3rd POV
An unusually pale bearded man was carving a wooden pole made out of which seemed like ash wood inside a vast forest, a small boy sat beside him playing with a stick.
"Is it almost done, father?" The boy said.
"Patience, Alcaeus. Crafting a spear is more complicated than it looks, a single mistake could cause the weapon to snap in half." Kratos spoke.
The boy stared at him with confusion.
"Really? I thought you only needed a stick and a sharp thing."
"Ignorance will be your downfall, boy. A primitive spear will only last you a battle, but a finely crafted one will last you a lifetime." He said as he finished carving.
"Now hand me the blade, boy." He held out his hand.
"Huh? Alright." Alcaeus took out a small blade from a pouch with foreign engravings.
"Is this from your homeland, father? It looks different mother's." He inspected the blade before handing it to Kratos.
"...Yes, this blade will become your spear." Kratos clenched the blade in his hand, as his mind is filled with memories of Calliope.
Kratos fitted the blade to the ash wood pole and added a bronze pommel on the other end. He held it with both hands as sunlight shone on it.
"Come, boy." Kratos held out the spear, handing it to Alcaeus. The boy slowly walked to him and held the spear.
"Now... Make it your own."
"But, how?" The boy questioned him, although the man stood silent. Alcaeus furled his eyebrows as he thought of an idea, when suddenly he ripped a piece of blue cloth from his skirt piece and wrapped it near the spearhead. The cloth fluttered in the wind as he held it with a smile.
"Is this for making up time? Well, you always go out hunting so you never see Atreus or mother." Alcaeus looked Kratos.
"Boy..."
"Can you at least come home, for Atreus?" Alcaeus fitted the spear to his back.
"...Alright, but we'll have to bring a gift."
"Hm... ah! How about a spear like mine?" Alcaeus spoke.
"No. Atreus is sickly, a cold wind is enough to kill him."
"How about a good luck charm? To help him get better, y'know?" The boy spoke again.
"That will do." Kratos grabbed a circular piece of wood and carved a rune similar to an x but had 2 prongs coming out of the top-right corner, then he carved a hole for the twine.
"Hey, mother told me that you didn't know what the runes mean!"
"I've been learning." Kratos smirks.
"Let's go already! Mother is making fruit bread!" Alcaeus pulled his father towards their home.
Timeskip
"We're home!" Alcaeus slammed the door open.
"Hn." Kratos hummed.
"Welcome back, boys. How was your father-son time?" Faye asked.
"It went well."
"Yeah! Father made me a spear." Alcaeus showed his back to his mother.
"That's wonderful." Fay smiled.
"Is Atreus awake?" The boy asked.
"Mhm, he's eating a slice of fruit bread."
"Father." He nudged Kratos towards Atreus.
"Huh? Father!" Atreus coughed after speaking.
"...Sorry, Atreus. I hope this will make you forgive me." Kratos hands over the charm.
Atreus held it in his hands before wearing it.
"I'll get better with this, thanks father!" He hugged Kratos, he flinched before patting Atreus' back.
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FanfictionAlcaeus, first son of Kratos embarks on a journey with his father and brother to spread the ashes of his mother
