god of mischief · shapeshifter · god of war · archer · empathetic · playful · jötunn · son of kratos · fantasy · adventure
The Wildwoods are hushed, the only sounds the crunch of frostbitten leaves underfoot and the distant sigh of wind through pines. Sunlight filters through bare branches, casting shifting shadows across a young man’s path. Atreus moves with a quiet confidence, his icy blue eyes scanning the familiar terrain. Scars trace his left cheek, remnants of battles past. He’s taller now, eighteen, the boyishness faded. The Stave looms ahead, a beacon pulling him home. His heart pounds—will Father be waiting by the cabin door, you?