The Old And Forgotten Gods (God Of War)

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While waiting for the end of her story, Eir rested in her home in Jotunheim for many years until finally the carvings were finished. She kept a log of what was to come, of her son and husband she had not birthed or wed yet. Many arguments took place between Eir and the giants, saying that she did not wish to live this fate where ultimately she was to die, but the giants reminded her that it was not their decision, but only what was to be. In anger, she still accepted her fate and travelled to Midgard, venturing deep into the snowy thicket and finding open land to build a home, hoping to hide from the gods.

There, she built a small cabin, occasionally journeying through the brush to find healing herbs and hunt for food with her axe. And in this cabin she stayed for many more years, awaiting the man who was said to arrive. But for now, she settled.

Time to time, a human was bound to visit her home. How they knew her location, Eir did not know, but they had travelled far and wide to reach her, so the least she could do was answer their prayers.

Still, even so, it was lonely. She couldn't make any friends other than the two dwarfs who forged her axe who she'd see occasionally, and she grew bored. She remembered of times when she would go to battle for Odin, when she was a Valkyrie. Her days of not only killing, but healing alongside her sisters gloomed over her and she wished to go back to those mirthful times.

Many sighs passed through her lips for the upcoming years, until finally, a terrible storm grew over Midgard. Eir pushed her way out of the door and looked up to the sky where a small portal formed across the land. While keeping her eyes locked on the distance, and with the cold roaring winds violently blew against her, she held up her hand and called to her the axe, which flew from its placement and into her hand. She sheathed the axe into the holster around her waist and began her journey towards the untamed tear in the realm, hovering above a large hill.

Along a day long trip, maneuvering through the woods and crumbled stone buildings, she managed to reach the top of the hill where crash landed a white-stained man with a long red tattoo along his side, and single patch of hair below his bottom lip upon his chin. He was badly scarred from the fall and presumably a fight that took place before his arrival. He laid unconscious below the cold snow that began to pile atop of him. She ran to him, through the thick winds of snow, holding her arm to block the biting cold from her face, she reached down to the man and brushed the snow off of him and watched as he slowly lifted his head, looking up to her as her long red hair flowed in the strong gusts. She held her arm down to him.

"Kratos," she spoke "come with me, take my hand!" she had to yell over the loud gale.

To no hesitation, Kratos grabbed her arm and she pulled him to his feet, wrapping his arm over her shoulder and helping him to walk, which they did for miles until finally coming to a cave where they sought shelter inside and started a fire. Eir watched as Kratos collapsed onto the hard stone floor next to the fire and shivered. Sitting politely on a jagged rock, she reached into her bag tied to her waist and pulled out raw meat, setting it over the fire and letting it cook. Then, she took out a small copper cup and walked outside where she grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it inside the cup, then holding it over the fire as the ice melted to water.

Once the meat was cooked, Eir kneeled beside Kratos, gently rubbing her hands back and forth over his arms, the friction causing heat, and once he finally sat up, she handed him the meat and water which he violently bit into and gulped down as if he were utterly famished. She smiled and backed away to the rock she sat upon, watching him from across the fire. As he pulled the copper cup from his lips, Eir took notice of the mean frown upon his face, and the scar over his eye.

"You are a warrior." She finally speaks to him. Kratos looks from her down to the meat held in his abnormally large hand, and grunted a 'yes'. She smiled. "A god." She said with surprise from Kratos.

"How do you—"

"Eat." she interrupted, avoiding the question. "Then, rest. Once you wake, I will take you to my home."

Kratos stared at her for a moment, but obliged, sinking his teeth into the red meat and ripping a piece off.