The Old And Forgotten Gods (God Of War)

XI

It was not too much longer until a battle between the humans and gods began. Only a year and a half later did Odin call out for his long lost warrior, and goddess of healing. Though he had no clue of where she'd been all these years, his voice still reached her.

She woke, his voice echoing, bouncing around inside her skull, shouting her name and praying for her return. She cupped her hands over her ears, thinking it was a dream and the calls for her would soon forsake. But she soon realized that this was a conscious sound. She finally paused, simply laying her hands by her side as she stared to the ceiling. Her head tilted to the right as she looked to her fast asleep husband, carefully picking herself up and leaving a gentle kiss upon his bald head. She then stood, sliding off the bed and tip-toeing to Atreus who laid curled beneath the blankets. Leaving a kiss for him as well, she headed to a corner of the small home where she picked up the leather chest armor and fur pants and boots. After clothing herself, she looked to her axe and gave a sad smile, then walking past it and taking the bow and quiver she'd made for Kratos all those years ago. And without looking back, she left home for the last time, tucking the bow over her torso with the quiver strapped around her back.

The desperate call for her name in battle grew stronger as she reached the creek. She pushed the boat into the water, jumping inside as it began to float along. She'd paddled her way into the Lake Of Nine, making way to the tree of Yggdrasil. Setting course to Asgard, the building inside the tree began to turn, then, once she faced the doorway to Asgard, the gem glowed and she was teleported back to a place she once called home.
She set foot onto the rainbow bridge and began the long walk to the city that burned in the distance. She squinted her eyes to get a better look, then began to quicken her pace. Now running, she eventually made it into the city. In the distance, pained screams echoed while the raging fires rose high above the shimmering golden buildings. Running past many dead or burnt corpses, Eir made her way to Odin's castle, barging through the doors into his thrown room. She came to a sudden halt as she was faced with her sisters, battle armor ready and heavy weapons in hand. They all turned to her and shock took over their expressions. Everyone ran to Eir, rubbing their hands against her and through her hair to be sure what they saw was real.

"We thought you had died!" one shouted.
"Where have you been all these years?" another questioned.

"Where I was does not matter. All that matters is I am here now." Eir replies. "Odin calls for me—where is he?"
One of the valkyrie leads Eir down a long and dark hallway until reaching the battle room where weapons and armor hung valiantly on the walls. She examined the room, a sense of euphoria overcoming her. But her attention was stolen when she heard the heavy footsteps slowly making way to her. She turned to see that familiar long grey beard. She gritted her teeth, standing straight with a cold look upon her face. Odin smiled awkwardly as he walked to her, very slowly placing one foot in front of the other.

"It has been a long time." he says, glancing to a plate of armor hung beside him. He rubs his finger against it, stopping his pace, not daring to go any closer.

"Indeed." Eir replies. "But I knew you'd call."

Odin laughed nervously. "Yes, I nearly forgot the... special ability of your kind." he folded his hands behind his back and keeping his eyes facing down, slowly but hesitantly making his way closer to Eir. "Anyways, you must know why I called y—"

"I will save you the trouble." Eir interrupted. "Grant me my wings back and I will go to battle for you." and to this, Odin nodded, walking into his chambers where Eir followed.

Meanwhile, Atreus was just waking from his sleep. He wasn't as surprised as he should've been when he glanced to his parents bed, only his father asleep on it. He stumbled, half asleep through the door to take a piss. Once he reached the cold brisk air, relieving himself, he could hear the soft whispers drifting along the sweet breeze speaking of danger. Atreus was now fully awake and fully aware of his surroundings. He quickly made his way back inside and looked again to the bed his father slept peacefully in. Hesitant to wake him, Atreus stood awkwardly by, fiddling his hands, trying to raise his voice loud enough to wake the man. Finally, as he spoke 'father' aloud, Kratos snapped awake, a grunt coming from him as his eyes snapped open. He was skeptical when he didn't feel the usual warmth beside him when he woke. He quickly sat himself up and turned to the empty spot. His eyes scanning the area, he finally noticed the small, frigid boy idly standing before him, his lips just barely pursed open as his eyes frantically looked around. Kratos stared for a moment, but stood up without any word or question. Atreus moved aside as Kratos walked past, snatching the fur pants and leather chest-plate from the table and putting himself inside the warm clothing. As he began for the bow and quiver, he noticed they did not hang in their usual placement. He lowered his head, beginning to question what was really happening. He sighed, finally looking up to his child which still stood before him, just as confused.