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 Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 4:38 pm
(This is a story I've been thinking about in my head for a little while. It's about the Spartan Captain that loked up to Kratos in GOW II, and was struck down trying to seek out the sisters as well. I still need to work on the middle, like how he got to the island at all, but the beginning and end are solid. Hopefully I'll have some ideas by the time I get past the intro, and after Zeus destorys Sparta)
Island of Time- Palace
My name? I have long since forgotten my name. I have no need for such petty titles. There is only one title I take pride in: Spartan. The name that can mean so many things: soldier; warrior. To me, it means courage, bravery, honor. Spartans are trained as children to be warriors, the most brutal of fighters, taught that in battle, there are only two options: Win or die.
Unfortunately for me... I am dying.
The warrior I face has skill in many attributes: speed; stength; ruthlessness; he reminds me of my lord. I should be honored to have my body pierced by this man's blade.
And when I look up into my killer's face, I see my lord staring back at me.
Why? Why would my lord, Kratos, strike a loyal servant down? I have been at his side for as long as I could remember...
The Courage of Sparta
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 4:58 pm
Chapter 1
My childhood is much like any other Spartans. Bred in the military, trained to kill, and to survive. By the time I had become a soldier, I had the idea that I was better than anyone. So when I was denied a position as captain, and forced to serve under a man named Kratos, someone I had never heard of, it is obvious I was not satisfied.
My first mission with him would open my eyes as to why he was destined for greatness. I forget who our enemy was, but it matters not: Their names are erase from the pages of history. I noticed while he announced his strategy to his troops, a mere fifty men, sedning all of us in the thick of battle before recieving news of our enemy.
"Sire," I protested " "is it not wise to learn the weaknesses of our enemy before combat?"
He turned and gazed upon me, as if I were plague ridden "Our enemies are not Spartans" he growled "That is their only weakness"
I scoffed "Surely my captain isn't in that much of a hurry to dirty his hands?"
Before I could even finish my remark, his sword was at my throat.
"I came here expecting to dirty my hands with the blood of the enemy" he sneered "If I cannot satisfy that thirst, I shall have to cope with yours"
Why he spared me that day, I do not know. Perhaps he knew at the time that I had the potential to become an even better fighter, that when my arrogance was dealt with, I would be fit to serve him.
Over the next few years, I would watch my captain decapiate, stab, and smash his enemy, without flinching the slightest. His men never questioned his conquest, myself among them. The only one to speak against his methods were his wife. And perhaps it was because she was his wife, that he was merciful, even more than he was to me.
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Posted: Sat Aug 04, 2007 12:10 pm
Chapter 2
After Kratos's many victories, his army grew from fifty men, to the thousands. He was unlike most generals. Where as most would be content in knowing their squadron could route the enemy, he seemed unwilling to rest until he knew for a fact that their heart could no longer beat. Like an animal, he prowled the battlefield, as if he wanted every drop of blood to be spilled by himself, and only himself.While his combat frightened us, it also inspired us that, as long as Kratos was on our side, were invincible.
The time came when we would march to the Barbarian army in the East. Though they outnumbered us, we remembered how we had always been outnumbered, and always triumphed.
I'm sure the soldier in front of me was thinking the same thing, before an arrow, from the Babarian King himself, was launched, splitting his head into oblivion.
Our army was scattered. In a matter of hours, the army that had struck fear into any enemy of Sparta, that numbered in the thousands, was wittled down to less than the fifty we had started with. I was fortunate enough to slay two, maybe three Barbarians, only by attacking from behind one that was attempting to slay my Spartan brothers.
I gazed up at the top of a hill, that seemed constructed of the bodies of our soldiers. At the top of this mountain was my general, at the feet of the Barbarian King, who began to raise his mighty hammer for the final blow.
"General Kratos!" I rose to my feet, bloody and injured, but knowing that I would gladly give my life to save this man, who must not die, for any hope would surely die with him.
"Ares! Destroy my enemies, and my life is yours!"
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2007 2:32 pm
Those chapters are extremely short, hardly even a paragraph long...
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 11:20 am
sounds pretty cool in my thoughts
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 4:49 pm
Adragorn Gelsius Those chapters are extremely short, hardly even a paragraph long... I don't want to make it extremely long, people start to lose interest.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 5:03 pm
Chapter 3
Ares? The God of War? Did my General Kratos truly sign his life away to the god of all things bloody and chaotic? I had known all my life that as a Spartan, victory was worth any price, even losing one's life. But losing their freedom... isn't that worse?
Despite my thoughts of dissaproval, the sky parted, and gave way to the arrival of what appeared to be a giant man, in Spartan armor, with hair of flames. It appears the God of War had considered Kratos's offer, and only required that he make his offer official, and final.
"My life is yours, Ares. From this day, I shall carry forth your will."
No sooner than those words had those words been spoken, did ever warrior, who was not among the few Spartans left, met their grusome end. Barbarians all around us had their heads obliterated, their backs crushed, bursting into flames, all manners of chaotic deaths... except for their king.
Apparently, Lord Ares had decided to leave the king for Kratos to defeat. Two Harpies decended from the sky, and presented Kratos with two chain blades, which appeared to be burned and seared onto his skin. Even as Kratos screamed in agony, I knew that this was exactly what he wanted. He was recieving all he ever seemed to want out of life, the one thing he never seemed to have enough of... power.
He lifted the two blades above his head, and extending them out on the chains, decapitated the Barbarian King's head before he even had time to react. With not a single barbarian left, our army left the battlefield victorious.
Why is it then, that not one man among our ranks, felt like celebrating that night?
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 1:52 pm
Chapter 4
The tales of the ten years that followed the victory over the Barbarians would not be told in praise, or glory. After General Kratos made his life pact to Ares, our lives were bound to servitude to the God of War's name, crushing any of those who did not worship him.
The combat we faced was never challenging enough to recieve the honor of "battle" for our opponents were more often women, children, farmers, people hardly capable of defending themselves. Such unglorified violence could only be classified as one thing: slaughter.
One night, our army came across a village that worshipped the goddess Athena. Without a moments hesitation, Kratos made plans to destory the village.
"they built this temple to offer prayers to Athena!" he exclaimed with fury, most likely borrowed from his new master "This entire village stands as an affront to Lord Ares!" he turned on the spot, and hurled a blazing torch near a small shack, catching it aflame "Burn this village! Burn it to the ground!" I hesitantly lifted my arm up, hoping to convince the other soldiers that we were still warriors, and could be proud of what we were doing, but I failed to convince even myself of that.
The skirmish hardly lasted an hour. Most of the spartans would strike down one woman, or elder man at a time. the only real resistance I could recognize was a farmer who raised his pitchfork, showing that he would not fall silently. My Spartan brothers quicky overwhelmed him, and put an end to his life. I felt ashamed that we had lost so much faith in our own strength, that we were unable to take on a single worthy warrior by ourselves.
General Kratos did not take place in the battle. His interests lay within the village temple. Despite the oracle's warnings not to enter, Kratos was never one to follow the advice of others. He was determined to face any danger himself.
The horror he faced inside was something that I take comfort knowing that I only heard tales of what happened, and did not have to bear witness to it myself.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2007 3:06 pm
Chapter 5
for ten years, general Kratos served the Gods of olympus. We offered to travel with him, if not to combat with him, then merely to provide morale support. He spoke no word, but utterly clear, that this was a journey he had to take... alone.
On the tenth year, our neighbor Athens fell under a great siege by Lord Ares. While many men fought to protect the city of Athena, my own men did not have the heart. It seemed that after our leader had left us, he taken with us any will we had to fight. I merely watched from the cliffs of Sparta. Ares was so large, that I could easily make out his shape from where I was standing.
The battle for Athens was decided almost as quickly as our battle with the Barbarians. Before the final blow was cast, Ares Harpy slaves presented him with a large, and mystical box. With great joy, Ares snatched the box, and held it up to the sky.
"Zeus!" he bellowed "Do you see now what your son can do!? You cast your favor on Athena, but her city lies in ruins! And now, even Pandora's box is mine. Would you have me use it against Olympus itself!?"
Pandora's box!? I did was not aware that the box even existed. I had heard tales that Pathos Verdes III had been commanded to build a temple to guard the box, for the box itself contained power as much as a God, and was inted for only the mightiest of mortals. In Ares possession, it would spell doom for all of creation.
I did not hear what Ares murmured as he turned his back. Something concerning the Underworld. He turned back to the sky, and scoffed "Is this the best you can do, father!? You send a broken mortal to defeat me!? THE GOD OF WAR!?"
The instant those words were spoken, a lightning bolt struck the chains that Ares was holding the box by, letting it fall to the ground. Ares was so infatuated of himself, that he did not notice it plummet to the ground below him.
A blinding light ushered from beneath him, and a figure grew to match Ares size. As I gazed upon this figure, the courage of Sparta flooded my heart, and I suddenly felt as if I could take Ares entire army. I sprinted down the cliffs as fast as I could, and returned to my Spartan brothers, almost ready to reside to their beds for the day.
"Kratos has returned to us!"
No sooner had I spoken those words, that every man within earshot immediately sprang, and followed me without even making sure that I had not conjured a delusion. By the time we had reached the top of the cliffs, the colossal battle had already commenced. Kratos still had his Blades of Chaos, permanately chained to his wrist, but it seemed that he had learned some new tricks as well. Kratos attacked Ares with the rage of Poseidon, the fury of Zeus, and the army of Hades. It was as if all of Olympus was attacking Ares through Kratos. Then men behind me let out a roar of support, a sound I had not heard in so many years. But I knew that if Kratos were to lose this battle, I would never hear it again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 4:09 pm
Chapter 6
The battle between these two combatants, my General Kratos, and the God of War, Ares, lasted only a few minutes, but I had not seen such fighting in decades of warfare. I consider it a miracle that the Earth did not split down the middle as their battle commenced.
Kratos took an advantage of an opening, and climbed onto Ares, grabbing his monstrous protrusions, and running them through his own stomach. Of course, Ares would not be defeated so easily, but Kratos had proved a point: With his new power, he could not be defeated.
Enraged, Ares opened a portal, pulling Kratos into his hands. He seemed to enter a trance, as Ares taunted him "I have taught you many ways to kill a mortal, Kratos. Flesh that burns, bones that break. But... to break a man's spirit is to truly destroy him!"
What visions Kratos saw, we would only know that they were far from pleasant. While he was still hypnotized, Ares gripped the Blades of Chaos, and savagely ripped them from his wrists, while also draining whatever magic he had left in him. "You should have joined me Kratos... you should have been stronger!"
As Ares raised his mighty sword to cut down Kratos, I cried out "Kratos! Remember who you are! You are a Spartan!" I raised my shield above me "and Spartans, DO NOT SURRENDER!"
The soldiers behind me cried out, in support, demanding that their leader rise, and defeat his enemy.
Kratos jumped out of the way just before the sword could touch him. He made his way to the enormous statue of Athena, holding the sword serving as a bridge to the cliffs. Pulling the blade away from Athena, he mounted it upon his shoulders, and boasted "I still have allies in Olympus, Ares. Now, you will see how strong I am!"
This battle did not last long. Though he had no magic, his resolve could not have been stronger. He parried every attack that Ares sent to him, rushing back with a storm of his own attacks.
Ares stumbled backwards, wounded. He desperately tried to reach his opponet "Remember, Kratos... it was I who saved you in your time of greatest need."
Kratos snuffed back "I haven't forgotten, Ares. I remember how you saved me!"
"That night... I was trying to make you a great warrior!"
"...You succeeded."
With nothing more to say, Kratos ran the blade through Ares heart. The God of War gave out a final cry of agony, before finally falling back into the Agean Sea. A massive explosion rang out, knocking the soldiers behind me off their feet, as Ares soul left his body.
Victorius, Kratos ran the blade through the ocean, marking the location of his greatest victory. I lost sight of him, as Pandora's magic left him, and he regained his mortal size. He had saved Athens. But knowing Kratos, that was not the true reason he had faced these trials.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:19 pm
Chapter 7
From the moment I witnessed Kratos defeat Ares, the now fallen God of War, I suspected that it would not be the last we would see of him. And he did return to us one day, but far from the condition I imagined him to be in.
Only one day had passed since Ares defeat. While surveying the Spartan cliffs, the sky split apart, almost in the same fashion of the day that Kratos signed his life away. Fear filled me at once, for I was certain that Ares had somehow survived, or returned from the dead. Nay, it was Kratos, but now in the form of a God!
"Spartans!" he bellowed, in his familiar angered voice "I am your NEW God of War!" He reduced his size to match ours, and surveyed our ranks "I assume that my Spartan army has been lost without me, unable to make decisions by itself. Pitiful! Spartans should know exactly where the next combat mission lies, with or without their former leader! This action will not be forgiven twice! From this day forward..." he unsheathed his new blades from his back, and held them above his head "We shall show Athens, Greece, and one day, the entire world the glory of Sparta!"
Our entire city let loose an earthshaking battle cry. The soldiers, the women, and the children: All accepted him as their new God of War.
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 3:04 pm
(Well, I haven't made any new chapters, obviously. Does anyone really care if I stop writing? I mean, I might as well stop, if nobody is even reading it.)
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 6:45 pm
this is good.
dont stop writing it.
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