The sound of crunching snow under multiple footsteps are heard, only pausing when they grow closer.
"Hey mother, we're back."
Y/N shifts her body to look over her shoulder before completing turning to the side to gaze upon the two young teens, watching as the younger one by a year places the dead deer on the floor of the cave.
"Hungry?"
The woman smiles in reply, going about to shift the things in her hands, offering the arrows to the ginger.
"Welcome back, boys.. So, who caught it this time?"
Atreus goes to grab the arrows.
"Both of us. We caught it together."
"Really?"
The surprise in her voice caused the darker haired male to shake his head, arms folding.
"Mother, is it so hard to believe we can work together?"
A short and sweet laugh leaves her two toned lips, looking to stare into the fire, her blade still in her main hand.
"It is.. The both of you always like to one-up each other, I'm surprised you didn't make hunting a sort of competition this time."
Atreus goes to stand near the darker woman, waiting patiently with a genuine smile gracing youthful features.
"I know what you mean, but it was all morpheus's idea. Guess he realized not everything is a contest."
The causes the older brother to slightly glide over, his wings helping with his speed, and he grabs his brother's ear to tug on it. The two squabble for a few moments, the mother simple watches with a relaxed expression. They slightly pushed and shoved at each other, the victor ultimately being the older brother putting the younger one in a headlock.
"Alright-alright. You two stop it before someone gets hurt."
She pushes herself from the stoney and cold seat, putting the dagger away while she looks over at them. They eventually separate when they noticed her signature look after a second too long of not stopping.
