E Q U E S T R I A N . Q U E S T S

E P I S O D E . I I I

THE CYCLE ENDS HERE, ONCE AND FOR ALL

P A R T . T W O

Narrated by Mimir

Aye, lads, although it was the most horrifying image she had ever seen before her sparkling blue eyes: the Storm Guard lying on the ground face-first with an axe stuck on his head, havin' been killed by somebody she did not expect.

However lads, Nothing could attract the attention of the yellow Pegasus, her very fragile being shaking at the very tip of her spine, all out of fear, and curiosity...to what she saw as the figure with the white skin, and the red markings, as well as the beard. Aye, what I'm referring to you lads is our good ol' Spartan brother.

The Ghost of Sparta.

"W-who-, who, a-are, you?" Spoke the yellow lass for the first time in front of Brother. Although he heard her speak, right on bloody cue. Still, son of a bitch wouldn't give a damn about what she was trying to communicate. Aye, he still continued to give the creature a very intimidating stare, a stare so fierce, cold, and steady, that it nearly shattered the consciousness out of the little lassie.

Then, for the first time in what she felt like forever, she felt more...

Safe... and at the same time,

more terrified...

Brother staring coldly at her. Then, for the first of what she experienced with our Spartan brother, she heard him speak his first words..right in front of her.

"Boy." Brother called, then out of the dust, his son, young Atreus came out to meet with him.

Standing beside him, he said, "I'm here, Father, Wha-", lookin' his eye around to the front, what he saw in front a' him, not only "Whoa.", gave him little bit of surprise. It also quite gave the lad the feelin' of symphathizin' for the poor, poor, creature, "It's one of those horses, but, look at it, Father, it's a good thing we saved it, from that guard, if we didn't, you could've known what happened to it."

That creature can talk? And that small one, he did too, I-is that his child, maybe, but I don't know how I'm gonna do this...but, I should, I should, I should-, the yellow lassie thought herself, not very sure of what to do now that she stood in front of our Spartan brother and his little son.

Not sure what to say, aye, but had enough guts to say a word to at least communicate, and get herself and Brother closer better. "E-e-e-excuse, m-me, Mister, c-can you tell me who you are, y-you saved my life from that c-creature, so, c-can you tell me, please?" She was expecting either a polite-soundin' introduction or a reason why Brother saved her life. But, all she got, are words, t'was a little harsh, but fairly didn't terrify the bloody lights outta the lass.

"My indentity is not of your concern, horse, now leave us be." Brother turned below to his son, "Let us go." He told him, as he started to walk off, away from her.

This terrified the yellow Pegasus a tad little, but had enough courage to still remain on the spot, not movin' a single muscle, to make any sudden bloody movements.

Then, when our brothers are about to leave, little Atreus approached the yellow lass and started to talk with her, communicating with each other as foreign beings, her gasping a little as she was now face-to-face with our little brother...a foreign creature...just in front of her face...for the very first time.

"So you CAN talk, just as we thought, well, we saw your city, so, did you horses built it? I mean, we saw more of you here, so, did they built it?" Lad asked her, the Pegasus a little nervous, but with enough guts to reply her back.

"Uh, E-excuse me, mister, but we-we're not horses actually, we're ponies, and y-yes, the ponies built the city of Canterlot, but y-you, I've never seen such a creature like yourself. You-you've seen me and everypony being attacked? B-but, why?" She asked, with nervousness comin' out of her body.

But the lad, finding the urge to help the little lassie, finds it in mind to maybe help the yellow Pegasus in solving this bloody crisis:

"Oh, that guy." Pointing his palm at what remained of that Storm Guard Brother just took down with his axe for the yellow mare to see, the lass covering her mouth in pure shock, being the timid type she was, "We saw everything, he was infected with Hel energy, we thought you guys are gonna lose. So we..sprung into action, no need to thank us though, especially Father."

This tad shocked the heart outta the yellow mare, her eyes as wide open as a Nightmare being struck by a bloody arrow. Confirming all the thoughts in her bloody mind, that the little one is INDEED, the large one's son, then came the thought:

So it is true, the one beside the big white, um...what is he anyway? That was his son, he was quite, nice. I don't know what I'm gonna do, but, I think I should know more about him

"Boy." Suddenly called out our brother, getting the attention of his son whom he was callin'. Approaching his son, while startling the young Pegasus a tad bit, "Leave her be, focus on what we are doing and do not distract yourself." He turned around, and left off, waiting for his son to come with him. Man, that Brother, he always does not care about...pretty much anything, whatever his goals were his one and only concern. Aye, that son of a bitch...

"Bollucks, Brother, respectfully, we should consider goin' back and mend her melancholy, just look at that sweet pitiful look, the poor thing has lost herself. After all, you saved her life from that big bloater."

"Quiet, Head."

"I'll be right there." Turnin' to the Pegasus, "Sorry, I better get going now, Father can't wait for me forever, but, if you'd like, you should come with us. That'll be good, if you wanna know much 'bout us." He said, causing the nervous little lass to grow a bit interested, her eyes as wide as well, sorry for repeating...a Nightmare.

"C-come with you? A-are you sure? I mean, I've been quite good with strangers here b-but, I've never seen or know what kinds of creatures you are..o-or if you're from these parts, I don't know, I-" She was interrupted when at this moment Brother started to call his son one more time.

"Boy!" He called, slightly intimidating the fragile little mare.

"Yes, Sir." The boy called out, but before he could go to his father, he turned to the yellow Pegasus. "I'll see you later then, if you want feel free to tag along, 'kay." He then left off for his father, the great fight waiting for them afar.

Meanwhile, The sweet little lass couldn't help it..but getting this kind of feeling, a feeling that proves warm to her heart, what little Atreus was treating him was quite the opposite of what his father percieved her. What this feeling she got from the lad, is a little taint of...

Kindness...

Aye, my friends, kindness...

Feeling relieved...However, the moment when she was about to be overjoyed, the yellow mare promptly lowered her ears down...tears flowing down her eyes that sparkle as bright as the light of the Bïfrost itself...feeling every single bit of regret as she lamented about her apparent weakness..and,....the inability to defend herself when the enemy she's tryin' to tame would turn against her will, at this very sorrowful moment...she thought:

I..wasn't strong enough...I can't even protect myself when those who won't turn good turns against me...I-I

She fell down into utter and complete...despair, the amount of tears aggravating more and more in her eyes as she continued to cry out her sadness...the thought that she thinks of herself...as pathetic and worthess...pitiful, aye lads...

But wait...

What's this...

Lads, take a closer look...what you've seen now, is waht is contrary to what ya think is going to happen next..oh, this had better be good.

The yellow mare slowly, but steadily...lifted her head up, the pink mane that flowed very down covering her surrowed face had slowly slid from her face...and the look on her sweet, fragile face...very ditfferent from what we've seen earlier...judging by the look on her eyes, narrowed...deeply narrowed..as narrow, as the bravest Valkyrie that you've seen in your lifetime, aye, a very..brave, Valkyrie. What we now see in her face, is not of fear...but of rather...

Determination...

Aye, pure, unbreakable determination...

"No..I won't..I maybe shy..timid..and easily scared..but..but..I...will, I will never give up. My friends need me...I'm not about to give up hope right now, there's still hope, still hope for my friends. That's why I must keep going, to fight what we feel is right, to fight...for the sake of..Friendship...Friendship may have failed me, or them..but I won't fail Friendship, that's why...I must..keep going!" The once-fear stricken Pegasus was suddenly fueled with a huge amount of hope and determination in her heart, as she began to stand up on all of her legs, her face now as bold...and as tough as a Valkyrie, now filled with a new sense of confidence within her, eager and swore in her that she will never falter again, she will face the dangers ahead of her...and she will never fail her friends...now that is what I call some determination, aye lads.

The yellow pegasus, now filled with utmost determination, galloped off in an effort to find the two people that saved her very fragile life: the Ghost of Sparta and his son, so that she, along with them, will face the great danger that's about to befall upon them.

Meanwhile...

"This is it, darlings! It's been nice meeting you, you were also very kind Capper."
The white Unicorn with the swirly mane exclaimed as she and the cat creature who wore a jacket are about to face their ultimate fate, stickin' their bloody backs to each other as they are surrounded by the huge swarms of Seiðr-empowered Storm Guards while the pink mare "Same goes for you too, My dear.", behind the two, pulled out a piece of paper and a quill from who knows where and began to write her Will. The rainbow-maned blue Pegasus still remained unconscious after the swattin' she took from that other Storm Guard. The orange mare, also the same, after facing such a devestating blow from the same one.

While the white parrot and her crew, also about to be facin' the same fate, holdin' their hands together in a circle as they too,..were swarmed around by those same empowered Storm Guards and some Storm Guard Hel-Walkers, it all seemed like,

The End...for all of them...

"It's been an honor fightin' with you, Captain Calaeno." The green muscular parrot told his parrot captain, who appeared to go by the name of...Calaeno, am I right? U-u-hum anyways:

"It's been fun hangin' with ya, Captain, it's been an aventure....and probably our last..." The pink parrot said before he closed his eyes, ready for what's comin' upon him and his mates.

"Yeah. We fought hard, but wasn't enough, looks like,..this is it, my crewmates." The one named Calaeno said before closin' her eyes as well...ready to let them: their fate...take her and her crewmates' lives...

Or did it?

Maybe...

That was...

Until...

(shwing)

WHOK WHOK WHOK WHOK WHOK

THSSSLK!!
THSLK THSLK THSLK THSLK THSLK THSLK THSLK
TSSHELLLK!!! (Blood splattering)

Still closin' her lashy eyes, just as she was about to be finished off by the Storm Guards...

Nothing...

Nothing's happenin' to the lass at all...

The parrot creature named Calaeno...she opened her eyes slightly, but still waiting for the moment that she's about to meet her maker, she opened them more so that she could see what's goin' on. The moment she opened her eyes...wide and fully, they went more wide, as wide as the eyes of her pony friends, as what she saw definitely confused the livin' shit outta her lads. Totally...

The Storm Guard that was about to finish her off just stopped what he was supposed to do, confusing the parrot captain even more. After a few moments of standin' still like an ol' statue of Thor...he started to go down...that's right lads, he collapsed, collapsed like a tall pillar of a temple, but the moment as did so:

Thhhshlk. (Flesh sounds)

His head...

It fell off...

Yikes, hsssss, tch tch tch...

It defenitely but slightly frightened the livin' sun outta parrot captain at the sight of this...gruesome display of death. Her face...filled with nothin' but fear, and confusion...eyes wide...jaw or should I say...beak...dropped hard, like a heavy hammer much like Mjölnir...for what she now saw in front...is completely terrifying, absolutely terrifying to every corner of her bone and flesh...as what she saw wasn't anythin' she always saw in her life as a "swashbuckin' captain" uh-hum excuse me. All of the guards that surrounded her...they all collapsed, in a wee similar fashion to the first one. And like him...their heads...

They also slid off and fell...

The level of such violence...

Is beyond comprehension...

Very, very, gruesome...

The other parrot crewmates didn't know what was happenin' all of a sudden, so they opened their eyes as well and much like their captain, they all froze in complete and utter shock of what they just have witnessed before their very eyes. Every last Storm Guard that was supposed to execute them were all but cold, stone-hard, headless corpses...decapitated...by somebody, but the question is...Who? Who is the one responsible for commiting such a terribly barbaric deed? That is when the green one which I believe his name must be...umm...Mullet, am I pronouncin' it right, a-hem lads alright...Mullet. That is when Mullet started to ask his captain on what happened to that guards, "Captain Calaeno, what jus-" when suddenly he was cut off his own words, along with the captain and crewmates, who are abandoning their attention on the bloody corpses when they suddenly heard somethin'...or someone...

Screaming...

"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"What was-" Calaeno was about to ask when she saw something, or should I say someone, plowing out of the dust. Then, out in the open...

"HAAAWAAAA!!''

PUSHLK!!!

(Slow-Motion)

CRACK!!

A Storm Guard flew through the air and crashed into the ground and remained motionless, his mask completely shattered, revealing what was once a face now horribly unrecognizable and fuckin' caked with blood and gore. However, her attention soon turned to the one that caused all this,.

It wasn't anythin' she'd ever seen in her adventures with her crewmates, a being unlike any other. A species of an unknown origin... .

A creature...

A warrior...

A brute...

A killer, at least to her opinion...

Aye, lads...once more, he returned...back in action. You can guess who was that. The same tattooed creature from before...

Our brother, Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, had made his most glorious and most violent entrance...

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(Normal Speed)

"YAAH!!" Brother unleashed his war cry as the Storm Guard he just pummeled in the face with his bare fist landed on his back in a very hard thud, before landing victoriously, grabbing the attention of the parrots and the ponies upon him, but were cut off as they heard yet another but, younger, yelling...

"Ulfr Hlaup!"

(Atreus leaps out of the dust in arrow shooting position in mid-air, Slow-Motion)

Then out of the sudden blue, his son, little Atreus, came out next, jumped out of the dust, his bowstring in hand. Of course as we heard those familiar words spoken from his lungs.

Aye lads...

That move...

It happened...

Some of the ponies, the cat, and their parrot friends hadn't got this much time to process what was really goin' on, and who are these mysterious creatures and why they came out of bloody nowhere, as they are forced to dodge somethin' that might probably kill them...

They noticed them...

As our little brother shot his arrow. Sooner...Oh, it was a big amount of hurt for the bad guys. Because sooner...A large pack of electrified wolves began appearing out of thin air and began maulin' the bloody crap out of the remainin' Storm Guards and their Hel-Walker selves, one-by-one. Everyone down was forced to dodge this ferocious assault, while this happened, the pink pony, began to bounce around the assaultin' pack as this was some sort of playground...of death! Why, as she bounced around, "Wheeeee!! This is super fun, hey doggy, wanna play?!" She yelled as she was havin' fun with the spectral wolves, completely oblivious about the risks she takes her life in. She even tried ridin' one a' them...but was subsequently given the...literal...shock, of her lifetime. Aye, ouch...electrocuted like the crazy attitude she was, she landed to the ground, a hard bonk to her clanker.
Heh, heh, heh, silly little lass, you should know better than ridin' things as dangerous as them...

With everyone watchin' on the sides, what they saw completely left them in total awe. Their eyes as wide as ever, well except for the crazy green parrot, who simply squawked all the way. Aye lads, the rest looked on in utter display of total shock..as what they saw was the true pinnacle of ferocity in battle. Yes...ferocity, one of the greatest attributes of a true warrior, a warrior just like Brother was already. That hit their bloody faces real hard...

I mean...real...hard.

"Timberwolves?! Why are timberwolves here?! And why do they look like ghosts?!" Oh, lads, did I forgot to mention that the group of ponies also had a dragon...yes...a dragon. A rather, pint sized one...a baby...wee bit tinier than the dragons we have back in Midgard but, yes lads you know it...

"Pinkie! Pinkie's in there! We gotta get her outta there." The young dragon called his pony friends...but help was already comin' to complete his pleadin' when...

"Got it, I'll get her!" The hippogriff we saw earlier just made her sudden comeback after some time of absence, on her way just in time to save the still-knocked down pink mare, who was still as black as crispy roasted deer...delicious don't you agree?... A-a-hem anywho, the hippogriff descended mid-flight, snatchin' the poor unfortunate pink mare before she would be trampled...and cooked up, by the rampaging spectral wolves, haulin' her to her friends...to her safety. Phew, that was close, aye lads.

As the ones in the sides now in their safety and out of the rampage, they still looked on in complete awe, as well as shock...well for the white Unicorn, disgust....what they had witnessed was a true spectacle of what we call a battle....

All the violence...

All the gore...

Will be at its finest...

Back to Brother, he plucked his axe from the dead Storm Guard he just hit, gettin' ready to face the real threat facin' his very front. He then readied his axe, called the Leviathan, that contained all the magic of a hundred Ice Trolls. He charged it up, causin' the blade's glyphs to glow bright blue with all the might of its icy magic before it became encased in a decent amount of ice, before he proceeded to do it...

Aye lads...

"RRRRAAARRGH!!"

He spins his axe for a moment before enticin' its frozen fury into the ground. Roarin' a mighty scream, he slammed the axe with all the force of its icy power, sending a huge shockwave that instantly froze all that surrounded the Spartan.

"EEEYUUGH!!"

Brother, with all his strength, threw his axe infused with the power of winter itself straight into the frozen statues of his enemies...

TSHHH TSHHH TSHH TSHHH TSHHH TSHHH TSHHH
TSSSHHHHHLLL!!! (Ice chattering)

shattering the life outta all a' them...one by one. It was horrific...but at the same time, spectacular...for our part. Chunks of the Storm Guards' remains were littered all around the floor, along with pieces of shattered ice, spilled in blood....

The level of violence I tell ya lads...

Am I repeating myself?

Sorry...

Back on the sides, while the parrots and the baby dragon watched on in the same expressions I told ya before, terrified and in surprise at the same time, the pink mare just sat on a chair, eating a box of what we call popcorn, what an exotic delicacy it was, and was wearin' what we call glasses of some kind, all of those she got from who knows where..."This is so fun!! All that phssw!! And that pow!! And that wham!! All that swinging that axe!! And ooh, those ice powers!! Take that you Storm meanies!! This is super-duper marvelous!! I wanna see more!! I wanna see more!! That timberwolf summoning thing!! I wanna see it again!! X!! Triangle!! Square!! Circle!! Wheeeee!!" There we go, as rambunctious as she can be she yelled with all excitement in her heart. Well, as for the white Unicorn's part...well seein' all of the barbaric display in front of her eyes, must be a wee bit sensitive if I should know...

She fainted on the spot...

All that hippogriff had to say with the events transpiring in front of her are:

"Whoa."

Back to us, me included, Brother was simply standin' there, seemingly finished with his end of the business with his foes. Victorious and a bit exhausted, panting a bit, he was followed by his son who now stood beside him, havin' survived the battle himself.

"How'd I do?" He asked Brother.

"Better as always, Boy." He answered, as he turned his sights from his little lad...to what was watchin' in front of him, all wearin' surprised looks on their pale faces. But that was about to be cut short as was there is about to be somethin' behind us we wouldn't expect. Someone is tryin' a sneak attack behind us...there was still another one, seekin' behind our unsuspecting Spartan brother in an attempt to ambush him, if I weren't there, Brother could've suffered bloody greatly. So, what did I do?

"Brother, behind you!" I called on to him. Alerted by my call, in a quick and rapid instinct, Brother lowered his head forward, and the moment hid did so...he catapulted his thick, hard head backwards in a rapid succesion and then...

(shwing)

Bonk!!

DSSHHHLK!! (Blood splattering)

(Slow-motion, X-ray of the skull cracking)

(shwing)

Aye lads...he did it, he slammed his head behind, smashing what was tryin' to pounce on him from behind but was bloody thwarted the moment he has done it...a Storm Guard, no. A Storm Guard infected with Hel energy.

A Hel-Walker...

(Normal speed)

Cracking his mask open, and as if the entire world had slowed down at this very moment. Brother then proceeded to throw his hands backward, grabbin' the unfortunate bastard in his shoulders, then....he flipped the big dobber to his front like an Olympian and then slammed him into the floor with a hard crack that sounded like bones fracturin' in its own weight, on the floor of the streets of the now-ruined city with all his hulkin' might and ferocity...

(X-ray, Storm Guard's spine breaking apart)

It absolutely was painful...aye lads...a level of pain not reacheable even by this world's standards. Besides the level of violence of course.

A very excruciating...

Hard...

Spine-breaking...

CRACK!!

Ohh, those sounds...

and unbearable, pain...It was the most horrifying sight ever saw by the still-awe stricken audience watchin' the fight, eyes widened in pure terror. This is even comparable to the pain that I myself suffered at the hands of Odin and Thor before they got me into that prison of a tree.

"This is too much for me, I-I don't wanna watch." The baby dragon exclaimed as he turned around, his claws coverin' his terror-stricken eyes, deeming the violence displayed in front of him, too gruesome...too much nightmare-inducing...too violent. The rest simply watched on, their heads unable to process what was going on, where these creatures came from or why are they even here, but all questions were simply out of concern. As the violence displayed in front was too much..too much...even for the likes o' them...

R1-R2 (rapid tap)

Anyways, to his credit, Brother held the Storm Guard now at his bloodthirsty mercy by his legs. Unable to escape, the Storm Hel-Walker tried to escape, flailing his arms around but was bloody useless as the Ghost of Sparta forced his legs to him with just the mighty grip of his arms. Then, as the struggle of the guard keeps goin' on...

His face...

The bastard's prone, soft and vulnerable face....

It was met with a hard slam by the foot of our Spartan brother, but still keepin' his resilience, bastard keeps strugglin' his way outta the grip from our deadly Spartan here, but it was no use....

No use at all...

Useless...

There was no escape for that slow son of a bitch...

He was met with another hard stomp by the same fella.... aye...a very...hard one. His flattened face exploded, bursted with huge amounts of Hel energy, spreadin' around the bloody surroundings...as for the guard, no longer movin'....only twitchin, dead....

All but bloody dead. His legs let go by Brother, his son watchin' on....seemingly unaffected by the amount of violence shown in front of him despite his wee age, but, he simply watched on, confusing the audience watchin' him. Well, they expect the lad to scream his lungs out at the gory spectacle shown in front of him.

(Pant, pant)

Panting, for it was over, for now...Brother stood up to catch his breath, his son walking beside him, as he did so he would say:

"That was...close. (pant) (pant) Father, are you-"

"I am alright, Boy." Brother answered his question as he stopped his panting. Lookin' at his son.

"All thanks to me, brothers." I proudly said, but concernin' the creatures watchin' us from the other side might be in a bit of a fright, Brother silenced me. Now that's one bad way treatin' someone who helped him out during that fight, if it weren't, son of a bitch could've been a bloody goner, but aye, nothin' I can do about it, I'm just a head now you know....

"Quiet, Head, they will hear you."

"Sorry, Brother." I apologized...

As Brother already caught up with his breath, the Storm Guards he mercilessly slaughtered...they all disintegrated, all gone, vanishin' into thin air while leavin' behind clouds of sparkly Hel energy and Seiðr magick, all flutterin' into the air. As this was goin on, Brother and the young lad heard a noise, no....noises, from behind

The noises of feet, or hooves...galloping.

to our tiny surprise, the young yellow Pegasus from before, whom we just left back in the streets where we killed a Storm Hel-Walker...she's back, havin' followed our bloody trail ever since she had found her new sense of determination. But what confused the little lassie a tad bit, was that...

The battlefield....it was....empty.

No Storm Guards on sight...

Just Brother, his son, and on the further behind...her friends...

All safe and sound, well...almost.

Then she came across the two beings responsible for it all, yet unbeknownst to her...but still lads, she had the guts to follow them here, no sign of fear..weakness....nothing. Upon lookin' at the two, the yellow Pegasus set her sights at the boy, who began approaching her. A few moments later, the two were now face-to-face amongst each other, the timid mare backing a tad little:

"Oh, it's you. I thought we left you back there, you decided to follow us?" He asked the young lassie, who was a tad bit shy bein' asked by the lad, but with some courage, she replied:

"Well, I-I was thinking that you might help my friends, so-so I decided to follow you, i-is it bad for me to follow you?"

"No, it's okay. I'm glad you came back."

"Oh, I-I see, but still, mister, I-I didn't got your names yet, when we first met, I-I didn't catch who you are. Who are you?" She asked, curious to know more about the lad and his father.

"Oh, right, Atreus. What's yours?"

"Tha-that's a very nice name. I'm, I'm, Fluttershy." The sweet yellow Pegasus named Fluttershy....oh....Fluttershy, eh. No wonder she's this easily intimidated. Anyhow Fluttershy introduced herself in a rather, low, almost quiet tone o' voice, well considering her rather, well...shy...demeanor of course lads.

"Come again, I didn't hear you."

"My name is...Fluttershy." the lass spoke a bit louder and this time, young Atreus can hear her.

"Oh. Nice to meet you." He held out his hand at the timid Pegasus, her at first refusin, lime I said considerin' her shyness...but nonetheless gave out her forehoof and touched each other in a well-warmed greeting.

"It's nice to meet you too Atreus. And your dad-" the curious Fluttershy then let go of the young lad's hand, and went to our Spartan brother, who's simply lookin' somewhere in the front, and began to ask, "You mister, are you Atreus' dad? What's your name?"

Brother then turned his head at the little Pegasus, who was givin' him...oh...the most innocently adorable face he'd seen in his eyes. Her eyes, well...big, blue and sparklin' like gold, so adorable, that almost nobody can resist its charm. But nonetheless...all the Pegasus got from Brother...was a single, neutral chuff from him. Aye, just a chuff. After a few moments...he turned his head back to whatever he's lookin', not carin' about who he's looking at.

Not ever....

"Umm, Sir? Didn't you hear-" She was cut of when the son walked beside her...

"It's no use. That's just what he is. Let me introduce him to you. He's Kratos, my father." The lad introduced Brother to the young Fluttershy for him, quite a stubborn grump he is as always, don't you agree lads?

"Oh, that's, that's a good name."

"No, not really, you do not wanna know what his name literally means." The Pegasus was about to ask the lad another question but...in the end...she sighed...and nodded, for the sakes of Brother's secrecy...

Then there was a moment of complete silence....

"Well, that was a rather...gruesome display you did there sir." All silence was broke off when the cat standing beside the parrots, began to walk and come towards our Spartan brother, quite describing the gory display being showcased in his front, as he came closer to him, his son came by his side toward him and faced him eye-to-eye lads, we, and the ponies have...somewhat...officially met for the first time, and here's how it goes:

"Oh, hey there little one, I see you're the ones who saved us from the Storm King's goons, did you not?" The cat asked the lad, although he slightly flinched at the fact that he was actually talking to a creature not of his world, but...

"Yeah, we did. And you. You actually ARE a cat, well a cat who can talk and stand on twos and wearing clothes. But, are all cats like this?" The lad said while describing the cat's rather odd posture.

"Well, not all the time, kid. But that's strange, if you know I was a cat, then how can we not know what you are? We've never seen creatures like you around these parts." The lad was about to say somethin' back, before his father interrupted with his rather....deep tone of saying it.

"It is because we are not from here. You do not even know us." Brother began to speak regarding what they are...or where we're from...

"Ahh, you sir, finally having the urge to speak up, eh? Well, what you did there, that was a bit brutal, I mean, c'mon, there are kids around here." The jacketed cat spoke to brother in a rather...calmer tone.

"That does not concern us, cat. We did what we had to do here." Replied Brother.

"Oh, I see, not the concernable type. Well, I should be talking to your, judging by him always by your side..your son a bit more, he's more fun to hang with than you."

"Hmm, fine. But do not lay a finger on him." He said while keeping his narrowed eyes staring straightforward at the snarky feline.

"Oh, I won't, I won't, after all, son's always gonna stick to his daddy, don't you agree kid?" Cat faced the boy, still staring at him in a rather indifferent expression.

"Well, not all the time, Father always lets me do my thing whenever I'm ready." Young lad replied.

"I see. You sir, do you always order your boy around?" The cat asked Brother.

"Not all the time. But I discipline him when he loses control."

"Ahh, managing his anger issues I see. Say, what a good father you are, friend," the cat complimented his ways with the lad as a father. Him only replying with a chuff.

"Umm, yeah he is, why do you ask?"

The cat began to walk around, circling Brother AND young Atreus back and forth as he was sort of..inspecting our bodies to see what we had in store in our sleeves, until he noticed the bow of the lad. Coming towards it, he began inspecting it, laying a finger once done so...causing our Spartan brother to mildly snap at what he's bloody doin' with that bow...

"I said do not lay a finger on him-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, Snappy-pants. Just checkin' on your boy's bow to, kinda inspect what was with it. You know like checkin' it out. See, not laying a paw or a claw on his skin, just the bow." He reasoned Brother. And aye, seriously, why he should be just getting along with these fellas for at least once, well at least to me they're friendly...

"Hmm, fine. But only the bow. Touch his skin..." he pointed his finger at the cat as and sign of aggression and a threat. Man, is he a big grump.

"I'll be fine Father. You don't have to be like that all the time." The lad looked at the jacketed cat, "Okay, sir, you're free to check out the bow, hang on..." he removed his bow off his shoulders and as he did so...

"See, the kid's right. Nothing to worry about, I only just want the bow." Brother replied with a snarl. Dammit, again him expressing how easily irratated he always was...

The lad then handed his bow over to the cat, him taking it gladly. Now with the bow on his paws, he began inspecting it. First off, he handed the thing onto his nose and he sniffed it off part-by-part so that he can find something funny about it....does it have to be this bloody way? Aye, never mind, after all, cats have an excellent sense of smell. Anywho..after sniffin' it, finding nothing of a smell but the usual smell of wood. He then decided to test out the bowstring's toughness, the witty feline then held his thumb and finger on the string, slidin' it sideways, the boy watchin' as he did this, but as for Brother...he simply looked on, seemingly unimpressed...and slightly irritated...

"Interesting." He said as he turned the bow around on his paws, scaling every part, every area of it with his eyes, checking out if there were some things strange about it, well...he found, nothing.

"Well, can I have it back now?" The lad asked, wanting to have his bow back from the cat.

"Wait, wait, still checking for more." He got an even more closer look at the center of the bow....nothing, he found nothing interesting about the bow, "Done, here kid." He gave the bow back to its rightful owner. Handing it back, the lad placed his bow back to his back.

"That certainly quite an interesting bow you have kid. Now, about those ghost wolves I saw earlier mauling the Storm creatures, that was the work of your bow, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah. But don't ask where it came from, we'll tell you...the rest of the way, how's that."

"Fair enough", the cat exclaimed smugly as Brother looked on. But after a short while of complete silence...

Someone spoke up...

"Hey you!" Someone called, the voice probably going into Brother's attention, grabbing it, he turned around to see who was calling the voice, and it was...

"Yeah you, the one with the white skin." It was the parrot captain, named Calaeno, well just fresh outta her bloody long stupor, got the urge and approached our Spartan brother, quite giving her the interest at what she saw in him. Walking towards him, she complimented the Ghost of Sparta's way in fighting the Storm Guards "That was very impressive you two, although what I saw would probably scar anyone's heads for life, but...that was very fierce of what you did with the Storm King's goons. I'm quite impressed."

"And what do you want with me, bird." Brother demanded...aye, as usual he can always be lads....rude.

"Oh, where are my manners, I'm Captain Calaeno by the way, and these three are my mates, Squabble, Mullet, and Lix Spittle." The three parrot mates greeted us quite...simple. The green one named Mullet winked. "Hey.", was all he said to him. the small pink one named...Lix Spittle was it? U-hum, Lix Spittle, right. He simply waved at us, sayin' the usual "Hi." at him. The crazy-lookin' green one, named Squabble...well...all he did...was squawk, that's right lads, squawk..like your average parrot at sea. Brother simply looked on the three, completely indifferent..yet, he found a tiny hint of interest at the one named Squabble.

"That one does not talk." He noted at that crazy-eyed green parrot, finding the fact that he only squawks..not speak.

"Well. Squabble doesn't really talk that much." She said, Brother only replied with:

"Hrmph..."

Later, the burly green parrot, Mullet, came towards the Spartan and also complimented his capabilities against the empowered Storm Guards, despite his...current age.

"Wow. You know, for an old timer, you were pretty good yourself, to think you can handle those freaks." Again, Brother replied with a simple but quite acceptable chuff..."What? Not quite the talk are ya?"

"I'm sorry sir, Father doesn't really talk that much, only when necessary." The young lad grabbed the attention of the green parrot, lookin' at him with a questionable look, before turnin' back to his father.

"So, little boy's got a point, I kind of like him more than you." He said, before turning back and returned to his crewmates.

A few minutes of awkward silence...

"Well hi there!" Then suddenly, outta the bloody blue, the rumbunctious pink mare from before jumped in front of Brother, givin' him a little bit of flinch, but was not fazed all the way, bouncing and bouncing in front of him while:

"Ooh, thank you so, so much for saving our flanks out there. If you weren't there we would've been goners. That was super-super-duper amazing ot what you did to those Stormy baddies! You were all super-crazy with what you did to those meanies! Ooh, thank, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank YYYOU SOO VERY MUCH!!" as she went on ramblin' like a chatterin' madman, bouncing around our Spartan brother on the way, then she suddenly appeared behind him. Unstartled, he turned his sights on the lassie behind while still kept on ramblin' innecessant nonsense. "Ooh, what's with your axe? Are you a logger or something? And those two big knives? They look aweful scary. What recipes do you make using them?" She was shaked off by Brother, who is now beginning to get her on his nerves...uh-oh.

She then appeared face-to-face in front of our Spartan brother, once again still unfazed by her surprise appearance, again with her rambling, "Do you wanna be my friend, Mr. Alien? Hi! I'm Pinkie Pie. And I'm the Element of Laughter and you know what that means? I'm the best party planner in Ponyville and I turn every frown faces in all of the world upside-down, Do you like parties? Oohh, I love parties! I plan the best of the best parties of all. Do you love having fun? Because I do, a came up with all sorts of crazy fun parties for everypony here! Do you like sweets? Because I do, I love candies, cakes, ice cream and all sorts of sweet stuff! Wait, I don't see your face even having any fun at all. Do you-OOH!" She attempted to stretch Brother's lips to make a stupidly silly grin....but as she tried so, she felt something grab her by the ear...ya guessed it lads.

Aye lads and lassies, Brother....now more than pissed off at her incessant rambling. Instead of makin' him smile wide as she was supposed to do, all she did, was make him even more agitated than ever, grabbed the noisy little mare by her ears, pulling her directly to his face. Not good, as the lass will have to face the bloody wrath of our Spartan brother, facing him with very narrowed eyes and barely-shown gritted teeth...a sign of complete anger, she smiled...bloody sheepishly, hopin' that he wouldn't dare hurt her, but as he continued his wrath-filled stare at the now-terrified lassie's face, until...

"You will not bother us, ever again...horse....I am warning you." he told the lass as she continued to slightly shake in fear, teeth barely showin' any chattering, a tad bit realizing that what she's dealing with is someone not to be pissed of with, to be taken with utmost caution. Seriously brother, bollocks, you don't have to be this harsh, the poor lass can't help herself, yes. What a killjoy he was.

"Okie dokie (gulp) loki-AAAAOOOOUCH!!" Brother's grip on the pink mare's ears grew even tighter, nearly crushing the huge pain outta the poor, poor lassie's left ear. Ouch, now that is going to leave a very numbing mark on her part...

"Awwwww, you big meanie."

"Quiet! Or your ear comes off." Aye, that's just Brother...

"M-Mr. Kratos, y-you have to let Pinkie Pie go, she-she didn't actually mean to-"

"Quiet, Girl." Brother silenced Fluttershy...who tried reasoning him about his painfully harsh treatment of the pink one named...Pinkie Pie, oh..no wonder why she's named like that...what a big grump Brother really is.

After which, Brother turned his eyes on his surroundings to see, while still holding the crushing pain in the pink mare's ears...

What he saw afar...

Her...

The white Unicorn...

In an unconscious form...havin' fallen down after seein' the utmost brutality in the battlefield. Making up his sturdy ol' mind, he called out:

"Boy. Here." He called out to the lad, while havin' his hands full from searching up his pocket, as the boy came towards him, still holding the pink mare by her ears, Brother tossed some..green glowing stones of some kind? Aye lads, there they are...Health Stones..things that are used to rejuvenate anyone's health...he tossed them to the lad for some good use but, whom will he use them to? The Unicorn? The orange pony? Or the blue Pegasus? We'll see lads...

"Health Stones, what do we do with these?" Young Atreus asked, catching the stones by his hand before asked....for what can he do with these stones that can restore anyone's health and consciousness. Waiting for his answer, all what Brother did in response to his question...

A simple, but questionable response, but the meaning...

We will find out...

"Hmmph."

The Cycle of Betrayal....is coming to an end....

T O . B E . Ω . C O N T I N U E D . . .

A T R E U S' . B E S T I A R Y

Storm Creature

These Storm creatures, or at least what I've heard what they're called, are the ones pretty much responsible for enslaving and imprisoning the horses that live in this city. They became empowered with deadly Seiðr magic and Hel energy, thus becoming stronger. Question is, who is this "Storm King" they're talking about? Is he the ruler of this place? Is he the one responsible for enslaving these horses? Is he the one leading an army of these guys? I guess we'll wait and see.

Author's Note

This is done...Chapter 5, will be the end of the Cycle of Betrayal. After which, Phase 2 of this story will begin...

Constructive criticism may be allowed, as the chapters will be better and better.