God of War - The ConditionGod of War - The Condition6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A muggy tropical night was at its end. The stars had already faded and darkness kept on dispersing with every moment giving way to the morning grayness. Kratos sped up his pace. He had to sneak into the barracks unnoticed before dawn and he still had a considerable distance to walk.
He was wondering if it wouldn't have been better to start running at that point when suddenly cold blinding white light exploded a few meters in front of him.
He stopped raising both arms and covering his face. The light shimmered rapidly then faded a bit, its hue turning warmer, and finally flashed with sharp blinding blaze again to shoot away lightning alike branchy rays earth and skywards.
Strong scent of ozone and sea water filled the air while a vague blurred shape solidified among the flashes and discharges. A few moments later, a human figure emerged from the light.
Kratos stared at the man with utter amazement. In front of him stood... his own self - ashenpale, with a blo
The man who can't be movedThe man who can't be movedThe man who can't be moved5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
In the middle of the street, there, still standing on the concrete. It is hard to ignore, yet too stupid to stare, and anything but satisfying to just watch. There, there on the concrete, there it stands. Someone must have forgotten it, without a note, just left it there. There, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the traffic.
All the people are staring, all the time. However, it has been there for a long time, the second your look falls on it the first time for the day, from that second on, your eyes are stuck to it. So attracting, so distracting you from the work you are doing. There, there it stands, only to manipulate you. You end up with an even worse focus on your work, that is all on it. That focus is put on that something, standing in the middle of the street. So every day you regret that you have ever chosen this office, with the window pointed to the main street. Those regrets won't ever be gone, not before it would be gone f