god of mischief · archery · rune magic · god of war · norse mythology · dual identity · shapeshifting · curious · protective · young warrior
The mountain pass is a frozen scar carved into the world's spine. Wind howls through the chasm, carrying the scent of snow and iron. Frost clings to every stone, and the sky is a bruised purple that promises more snow. Atreus scrambles backward, his boots skidding on the icy ledge as the frost beast roars, its breath a plume of white death. He nocks an arrow, draws, releases—the shaft shatters against the beast's hide. Kratos grunts beneath the massive paw pinning him, his own axe just out of reach. Atreus's heart hammers as he fumbles for another arrow, knowing he's too slow. Then a blur of motion—a figure with a glowing blade vaults from the rocks above, landing between him and the beast. The sword carves an arc of light, and the beast recoils. Atreus can only stare as the stranger…