To Be A God (God of War Story)

Part XII: Scents of the Wild

"A Spartan Never Lets His Back Hit The Ground!"

-Kratos, God of War 3

My eyes widened as the smell made my blood boil. Damon regained his composition and stayed by my side. "We're getting food for this place. It's a perfect place for shelter, at least for a bit. But his presence threatens that. Let's go Damon," I said aloud, rubbing his head.

"Goddess!"

I turned back and saw Helga racing up to me as I tilted my head. "Hm?"

"Before your hunt, I wanted to give you something, it's not much but it is important to me."

I smiled softly. "Ill accept whatever you would love to give me," I said, kneeling down in front of her. Helga's eyes were a bright shade of blue, and her hair was blond and braided.

She took her hands from behind her back and showed me a small collection of beads, bracelet like thing on string, flowers, and some shells. "I'll put this in your hair when you return, if that is your will, Vanir," she said excitedly. I smiled softly.

"Thank you," I said, rubbing her head, "when I return, I'll let you do my hair. If any other girls want to help you, I will allow it. By the way, what is a Vanir?"

Helga's eyes widened. "I forgot you aren't from here...The Vanir are warlike but kind, they protect the realms and guide the dead to Valhalla. They are winged, strong, brave and very very beautiful. We had almost began to mistaken you for one. What goddess are you? Vanir or Aesir?"

"Neither. I'm soon going to be a goddess in a place called Greece. It's far from here. I'll be back soon, Helga. Be brave and courteous to those around you," I said as Damon began to follow me, after he licked Helga's face, making her giggle a bit.

After a while, we began to follow the scent that tugged at Damon's noise. It looked faintly similar to the one of Kratos we saw earlier. I looked around and took out my daggers, forming a bow. Holding the bow in my other hand, I pulled an arrow from my quiver and had it ready to pierce any animal I was after.

Damon perked his ears up as we both heard a rustle of leaves as we ventured deeper into the forest. That red mist got darker but my eyes widened as I realized it was more of an orange than a blood red. Regardless of the smell, it was still able to send Damon into the frenzy that Kratos' scent could. Following the red-orange mist, it led us to a river, which looked eerily similar to the one I once began my adventure on. I looked across the river and a large male elk was drinking from the river, with no worries. I took in a deep breath and began to step slowly.

I eyed Damon and he crept as quietly as me.
"That lone elk isn't going to happily feed everyone. I'll get two then," I told Damon softly as I aimed my arrow at the elk. My eyes widened as the red scent thickened. I pulled the arrow back and watched as it pierced the lung of the elk. Damon edged up a bit and I held him back as the elk fell over. I stared hard. The feathers on my arrows are all gold. There was another arrow, that pierced the opposite side, in it's leg, that was a bright red.

Quickly looking around, I watched as a young boy slowly crept towards the elk. The red-orange aura was connected to him and Damon tilted his head.

"Stay," I said, softly, having my hand in front of me.

I looked around and watched as the child poked it, making sure it was dead. His chest and legs were covered in fur and he was holding his bow tightly as he pulled the arrow out of the elk and placed it back in his quiver. He looked a bit pale and was seemingly frail. No more than twelve years old at the max.

"Father thinks I'm not ready! That I can't handle myself. I just took down an elk alone," he yelled out. He seemed a bit upset as he checked out the elk. I watched as he struggled to push the elk over.