Kratos had been wondering the woodlands of Midgard in hopes of finding a place to rest, her blades rest on her back, bloody because she had just fought several draugur and a fire troll by herself, as usual for her.

As Kratos walked she heard a noise, she stopped, turned her head and drew her blades, the very blades she wished to throw away so many times before, only for them to always return. Kratos looked around and found herself in what looked like a battle field, blood and ripped body parts all spread throughout the woodlands, blood and snow mixed alike.

Kratos continued to walk until a reever jumped out and tried to stab her, Kratos dodged and defeated the reever, only for five more to pop out of nowhere, a battle between Kratos and the reevers soon began.

During the battle an ogre came out and also began attacking Kratos, the battle had gotten slightly harder and Kratos's rage was slipping, suddenly, the ogre grabbed Kratos, Kratos instantly hit it in it's face, causing the ogre to to fall back with Kratos and down a hill. Kratos hit the ogre again and it let her go, causing her to fly backwards and into a tree.

Kratos gathered herself and got up and looked around, finding herself in a deeper part of the snowy woodlands, suddenly Kratos heard footsteps and looked in it's direction, the footsteps stopped for a second only to begin again.

Kratos swung her blades at a pair of trees in the footsteps direction and cut them down due to the fire in the blades. The trees fell and someone was standing there, slightly backing away.

Kratos did not know if this person was a friend of a for so she clenched her blades and spoke up. "Who are you?" Kratos said in a loud tone, the person didn't speak, Kratos saw the fear/confusion on their face grunted then began to walk away before speaking once again. "These woods are not safe." Kratos said before walking off, the sounds of the ogre in the distance.