Note: The game uses real Icelandic language for titles and spells. Usually, in my scripts, I give an approximate translation of foreign words into English, but Icelandic goes far beyond my knowledge. Of course, I’ll still try to convey the maximum of what is in the game, but if you speak Icelandic, please correct my translation attempts.
[We meet our hero Kratos in the forest. He looks sad, tired and old. His face is overgrown with a thick beard. Kratos stands by a high birch with an axe in his hands. He touches the birch with his palm print and cuts it down with a few powerful strokes. The strokes unwind the bandages on his hand. He looks at it for a while and then wraps them back up. A boy comes up to him with a branch in his hand.]
Boy: I found some.
Kratos: Get in the boat, boy.
[He puts a cut down birch on his shoulder and goes to the boat.]
Boy: Still want me to tie it to the boat?
[Kratos throws a birch into the water without words, attaches it with a hook, and the other end throws it to the boy. The boy ties the rope to the boat.]
Kratos: That is enough.
[They board the boat and sail away. The Journey begins.]
THE MARKED TREESEdit
Atreus: Did something change? The forest feels different now.
Kratos: Everything is different, boy. Try not to dwell on it.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
[They go to their home. Kratos puts the log to the others.]
Kratos: That was the last.
[Atreus enters the house to pray over the dead.]
Atreus: Lo, there do I see my Mother. Lo, is there do I see my Father. Lo, there do they call to me. Lo, there do they call to me. Lo, there do they call to me. She’s ready.
[Kratos enter the house. He stands at the doorstep, his face covered with darkness. He takes the body in his arms and carries him to the stacked chopped firewood.]
Kratos: Find your way home. You are free.
[He sets the firewood on fire striking the spark with his axe. The body begins to burn. A minute later, Atreus realizes that he forgot to pick up the knife. He runs up to the burning body and grabs the knife with his hands, but it proves to be too hot and Arteus burns his hand and drop the knife.]
Atreus: I’m sorry.
[Kratos comes up to him, picks up some snow with his hands and applies it to Atreus’ burned hand.]
Kratos: Squeeze. This knife… It was hers. Now it is yours. She taught you to hunt?
Atreus: What she knew.
Kratos: Show me.
Atreus: What’re we hunting?
Kratos: You are hunting deer.
Atreus: Which way?
Kratos: In the direction of deer.
Atreus: Okay…? Uhh… this way-
Hunt with AtreusEdit
[They go hunting. A lot of snow around. Wild, unspoiled nature.]
Atreus: Father… why are we doing this now?
Kratos: I need to know you can survive the journey.
Atreus: Then we leave for the mountain?
Kratos: Depends on you. Hunt.
Kratos: What did you find?
Atreus: Tracks. Not deer though. I keep looking.
Kratos: Boy. You miss these.
Atreus: Huh… Close, but also not deer. See? Tips are too wide. Mountain goat?
Kratos: You mother taught you well.
Atreus: Yeah… I’ll see what’s up ahead.
Kratos: More tracks?
Atreus: Yeah. But they’re too round. Could be a wild boar.
[Atreus sees fallen bridge.]
Atreus: Oop. Now what?
[Kratos easily jump over the fall bridge.]
Kratos: This way, boy.
Atreus: Hup! Oh. Wait. Deer tracks. They’re fresh. This way.
[He runs forward and unexpectedly stumbles upon a huge deer.]
Atreus: Aaah! Found it.
Kratos: Slow down, boy!
Kratos: You are hunting dear - not chasing it.
Atreus: Yes, father.
[A huge deer with big winding horns appears in their way. Frightened of uninvited guests, he runs away, destroying the small bridge with his massive hooves.]
Atreus: He broke our bridge… how are we gonna get across?
Kratos: Step aside.
[Kratos takes his axe, Leviathan, in his mighty hands and throws it to the barrier. When it breaks the axe returns to Kratos’s hand.]
Atreus: Woah. What happened here? There it is!
[Despite the outcry of his father Atreus shoots and misses.]
Kratos: (screaming) What are you doing? Now its guard is up! Only fire… (deep breath) Only fire when I tell you to fire.
Atreus: I’m sorry…
Kratos: Do not be sorry. Be better. Find it. (Atreus tries to take back his bow, but Kratos doesn’t let him) Find. It.
[They stumbles upon zombie-like creature.]
Atreus: Ahh! My bow!
Kratos: No! You are not ready - stay back!
Atreus: Father! Above you! Watch your right!
[Kratos destroys the dead using the inhuman strength of his fists and his magical axe that freezes enemies.]
Atreus: Draugr? They’ve never come this close to our woods before.
Kratos: Keep moving.
Atreus: Uh… deer’s this way. I can see more tracks… or we can follow you.
[They descend into a small cave by a chain attached to a stone.]
[Kratos smashes them to death with bare hands.]
Atreus: They were just hungry.
Atreus: The wolves. They weren’t mean. They were starving.
Kratos: Yes. I imagine they were.
[He opens a nearby tomb and takes a few coins from there.]
Atreus: What - ?
Kratos: He can no longer use it. We can.
[They continue the journey.]
Atreus: (to himself) Are we lost? Nah… Should we be in here?
[Atreus notes that the deer jumped over the dilapidated wall of the old temple…]
Atreus: Up there! He went in the old temple. But Mom told me never to go in there.
Kratos: We do what we please, boy. No excuses.
[He opens a massive wooden door.]
[He notices the deer. It stands at a fairly small distance from the characters, but it is impossible to get closer.]
Atreus: Can I have my bow back now?
Kratos: Can you hit it from here?
Atreus: We should get closer.
[They go around, trying to get closer to the deer.]
Atreus: I went hunting with mother a bunch of times. You never wanted to take me. Why now?
Kratos: It was her wish. And… it was time.
Atreus: Ok. Draugr!
[Kratos breaks through their skulls.]
Atreus: Something’s gotta open that gate… It’s opening. You froze it in place. Clever.
Kratos: Follow me, Atreus.
Atreus: Sooo… Nice. Where you going? I think he’s this way.
[In the far corner of a small cave, Atreus notices a skillfully made plaque on which a story from northern legends is drawn. The plaque is closed with two shutters.]
Atreus: Oh look, it’s Skoll & Hati – the giant wolves who chase the sun and moon. Where did they come from? How did they get up there? What’s happening there at the end? They eat the sun and moon and then everybody fights?
[After a short wander, Kratos and Atreus find the deer again. Atreus is preparing to shoot an innocent creature for the first time.]
Kratos: Wait for my mark… Relax. Do not think of it as an animal. It is simply a target. Clear your mind. (inhaled breath) Steady your aim and breathe in. Exhale and release.
Atreus: I got it.
Atreus: It’s… it’s still alive.
Kratos: Your knife… No. Finish what you started.
Atreus: I can’t…
[Kratos clutching his hand with a knife in his hand. Together they finish the animal.]
[Suddenly a giant troll attacks them. There’s a piece of stone column in his hands, and fire and rage in his eyes.]
Atreus: We’re going to fight that?!?
Kratos: We have no choice.
Atreus: Miss! Okay - just tell as when to shoot! WHOA! Watch your right! Sorry can’t. Nista! Watch ’em! Tell me when… He’s too strong! We keep hitting him! Why isn’t he falling?
Kratos: Get back, boy.
Atreus: Fall, dammit! FALL! Ready and waning. Watch out Father! Sorry, not ready. Ready.
Kratos: Get control of yourself, boy!
Atreus: I’m FINE. Kill it!
[Kratos kills the troll by ripping his skull apart. Atrey runs up to the corpse and begins to stab him furiously and scream.]
Atreus: RAAAA! That’s what you get.
Atreus: (to the troll) Think I’m afraid of you?! You’re nothing to me!
Kratos: Look at me! Look at me, boy!
Kratos: Boy – look at me!
Atreus: We DID it.
Kratos: You are not ready.
Atreus: What? Are you serious? I found the deer. I proved myself. How am not ready?
Kratos: We are going home.
Atreus: I haven’t been sick in a long time. I can do this.
Kratos: You are NOT ready.
Atreus: I AM ready.
Kratos: Do not speak again.
Atreus: The path home is this way. Duh.
[Kratos is about to return home.]
Atreus: Still can’t get the doors open, huh?
Atreus: What is THAT thing? I told you something was different about the forest.
Kratos: And I told you do not to speak.
Atreus: But why would a Fire Troll burn mother’s garden? And since when are Draugr so close to the house? And what was that frozen thing that attacked us?
Kratos: I do not know. Now be silent, we are almost home. Inside, boy.
[Soon they're going back to their cabin.]
Atreus: It’s not fair. He doesn’t know anything…
Kratos: You lost control.
Atreus: That thing was trying to kill us. It’s not like you don’t get angry in a fight.
Kratos: Anger can be a weapon if you control it – use it. You clearly cannot. When you lose…
Atreus: I haven’t been sick in a long time. I’m better now.
Kratos: Fine. (puts his hands in front of him) Come on then.
Atreus: You want me to hit you?
Kratos: I want you to try.
Atreus: OWWW! What are you - ?
Kratos: Try again.
Atreus: Why are you doing that?
Kratos: Too slow. Try again.
Atreus: Cut it out!
Kratos: Weak. Again. Again.
Atreus: STOP IT!
Atreus: (slight cough)
Kratos: Your anger… you can get lost in it. The path ahead is difficult and you, Atreus, are clearly not ready.
[Someone's knocking on their door.]
Atreus: What was that?
[There's a slightly cocky, confident voice coming from behind the door.]
The Stranger: Come on out! It’s no use hiding anymore. I know who you are...
Atreus: What’s going on? Do you know him?
The Stranger: ...more importantly I know what you are!
Kratos: Boy. Beneath the ﬂoor. Now…
Atreus: But… you told me never to go down there. Who is that?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: What’s he talking about?
Kratos: I do not know. Get IN.
The Stranger: Just tell me what I want to know! No need for this to get bloody.
[Kratos comes out of the cabin. He is met by a lean man with a light-brown beard. The man wears almost no clothes - only light pants. His body is covered in blue tattoos.]
The Stranger: Thought you’d be bigger. But you’re definitely the one. Long way from home, aren’t you?
Kratos: What do you want?
The Stranger: Oh, you already know the answer to that.
Kratos: Whatever it is you seek I do not have it. You should move on.
The Stranger: Hahaha. And here I thought your kind was supposed to be so enlightened. So much better than us. So much smarter. And yet you hide out here in the woods - like a coward.
Kratos: You do not want this fight.
The Stranger: Oh… I’m pretty sure I do. (hits Kratos)
Kratos: Leave… my… home.
The Stranger: You are going to have to kill me for that to happen. (hits Kratos again)
Kratos: I warned you -
The Stranger: Finally.
Kratos: You would not listen.
The Stranger: No… No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Fine. My turn.
The Stranger: How incredibly disappointing. Come on then. Pointless. You bore me. Are you even trying? Come on, already. So slow… Tell me what I want… Pain stops. Real simple. Why are there two beds in there?
Kratos: (beating the stranger to death) LEAVE! MY! HOME!
The Stranger: Struck a nerve, did I?! Who are you hiding?! Slow and old. You should never have come to Midgard. So… care to try again?
Kratos: You talk too much.
The Stranger: You won’t talk? Fine. Maybe whoever it is you’ve got stashed in that house will.
The Stranger: Who is it? Who are you afraid I’ll find?! Let’s find out! Pointless! What are you hiding? You still bore me. You’re a fool.
The Stranger: Leaving so soon? When Odin sent me here, I just needed answers, but YOU, you had to act all proud. Throw whatever you have at me… I’ll keep coming. That old body will give our. But before I end this, I want you to know one thing… I can’t feel any of this.
The Stranger: You’ve seen it with your own eyes; you can’t hurt me. Nothing can. This fight is pointless. Your struggle ls pointless. It didn’t have to be this way. Pathetic. You can’t win. I feel nothing, but you… you feel everything. Yet you, you keep trying. I’m not my brother. And if you’d given me what I wanted, it wouldn’t have ended this way. But no… Let’s finish this.
The Stranger: Can’t beat me! COME ON! I feel NOTHING! NOTHING! WORTHLESS! PITIFUL! I will end you!
The Stranger: I’d hoped that you, of everyone I’d faced, would finally make me feel something. But you can’t.
[Kratos snaps his neck and throws the body into the crevesse, after which it hardly rises and goes to the house.]
Kratos: Who was he? He knew me. Did he know my past? How did they find me… after all this time? Faye… what do I do? Our son is not ready… to carry your ashes… to the top of the mountain. And neither am I. I do not know… how to do this without you. But we cannot stay here…
[He enters half destroyed house.]
Atreus: There was so much… I thought… You’re all right.
Kratos: I am all right. Come. Gather your things. We are leaving.
Atreus: Thought I wasn’t ready.
Kratos: You are not. But we have no choice now. Prove me wrong.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
[They leave the house.]
Atreus: The mountain… it’s gonna be a LONG trip.
Kratos: Yes. But an important one.
[“THE MARKED TREES” COMPLETED.]
PATH TO THE MOUNTAINEdit
Journey to the MountainEdit
Atreus: Whoa… how did this happen? Who was he?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: What did he want with us? We’re nobodies. Did you kill him?
Kratos: I did what had to be done.
Atreus: You could have died. Never have me alone again. All right?
Kratos: All right. Up.
Atreus: You’ve had to kill people before, haven’t you? You’re used to it.
Kratos: We do what we must to survive.
Atreus: Animals, I get. They’re food. Draugr… they’re supposed to be dead. But people… they’re trying to survive too.
Kratos: Close your heart to it. On our journey, we will be attacked by all manner of creature. Close your heart to their desperation. Close your heart to their suffering. Do not allow yourself to feel for them. They will not feel for you.
Atreus: I understand.
Atreus: Has this been here all this time? Why don’t you help me up there? I can get a better look. Hop!
[Kratos boosts Atreus up.]
Atreus: Okay… nowhere to go from here… except across this bridge. Think you can lower it from there?
[Kratos lower the bridge.]
Atreus: Made it!
Atreus: Yes, sir.
[Kratos freezes the cog of the bridge and climbs up.]
Atreus: Good idea… This way. I think. Father… will we see others on the road?
Atreus: They’ll try and rob us?
Kratos: Possibly. Yes.
[They climb to the top. Atreus notices stunning view of wild and unspoiled nature…]
Atreus: Look… All this time… there’s been a protection stave around our entire woods. But… the stave’s broken there. Did you cut those down?
Kratos: She hand-marked the trees she wished used for her pyre…
Atreus: Why’d she do that?
Kratos: Come. No looking back now.
Atreus: So… how long will it take to get to the mountain?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: Before winter falls?
Kratos: I do not know…
Atreus: Okay, okay…
[They reaches Wildwood’s Edge and find some draugr in a small field.]
Atreus: They don’t see us. ShouId I fire?
Kratos: Wait for my mark.
Atreus: More draugr! Draugr down! Watch out, Father! One less draugr to worry about! Right flank! More draugr! Whoah, this one throws fire! How does he do that?!
Kratos: BOY! Focus. Look alive, boy!
Atreus: I see them! Fire, incoming!
Kratos: More enemies, boy!
Atreus: Yes, sir! Father! When is this gonna end! Another one down! Amazing! Keep the pressure on. Careful! Look out!
[After defeating all draugr…]
Atreus: How was that? Did I help?
Kratos: If you want to help, distract them. Whoever is not my focus should be yours… but only when safe to do so.
Atreus: I can do that.
[Kratos find a stone nearby with writings on it.]
Atreus: Sir. There’s a Jotnar settlement ahead…
Kratos: You can read the writing?
Atreus: Some -- just the languages mother knew. But they’re all sort of connected so sometimes I can feel my way through stuff I shouldn’t know. Y’know?
[They climb up the mountain. Atreus stumble upon some agile draugr.]
Atreus: AAH! I’m set! Anything else?
Kratos: Space your shots. Speed costs accuracy.
Atreus: Got it. Hey… I think there’s a chest over there!
[Kratos opens a chest and finds his first rune. He trying to use it right away.]
Atreus: Whoa! How’d you do that?! I think we can go through here.
Kratos: (lifting giant stone) Move.
Atreus: Thanks. There’s the mountain! Let’s go! (runs away)
Kratos: Not yet!
[Atreus runs to a bridge to the mountain.]
Atreus: It’s fine!
[He jumps on the bridge and one of the planks cracks]
Atreus: Aaah! Father, help!
Kratos: Hang on!
Atreus: Hurry! I’m slipping!
Kratos: Hang on! Stay calm.
[They both falls.]
Atreus: Huh… that wasn’t so bad.
Kratos: SLOW DOWN. Your haste will cost us.
[Around our heroes are a lot of draugrs standing still…]
Atreus: Uh… more Draugr. But these aren’t moving. Are they dead? I mean… more dead?
Kratos: (getting the axe) Boooy…
Atreus: Not dead! Not dead!
Kratos: Remember: Accuracy over speed!
Atreus: Look out Father! That Draugr’s injured, get him! On your right, incoming fire! Yeah, take that! You don’t look so great! Fire, above us! One more to go! That was the last one. Was I better?
Kratos: Take even more time. It does not matter if you fire only once. Show me control.
Escape the RuinsEdit
Atreus: Look at this…
Kratos: Read it.
Atreus: Oh. This used to be a marketplace. The Giants used to gather here to trade with the gods a long time ago. Wonder if Odin was ever here… Look — above us! Something’s breaking through! Something’s breaking through the wall! Draugr! I can’t get free! I need help! Father, I need you! He’s got me, help! Tell me when… Nista! Watch out! Look out Father! Need more time. Ready and waiting. Sorry, not ready. I’m exhausted. Look — there’s an opening up there.
Atreus: Uh… do you hear that? What is it?
Kratos: We will see. Stay close.
Atreus: What is that? So we’re going towards the scary singing? It’s a Revenant!! Watch ’em! Poison! I’m ready. She just disappeared?! Nista! Poison, incoming! She’s too fast for your axe!
Kratos: But not for your arrows! Fire!
Atreus: Nista! Watch out Father! That was a real Revenant! Never thought I’d see one up close… I still don’t understand why that man attacked you at our house.
Kratos: I told you, boy, I know nothing more of it.
Atreus: Look up there! I guess we need to get back up there. But how?
Kratos: Follow me.
Atreus: I’ve seen this language before…
Kratos: Here, boy other one.
Atreus: It says his name is “Hrungnir”. Mother told me about him… a Giant warrior, made of stone. Looks like he was in a pretty big battle… Odin’s there… Thor… even the World Serpent? Aw, Thor must have smashed his head apart, see? But look. Hrungnir’s body squished him. Idiot…
Atreus: Earlier… you said people might try and rob us. I’ll kill them if they try. I’m not afraid.
Kratos: If we encounter men, you will stay out of it, understand?
Atreus: But… I can fight now.
Kratos: You will stay out of it, boy. Speak no more of this. Atreus, follow me.
Atreus: Sorry, I got distracted.
Atreus: Grab that one, Father! You’re kinda scary sometimes!
[The fight was fierce but Kratos manages to overcome his enemies.]
Atreus: Thought they almost had us.
Kratos: We must stay vigilant.
Atreus: You did it.
[They cross the bridge and find mountains of corpses on the other side.]
Atreus: All these dead… you think it’s safe in there?
Kratos: You think it safer out here?
Atreus: Echh… What’s that smell?
[The door behind the heroes slams shut. A group of men surrounds Kratos and Atreus.]
Man 1: Are they Hel-Walkers?
Man 2: They’re untouched! Look!
Man 3: Someone start the fires!
Man 2: Siegmund, your mas!
Man 4: So many days… Without meat.
Atreus: Meat? Wait - us?
Kratos: Behind me.
Man 3: What if they change like the others?
Man 1: We’ll have to keep them alive. Strip off their meat… a little at a time.
Kratos: This fight is mine alone.
[Kratos pulls out his axe. Being ordinary people, the enemies is no threat to him.]
Man 1: He wields magic!
Man 2: He’s just one man! Wait for an opening!
[Having hacked most of the cannibals, Kratos enthusiastically chokes one of them. At this time, Atreus is trying to fend off the last of the cannibals.]
Atreus: Father! Help me!
[Kratos runs up to him, but Atreus stabs the cannibal with his mother’s knife at the last moment.]
Atreus: (breathing efforts)
Kratos: Close your heart to it. Come then.
Kratos: We have a long journey ahead -
[The cannibals tuns into walkers.]
Kratos: Wait here. I will handle this.
[He crushes the walkers with his own hands.]
Atreus: Th-They came back.
Kratos: It is finished.
Atreus: I want to leave here.
Kratos: We must find a way out. Find something to pull me up.
[Atreus slowly go to the chain, immersed in sad thoughts.]
Kratos: Atreus… the chain.
Atreus: The chain, right.
Kratos: You are in your head, boy. Let it go. He would have killed you.
Atreus: I know. I had to do it. I do know that. I just…
Kratos: Then we will go home, boy.
Kratos: To give up this easily, so close to the start…
[Atrey instantly comes to his senses and runs to the chain.]
Atreus: I’m not giving up. I can do this. I just have to… you know… catch my breath. Come on up. I’m ready.
Kratos: Listen to me… To be effective in combat, a warrior must not feel for his enemy. The road ahead is long and unforgiving… no place for a boy. You must be a warrior.
Atreus: I understand.
The Dwarf And His CreatureEdit
[They hear someone swearing from afar…]
???: Get up and move your ass! I’ll kick you square in the ringer you don’t move! C’moooooon! Whatcha waitin’ for? C’mon already! LET’S GO! Whatcha waitin’ for? C’mon already! Let’s go! Grrrrrahhhh!
[They find a dwarf trying to force his… uh, elephant… to cross the bridge.]
Dwarf: Can’t get this sloe-eyed cocklump to cross the bridge! Hrmph!
Atreus: It’s because she’s scared of something in the trees over there.
Dwarf: There’s what now?
Atreus: Father, throw your axe at those trees on the other side I the bridge - the ones with the white trunks.
[Kratos reluctantly fulfills the request.]
Kratos: You were right…
Dwarf: Hey… you must be smart or somethin’, boy. You are a boy aren’tcha? (slaps the elephant) HAAA!
Atreus: She have a name?
Dwarf: I dunno. Rude bastard ain’t ever asked mine so I ain’t ever asked hers. HAAA!!
Atreus: What’s yours?
Atreus: (to the elephant) Vera logn…
[The elephant start to walk.]
Brok: (to Kratos) Say… you’re not gonna believe me but uh… that axe you got, uh? It was me what made her - me and my brother. Was one of our best. So don’t let nobody else go work on her except for us two. (the elephant slaps him with her tail) AAACH! You gotta handle her special or she’ll wreck beyond fixin’. I can enhance her for you right now if it so pleases you son of bitch. So what say you? (slaps the elephant) HAA!
Kratos: You are right… I do not believe you. Come, boy.
Brok: There’s a rune in the shape of a fork - under the grip.
[Kratos checks the axe.]
Brok: (to the elephant) Aw… digr bikkja! Dumbr bak-rauf! (to Kratos) That was our brand my brother and me, before we split. I got half of it right here – see? Look, you want I should upgrade her or not?
Kratos: Very well. I expect an improvement.
Atreus: So where’s the other half of the brand?
Brok: Oh, my dumb brother’s got it. But I got all the talent. Look! Let’s get to it! Try that on for size… What’s it gonna be? Make you something? See if that don’t shoot straighter than straight… Oh, you make up yer mind?
[He upgrades the axe and sells some equipment.]
Brok: Well, don’t look now but our friends who were hiding in the trees are back for more! Go on, give that axe a twirl!
Atreus: Got room for me behind there?
Brok: So long as you don’t break nothing.
[Kratos tries the upgrade killing some zombies nearby.]
Brok: Y’see?! See what my touch brung? Say your pa can KILL. You gonna learn to do that too?
Atreus: I’m not sure…
Kratos: This road… it leads to the mountain?
Brok: Should put you in the right direction, sure. Wanna see my wares again?
[Kratos and Atreus continue their journey.]
Kratos: You left me to fight alone.
Atreus: I did.
Kratos: People are one thing. Everything else, you fight… until I say stop or we are dead. Understand? Pull your weight or we go home.
Atreus: I understand.
Kratos: Good then.
Atreus: Oh, wait… we’re back here again.
Atreus: It was nice meeting you, Brok. I’ll be thinking of a name for your beast.
Brok: How ’bout I name her “fucking gratitude”? Hey! Fucking Gratitude - come over here! I like it!
[Kratos decides to buy some new equipment one last time.]
Brok: Alright, what’dja break? Good to see you sweatin’ the details. Wear it proudly ya sumbitch! Was that all there is…? Hey watch your ’hinds in there! That place can bust you up real good.
Kratos: This way.
The Hunt ContinuesEdit
Atreus: Uh… that looks inviting. Oooh…
Kratos: Wait there.
Atreus: Sure are a lot of draugr around here! Careful! Take that, draugr! Watch out Father! Nista! I’m ready. Fire, incoming! Enemy down! Ready, father. Wow! I’m set.
Kratos: Atreus, here.
Atreus: Yes, father. It’s sinking back down!
Kratos: Now, boy!
Atreus: Coming! Wasn’t sure we were gonna get outta there…
Kratos: Trust I will not let us die. This way.
[They come out of the caves and see stunning view of wild mountain nature.]
Atreus: Wow… Never been this close to the mountain before. Looks so big. I wish Mom was here to see it.
[Kratos wants to hug his son but stops.]
Kratos: Come, boy.
[They find a grand door with a bowl of sand nears it.]
Atreus: What is it…? Look. There are runes written along the side.
Kratos: What does it say?
Atreus: “As we are, we two, we three / As I alone can never be.”
Kratos: A riddle?
Atreus: Hmmm… maybe there’s a clue around here. Seems like maybe those rings should be moving. The rings are turning! Conic back down. I think that part’s right. That’s it! I see runes!
Kratos: Boy, what do those runes say?
Atreus: Oooh… It says “Family”. That’s not a clue. It’ the answer! What “I alone can never be” - right?
Kratos: Use your knife and trace the runes into the sand.
Atreus: Really? Kynslóð. Something happening! It worked! I’m happy we met Brok… but… I’m happier we’re leaving this place…
Kratos: It is behind us now. Boy… These tracks…
Atreus: Mm… a boar maybe? Not sure. But I’ll find it.
Kratos: It is important for a warrior to keep his skills sharp.
[They stumble upon a troll Brenna Dauði (Burning Death)]
Kratos: Focus up!
Atreus: Nista! Fire on your right. I’m ready. I’m set.
Kratos: Get back, boy.
Atreus: Need more time. All set. Whoah!
[Kratos and Atreus manages to defeat this monster.]
Atreus: Phew… I’m outta breath.
[For the victory over the troll, Kratos gets a chest… but its locked.]
Kratos: Here. What does it say?
Atreus: The runes symbolise three Nornir.
Atreus: The fates.
Kratos: The fates. No good comes from them.
[Kratos rings three bells with runes on them.]
Atreus: We can open the chest now!
Kratos: Boy… I hear your animal ahead. Shoot when you are ready. Remember… draw to your chest. A wild boar hide is thick.
[Atreus shoots strictly following the instructions of Kratos.]
Atreus: But… I hit it. Didn’t I? I did what you said and it looked like it bounced off. Could the boar be magical?
Kratos: Hunh. What do you think?
Atreus: It looked weirder than any boar I’ve ever seen…
Kratos: Get after it then. Stay alert.
[They find routed camp.]
Atreus: More of those people?
Kratos: Something else.
Atreus: Some of the bodies are those weird dead things. There’s Draugr here too. They must have been fighting?
[At the end of the camp Kratos sees giant piece of a column barricaded the path.]
Kratos: Here. It run under.
Atreus: I got it. Elbow up. Steady hand. Relax… accuracy over speed… YES!
[He hit the boar but it runs away.]
Kratos: Do not lose it.
Witch of the WoodsEdit
[Rejoicing at luck, Atreus runs after the boar, losing his mother’s knife in haste. Kratos picks it up, grumbles and runs after his son. Everything around is suddenly clouded by fog.]
Kratos: Boy! Where are you?
Atreus: Hurry father! I found him!
Atreus: He’s slowing down!
Kratos: Wait for me, boy!
Atreus: Father, over here!
Kratos: Atreus?! Where are you?
Woman’s Voice: WHAT DID YOU DO!?!
Atreus: I’m sorry!
[He starts to run as fast as he can. Getting out on a small clearing, he sees a woman and Atreus. A woman is trying to heal the boar.]
Atreus: We didn’t know he belonged to anyone.
Woman: He doesn’t. He’s my friend.
Kratos: The boy was following my command.
Woman: Then help fix this. Hold here lease. HOLD, I said. He’s losing blood. The last of his kind in all the realm and you shoot him. You needed food?
Atreus: Target practice…
Woman: Target practice…
Atreus: I’m so so sorry…
Woman: Keep that pressure on. The blame is mine. I should have kept a closer eye.
Atreus: Will he die?
Woman: I will not let him. You - the arrow cut a tideway inside him. Find both ends and hold them tightly. Start with the left side. Grab it and hold. Now the right side. Hold it tight. Good. Now pull them together - line them up. Sunnan- þoka.
Atreus: You’re a witch…
Witch: I can’t finish the healing here. My home is just beyond the trees there. You’ll carry him? He must not die. Good. He seems stable and aim for now. Greiða! This way. (to Atreus) That bow’s a little big for you. Isn’t it?
Atreus: My mother made it for me. Said I’d grow into it.
Witch: I’ve never seen you in these woods. She must miss you being away from home.
Atreus: She… she’s dead. We’re taking her ashes to the highest peak in the realms.
Atreus: It was her last wish.
Witch: I’m… sorry for your loss. We’re here.
Atreus: You live in a tree?
Witch: Not in it - below it. Heimili (Home)!
[Giant turtle digs up with a tree on its back.]
Witch: It’s alright.
Atreus: Is he friendly?!
Witch: I promise you he’s safe. He won’t hurt anyone…
[The witch opens the door and Kratos brings the boar inside.]
Witch: Quickly. Place him on the stave there. Keep him still.
Atreus: You live alone?
Witch: It’s better this way.
Atreus: Yeah, my father doesn’t like people either.
Atreus: Well, you don’t.
Witch: Hold him still - before he hurts himself. Good. Easy… rest now… I need two more things. Fresh red root grows just behind the house. Can you pull a cluster?
[Atreus looks at Kratos. He nods. Atreus leave the house.]
Kratos: What else?
Witch: I… I know you’re a god. Not of this realm, but there’s mistaken it. He doesn’t know, does he? About your true nature - or his own?
Kratos: That is none of your concern.
Witch: The gods of these realms don’t take kindly to outsiders. Trust me, I know. When they find you - and they will - they’ll make things difficult. The boy will want answers.
Kratos: That will be my problem.
Witch: Whatever you’re hiding, you cannot protect him forever.
Witch: But you’re right… doesn’t concern me. I also need Lamb’s Cress. Do you mind? It’s a white-petalled flower in my garden just a handful.
Kratos: Lambs Cress…
[He leave the house.]
Atreus: I like her. I mean, she lives under a turtle!
Kratos: You are too open with her. We do not know if she can be trusted.
Atreus: She hasn’t tried to kill us.
[Kratos gathers flowers and returns to Atreus. He tries to pull the root out of the ground.]
Atreus: Can you help? I can’t quite, get it.
Kratos: Would this help?
Atreus: I dropped it…?
Kratos: When you were chasing the animal.
Atreus: What’s wrong with me? If I’d lost it…
Kratos: You did lose it.
Atreus: I’ll take better care of it from now on.
[They return to the Witch.]
Witch: Ah, exactly what I need.
Atreus: So he’s going to live?
Kratos: When we are leaving.
Witch: Wait… Not without thanks.
[A witch dunks her fingers into some kind of salve. Kratos quickly grabs her hand.]
Witch: You want solitude? This mark will hide you from those who might make your journey… difficult.
[Looking threateningly at the witch, Kratos lets her smear his neck.]
Witch: Leyna (Disguise).
[She also smears Atreus’ neck.]
Witch: Leyna (Disguise). Heimili (Home)! There a shortcut below the house that leads safely out of these woods. Follow this path down, then head towards daylight.
Atreus: Will we see you again?
Witch: As much or as little as you like. Now get out of here.
Kratos: Come, boy.
Witch: This underground passage should put you back on your path to the mountain. Just use the boat. And take this… You can use it to orient yourself and navigate the world. It will always steer you towards your goals.
Atreus: I see a boat. Nightmares! Nista! Above you, look out! I’m ready. Nightmares… Mom used to tell me about them. Didn’t think they were actually real.
Atreus: They give people nightmares. Or they ARE nightmares? I don’t remember which. I wish I could ask her.
[Kratos moves giant block of solid stone.]
Atreus: Isn’t that heavy? Doesn’t seem heavy…
Kratos: Do not touch the water.
Kratos: Do you know what is under the surface?
Atreus: No, it’s pitch black.
Kratos: When do not touch the water. Over there!
The Lake of NineEdit
Atreus: Now we’ll get to that mountain quick. I just can’t believe I’m here, doing all this. There was a time I thought I’d never leave our woods. Or even my own bed sometimes.
Kratos: You’ were not to blame for your sickness.
Atreus: Oh. I know. I guess I’m just saying… this is great. There’s the mountain! Look how close we are.
Kratos: We ﬂow into sea water.
Atreus: How do you know?
Kratos: Do you not smell it?
Atreus: If that smell is the sea, the sea stinks. Look at that. It’s Thor…
Kratos: God of Thunder…
Atreus: That’s right! I never thought you listened when mother spoke of the gods.
Kratos: I seldom did. Did he speak of one who could feel no pain?
Atreus: Oh - that sounds like Baldur.
Atreus: An Aesir god. Son of Odin and Frigg.
Kratos: And Odin is king…
Atreus: That’s right. Why do you ask?
[Kratos says nothing. He continues rowing.]
Atreus: I think I see something… just sitting there in the middle of the lake. I see runes there, on his chest. Can’t quite make it out. It reads: “Sacrifice your arms to the centre of the water; awaken again the cradle of the world.” What… throw our weapons into the water? Guess that won’t be a problem for you. Are you gonna do it?
[Kratos stands and throw his axe into the sea.]
Kratos: The axe did not return…
[The lake begins to shake like during a storm.]
Kratos: Hang on, boy!
Kratos: What is this?
[Ancient as stars themselves and huge as mountain serpent appear from the depths.]
Atreus: It’s the World Serpent…
Kratos: Stay calm, boy!
[The serpent starts talking. Its speech is more like a growl from the depths of hell.]
Kratos: It speaks?!
Atreus: Yeah! Mom said he’s friendly!
Kratos: What is it saying?
Atreus: I don’t know! That… that was amazing… Wait… there’s a shipwreck way over there. See that? And there’s the statue of Thor. Except… I can see a lot more of him now.
Kratos: The Water dropped - when the serpent rose.
Atreus: Oooo… that mist be why that beach wasn’t here before. See? And there’s the mountain! Look it - that building leads from the foot of the mountain to that golden temple.
Kratos: It was all just tinder the surface.
Atreus: Except for the statue. Good thing, huh? There’s even dock – there, next to the flag. We’re going to the dock first, right? We’ll be the first people to walk on it in who knows how long!
Kratos: You know of that serpent?
Atreus: He’s one of the Giants - and he’s so big he’s wrapped around the whole world and bites his own tail.
Kratos: An exaggeration.
Atreus: I dunno… looked pretty big to me. You want to dock here? Nista! Ready. Yeah, take that! That wasn’t so bad. It some kind of drawing… maybe a map? Ooooh maybe a TREASURE map! Hey, that could be valuable… How long you think this has been here?
Kratos: A very long time…
Atreus: Is this the way the mountain?
Kratos: It would seem.
Brok: If it isn't the bearded beefer and his sac-seed! Have I got something for you two…
Atreus: Brok? But how did you -
Brok: None of yer fuckin’ business. Now get in here. I got something for ya! And don’t go makin’ pigeyes at my spot… I saw it first!
Atreus: Okay… (to Kratos) What do you think he wants?
Kratos: To test our patience.
Brok: When word gets out about my new shop, folks’ll finally come outta hiding. They’ll be clawing all over each other just to catch a whiff of my wares - you watch!
Atreus: Wait - aren’t we talking to Brok?
Brok: You rush around like that everywhere? Yeesh. Catch!
[He throws Kratos some blue glowing rock.]
Brok: The pile of ﬂocks there - with that Key of Yggdrasil, you can open a magic door to the branches of the World Tree - a shortcut ’tween the realms. If y’ever see ’em out in the world, use it to get back to me quick. But it’s only one-way - straight back here and nowhere else. Whatever you do, never, never, EVER, never, ever, ever, ever, ever throw yourself over the edge of the path… lest you want death.
Atreus: Yeah. I don’t see us wanting that.
[Kratos decides to buy some upgrades.]
Brok: What’s it gonna be this time? What can I gotcha, you little fart? Got somethin’ else in mind? You got a fine deal there. That oughta keep ’em from hackin’ bits off ya. Was that all there is…? Come on in, then. So much for peace & quiet… Wear it proudly, ya sumbitch. You hittin’ the road or chewin’ the fat!
Kratos: Atreus, to me.
Atreus: I’m coming. I’m coming.
[They go up some platform…]
Atreus: What is this?
Kratos: A horn. Here is the end.
Atreus: Can we blow into it?
Kratos: Without knowing the outcome?
Atreus: Well. We usually push every button and pull every lever we see!
Kratos: Outcomes we can predict. No, this is something else. We must develop your instincts.
Atreus: Here we go. Nista! Watch it! Tell me when… Behind you, look out! Watch your back!
Kratos: With luck, that tower leads through to the mountain.
Atreus: I’m ready. Hm. I don’t know these runes. If we find a cipher, I bet I could figure it out. What was that?! I’m ready. Nista! This one, father! At the ready.
Kratos: Another one here.
Atreus: Look. It’s the World Serpent. He’s so much bigger than I imagined. Oh, look, he bit Thor! Or… will bite him, looks like…
[A pool of poison blocks their way.]
Atreus: What is that? Smells awful…
Atreus: Whoah, it’s a Tatzelwurm! Watch out! I’m ready. Hey… it’s a fragment of a language cipher. We should look for more like this. What were those things? They smelled awful.
Kratos: Your mother called them “scorn poles.” Poison magic. She was the one who showed me how to disable them.
Atreus: It’s just funny to think of her teaching you something.
The Other Half Of The BrandEdit
[They leave the caves.]
Atreus: Whoa… Sure is foggy here. Another dwarf. Should we -
Kratos: No. He is of no consequence.
Dwarf: Excuse me, but… how did you come by that axe?
Kratos: That is my concern alone.
Dwarf: And while I won’t dispute that… I know that blade. It was one of ours. But we didn’t make it for you.
Kratos: Step aside.
Dwarf: I can’t. See, the woman we made it for… I was, well, I’am… quite fond of her. And I would be somewhat… displeased if it turns out that… you did something to her.
Atreus: It was my mother’s. She left it to father before she died.
Dwarf: Faye’s dead? I’m… very, very sorry to hear that. She was a fierce warrior… and a good woman. Okay… I will make improvements to the axe.
Atreus: But… nobody asked you to…
Dwarf: Well, it’s true but… But knowing your mother, she would have insisted I repair that act of vandalism perpetrated against her axe by my brother.
Atreus: I knew it! You are Brok’s brother. The other half of the brand’s here…
Kratos: The blue one is your brother?
Dwarf: Yes, though my talents are vastly superior. No boast - swear to Faye.
[Kratos threatenly pulls out his axe.]
Kratos: Do not undo his work. Improve upon it only.
Dwarf: Yeeeah… but can you put it down over there?
Dwarf: That handle is filthy… Okay then… I’ll just… I will just… Ugh… is that dried blood?
Atreus: So what were you working on?
Dwarf: Oh, that… I call it the “Sky Mover.” Just up that mountain waits a treasure trove “rare resource.” Once I mine it, I’ll need a way to bring it all down…
Atreus: And you know how to fix it?
Dwarf: Not even a little.
[Kratos buys some upgrades and they leave Sindri’s shop.]
Atreus: You think all dwarves are as weird as Brok and Sindri?
Atreus: Wonder why they don’t get along anymore. I mean, they’re family…
Kratos: That this is there matter alone, boy.
[Kratos start climbing.]
Atreus: I can’t tell… Are we getting closer to the mountain?
Kratos: We are.
[They encounter Poison Revenant.]
Atreus: She really didn’t want anyone to open that, huh? But why let a deadly curse stop you? These Revenants don’t quit! Father, you’re REALLY hurt! Hold on! You’ll be okay. Father, watch out! Nista! Tell me when… You’re not looking good! Poison! Nista! Father! Woah! Another Revenant! Nista! Watch out Father!
Kratos: Take her down, boy!
Atreus: Can’t yet. I’m set. Nista! You don’t look too good Father, watch out! Look out Father! Nista! I’m ready.
Kratos: Your arrows!
Atreus: Watch out! One left! Nista! All set. You don’t look too good. Ready. I can get her, just say the word! Watch the poison! Nista! I can’t yet. Careful! This is locked up good. Do you think for this last leg up the mountain that maybe I can carry her?
Kratos: I told you, no.
Atreus: Why? She meant more to me than you anyway.
Atreus: I just meant… I spent more time with her You were off hunting a lot.
Kratos: It would serve you to stop talking.
Atreus: These wolves look kinda sick. Eww! Eat dirt! Watch out Father! Yeah, take that! Nista! Glad that’s over.
[Suddenly a giant troll attacks our heroes. The troll tells something to Kratos, but no one understands it.]
Atreus: Let him GO!
Kratos: Ready yourself.
Atreus: Watch ‘em! Watch your back. Back off! Found a healing stone! You okay? Behind you, watch out! Do it now! Look out behind you! That one’s down! Father, no! Watch ’em! Behind you! Right flank! Look out behind you! Look out behind you! Behind you, watch out! Father, get up! Careful! From behind! Behind you, look out! On your left! Take this! Look out! On your left! Father, you’re hurt! Watch out Father! Behind you! You gonna be okay? Watch out! Watch your back! Enemy down! Watch ’em! Look out Father! At the ready. Watch out! Need a healing stone? Watch ‘em! An Ogre?! Here? Who built this place? Whoa… I can see why Mom wanted us to bring her here.
Atreus: Wonder if Sindri knows his “Sky Mover” is tangled with roots up here?
Kratos: I doubt it.
Atreus: So how’s he going to get it to work?
Kratos: I do not care.
The Black BreathEdit
[They go further and notice the dense black smoke on the bridge leading to the top of the mountain.]
Atreus: Is that… smoke?
Kratos: Stay back, boy. We must find another way up.
Atreus: The witch. Wish she was here. I bet she could get us past this.
Witch: My magic is useless against the Black Breath, and there’s no way around it. Odin saw to that long ago.
Atreus: What are you doing here?
Witch: Making sure you can finish your journey.
Kratos: Why wait to warn us?
Witch: I was busy saving my friend, if you remember..
Witch: The Black Breath is a corruption of magic even I can’t dispel. Only the pure Light of Alfheim is strong enough to break through it. But that road ts long. What does the goal mean to you?
Atreus: It’s everything.
Witch: Follow me.
Kratos: Why help us?
Witch: Maybe I see more of myself in you than I’m willing to admit. Maybe… maybe by helping you, I’ll make up for a lifetime of mistakes. Or maybe I just like you.
Atreus: Even though we shot your friend?
Witch: Even though you shot my friend, yes.
Kratos: Where must we go?
Witch: To a realm beyond your own…
[THE PATH TO THE MOUNTAIN COMPLETED.]
A REALM BEYONDEdit
Atreus: We’re going to another realm?! Are you coming with us?
Kratos: Only for a little while.
Witch: Only for a little while. We’ll use this. Greiða!
Atreus: Can’t. Sindri said it was broken.
Kratos: The dwarf at the foot of these hills.
Atreus: He was fixing it when we got here.
Witch: No one was there when I passed by. Perhaps he finished? Dwarves are awfully resourceful.
Kratos: And irritating, based on the two we have met.
Witch: That too. Just give that a turn. There. See? Týr’s Temple is at the centre of the lake. It is from there we travel to Alfheim. Thankfully, it’s no longer under water.
Kratos: Why is that creature in the bay?
Witch: No one knows. He just appeared one day. Soon after, Thor attacked and their battle could be felt across all the realms. Ultimately, it ended in a stalemate and Thor returned to Odin empty-handed. The Serpent stayed and grew so large he now spans all of Midgard.
Atreus: See! Told you…
Witch: They’ve hated each other ever since… destined to kill each other come Ragnarok.
Atreus: You believe in Ragnarok?
Witch: I dearly wish I didn’t, child.
Atreus: You know… we actually talked to the World Serpent.
Witch: You did?
Kratos: An exaggeration.
Atreus: I’m good with languages… even ones I’ve never heard before. But when he talks, I can’t understand any of it!
Witch: Sadly no one can. He speaks a dead tongue.
Atreus: Oh. Must be lonely.
Witch: Watch your step. Just along here.
Atreus: You sure? We came through here before and there’s no way back across. See?
Witch: Is that so? Let me show you something. Are you watching? Ljósta!
Atreus: What? It’s solid!
Witch: Elven architecture. My bowstring was soaked in the Light of Alfheim. It can now reawaken the magic of the Elves.
Atreus: Wait… it won’t just disappear, will it?
Witch: Not as long as the light shines free. This way.
Atreus: I want one. Those roots— what kind of magic is that?
Witch: It’s Vanir.
Atreus: From Vanaheim?
Witch: You know of it?
Atreus: Just stories. Mother didn’t say much about the Vanir gods, just that they’re always at war with the Aesir. Guess compared to Odin & Thor, they’re the good guys.
Kratos: There are no “good” gods, boy. Thought I taught you that.
Witch: Those runes are of Muspelheim, the fire realm No place for children, even brave ones. The tongue of Niflheim. A foul place of ice and mists… and Dwarven mischief. Týr’s Temple. Built with help from the Giants, Great Týr used it to travel the nine realms and keep the peace between them.
Atreus: Doesn’t seem very peaceful. Everywhere we go, we’re attacked. Especially by dead things.
Witch: The risen dead grow ever more numerous. Once, the roads and trails would have been full of people. Now, all have hid or fled save for the reavers savage enough to survive in such a world. Make a right at the bottom of these stairs.
Atreus: Another one of those light crystals.
Witch: Wait there while I reawaken the light. Ljósta!
Atreus: That did it. What are we doing exactly?
Witch: Mending the disrepair. Start by lifting that axle. Good! Now push it back into place. Now realign the wheel onto the track. Perfect! Now push the bridge along the track.
Atreus: Whuh-? The whole entire bridge is turning! How ts the whole entire bridge turning? Boy. You’re really strong.
Witch: Just keep pushing until the bridge reaches its first position. Tired yet?
Atreus: He’s always been really strong! So about the dead… we heard someone call them “Hel-Walkers”. But what are they?
Witch: They are poor, restless souls, denied their judgment and their peace.
Atreus: By what? Could Vanir magic raise the dead?
Witch: It could, once, but this is no spell. This plague of dead is but a symptom of a world out of balance. Something, or someone, has meddled with powerful forces. That its all I know for sure. That’s perfect! Come back up! We’re ready now!
Atreus: That was impressive. You didn’t hurt your back, did you?
Kratos: I did not hurt my back.
Witch: Through these doors.
Atreus: Wait. So did the Giants or the Elves build Týr’s temple?
Witch: All the races helped with its construction. It was the last great act of cooperation between the real before peace disappeared for good.
Atreus: Ah, more of those. Good.
Atreus: Your bowstring stopped glowing.
Witch: Its power is now depleted. Only a few nocks of magic remained in the bowstring, and we used them Your bow please. Once you claim the Light of Alfheim, infuse the bowstring with its power. Don’t forget!
Atreus: You talk like you’re not coming with us.
Witch: I’ll try but measures were taken to keep me trapped in Midgard.
Witch: The gods don’t care for me much.
Atreus: Is this it?
Witch: This temple has been asleep, underwater, for almost a hundred and fifty winters. It needs only the light of the Bifröst to reawaken.
Realm Travel RoomEdit
Atreus: Those roots don’t look like your magic.
Witch: They aren’t. These roots are part of the great World Tree, and make travel between the realms possible. Approach the table.
Kratos: How does it work?
Witch: You will need this — a Bifröst — to create travel between realms. It can capture, hold, and transfer the Light of Alfheim. Place the Bifröst there.
Kratos: What now?
Witch: Give it a moment. The temple needs time to wake up from its long slumber. It is from this room and this room alone— that you will be able to cross between realms. What you see before you represents the temple in which we stand, as well as the realm towers that encircle the Lake of Nine outside. All the realms exist in the same physical space, reflections of each other. These doors, the towers outside, and the nine realms are all intertwined and co-existing on the branches of the World Tree— separated only by the Bifröst light of Alfheim. This place can focus and control that light.
Atreus: And is this the World Tree?
Witch: Only an artistic representation of it. No, the Yggdrasill is much, much more than this. The Tree of Life is bound to the fate of the world, just as we are bound to it. The tree nourishes our soils. The dew from its leaves feeds our valleys and rivers. The tree’s very existence supports all of creation along its boughs its life energy interwoven into the tapestry of life… birth, growth, death, and rebirth… every strand, transcending time, transcending space. Everything comes back to the tree. So… that’s how it works. But I’m guessing you were looking for a more practical answer.
Witch: Very well… The bridge you pushed outside is currently positioned to lead to the realm of Vanaheim. Instead, turn the wheel to our actual destination—Alfheim.
Atreus: Wait, is this moving the big bridge outside?
Witch: Yes. The wheel turns the bridge, and the bridge aligns to the different realm towers on the lake out
Atreus: Wait… there’s no tower on this one.
Witch: And that’s why realm travel to Jötunheim is impossible. Without a tower for the bridge to lock into, the sequence can’t begin. Every realm has a travel rune that unlocks the bridge to that realm. I’m giving you the one for Alfheim. Now you can lock in your destination. We’re ready. Remember to take the Bifröst you don’t want to lose that. Now the realm travel bridge will align, and the realm between realms will open. See that giant crystal? Each realm has a corresponding one that focuses and amplifies the power of the Bifröst, opening the bridge to that realm. That’s why realm travel is only possible from this room.
Atreus: What about that one realm tower missing from the lake?
Witch: The Jötunheim tower disappeared from all realms over a hundred winters ago, when the Giants vanished from Midgard. Where the tower went and how they moved it remain a mystery.
[A REALM BEYOND COMPLETED.]
Atreus: It didn’t work. We’re still here.
Witch: Follow me.
Kratos: The Bifröst is dark.
Witch: This trip was its last use. There’s no going back until it’s replenished with the Light of Alfheim.
Kratos: So we are trapped.
Witch: Someone of your ability should have little trouble getting back to Midgard.
Atreus: And we’ll be able to make that Black Breath go away?
Witch: With the captured Light of Alfheim, yes. Welcome to Alfheim, gentlemen. Think you can… spot… The light. I can barely see it. Something’s wrong. See that column of light on the horizon? It’s housed in the heart of a ringed temple. We’ll find what we need there. No, no, no, no, no. Dammit, not yet…
[She’s sucked back to Midgard.]
Atreus: What’s happening—?!
Witch: To restore the Bifröst’s magic, you must step into The Light. But be very careful not to get caught up by it.
Atreus: She’s not dead, is she?
Kratos: Not likely. Come.
Atreus: Look at this place…
Kratos: Stay by me. Touch nothing.
THE LIGHT OF ALFHEIMEdit
Atreus: Okay what. That stuffs strong… Is there something glowing inside that knot? (gasps) I think you killed it. Whoa… What’s that about?
Kratos: Not our concern, boy. Focus. Boy. What does it say?
Atreus: Hm… something about an “eternal war for the light.” I don’t get it - if both sides need it, why not just share it.
Kratos: Greed. You will find it a common cause for war.
Atreus: They keep murdering the Light Elves.
Kratos: It is war… the end of one. The robed ones lost.
Atreus: Oh. Watch your back! Behind you, enemy fire! I’m set. At the ready. What are they attacking us for? We didn’t do anything.
Kratos: Hmph. More will come.
Atreus: Ugh… Where’s this stuff even come from? Yeah! Did you say something?
Atreus: Oh. Okay. At least we’re getting closer to the light. Another cipher piece! I’ll see what I can fit together. Wait… is that Sindri?
Kratos: How are you here before us, dwarf? We were told our path was the only one between realms.
Sindri: It may be the only way for you to travel. But we dwarves are full of surprises.
Kratos: That is not an answer.
Sindri: Ah, hang onto that sense of wonder! There’s so little mystery once you’ve amassed the wealth of arcane knowledge that I have. Where to comb the realms for exotic resources, how to craft them into creations that defy imagination… to the novice I’m sure it all seems like magic. Oh, alright, it’s magic are you happy now?
[Kratos buys some upgrades.]
Sindri: What speaks to you? You probably shouldn’t let my brother lay hands on it again, but if he does. tell him to temper his steel longer he’s warping the bit-work. Anything you need, young sir… aaand we’re back to you. What a surprise. I don’t suppose you could try keeping that clean… Wear it in good health. Pssst… how about you, young one? If you’re not in a hurry…
Atreus: Look, there’s a boat tangled up over there. Boat’s free!
[Kratos pushes the boat to the water.]
Atreus: What’d you say?
Kratos: I said nothing.
[They board the boat and sail away.]
Kratos: Did your mother speak of this realm?
Atreus: Not much. Just that since the Elves were always fighting over the Light, it kept them isolated. Huh?
Kratos: Again, I said nothing.
Atreus: Weird. Could have sworn you said some—AARGH!
Kratos: What is it, boy?
Atreus: Voices. You don’t hear that?
Kratos: I hear nothing.
Atreus: It’s going away now. Lots of voices… Angry. You really didn’t hear that?
Atreus: It felt… evil. Look. Should we try talking to them?
Atreus: But maybe they need help.
Kratos: They do not stop us, so they do not concern us.
Atreus: But maybe—
Kratos: They do not concern us.
Lake of LightEdit
Atreus: Look at that… that must be the ringed temple. It’s sad the Elves can’t work things out. Alfheim’s such a beautiful place, but…
Atreus: Look, they have sand bowls in Alfheim too!
Kratos: What does it ask?
Atreus: “Without me or within me death is sure / Yet within you I am life most pure.” But… I don’t see any runes around here.
Kratos: We must find it. Back to the boat.
Atreus: It’s sad the Elves can’t work things out. Alfheim’s such a beautiful place, but… war makes it ugly.
Kratos: You see with the eyes of a child. In war, a soldier sees beauty only in the blood of his enemy. The rest of him is lost - sometimes never to return.
Atreus: You… know about war, don’t you…
Kratos: Wars are fought for two things… survival, or advantage. Battles may be won by the better soldier. Wars are won by those who are willing to sacrifice everything to ensure victory.
Atreus: The blue door - that’s going to be at the entrance. Let’s go!
Kratos: Atreus, follow me.
Atreus: Be right there! Above you, watch out! Ready. Watch out! Yeah! Watch out Father! Tell me when… Got ’em! Behind you! I’m set. I don’t think so! Watch ’em! It’s locked magically… Sindri said… mother was a warrior. Was she in a war too?
Kratos: Of a sort. Her family was decimated by hostile rivals, and she alone survived. She walked the warrior’s path, but her war was to live on. To brave an unforgiving world alone.
Atreus: And that’s why she asked Sindri and Brok to make her the Axe?
Kratos: She had the strength to wield such a weapon, and the wisdom to use it for good. She found purpose in protecting the weak.
Atreus: The blue door that’s gotta be the entrance. Let’s go!
Kratos: Careful, boy.
Atreus: What are they doing? The bridge is gone. They covered the crystal with that stuff. Why?
Kratos: To prevent reinforcements.
Atreus: (gasps) Nista! On your right, incoming fire! At the ready. Look out! Behind you! All set. Nista!
Kratos: Well done.
Atreus: Need more time. I’m ready. Look out behind you! You look hurt! Coming! They got lucky. Only one more! Maybe we can fix the bridge from down there? Okay so that did something… I think? No! Get up! Okay so that did something… I think? Fire, incoming! From behind! Got ’em! Behind you, watch out!
Atreus: Okay so that did something… I think? Look out Father! Right on target! Careful! Got ‘em! Nista! What is their problem with us?
Kratos: We do not belong here.
Atreus: Wait. Combined together like that… they kind of look like a rune. But it doesn’t make sense…
Kratos: Come. Back to the sand bowl.
Atreus: Father! The pillars and ring form an elvish rune!
Kratos: What does it ask?
Atreus: “Without me or within me death is sure / Yet within you I am life most pure.” Yep—it’s “water” all right. Aaah!
Atreus: It was the voices again… but different voices. Less angry. They were asking for help.
Kratos: We are here for the Light I do not care who they are nor what they want.
Atreus: You never care about anything…
Kratos: You have something to say?
Atreus: No… Logr. What’s happening? Woahhh… look what we found! Father…
Atreus: The voices I heard, I… it was hard to make out… but way in the back I’m pretty sure I heard… mother.
Kratos: That is not possible.
Atreus: But I know what I heard-
Kratos: Atreus. Enough.
[Kratos and Atreus encounter new enemy - flying Dark Elf with spear.]
Atreus: He looks different. Look at those horns.
Kratos: Behind me, boy.
Atreus: That can’t be good. Watch ’em! Father! I’m set. Fire, incoming! Right flank! On your left! You need to find a healing stone! Father, get up! Fire, incoming! I’ll knock him down! Yea! Yea!
Kratos: Stay away from those cages.
Atreus: Wonder why they’re locked up.
Kratos: Be ready.
Atreus: What? Nista! Tell me when… Hope that was worth it. Can we keep moving? I think this is something.
Kratos: Atreus, to me.
Atreus: Father, over here. Phew… I’m ready… I’m ready… Fire, incoming! Careful! Watch out! Enemy down! Nista! Stay down! I’m ready. You gonna be okay? Think that side hallway will get us to the temple?
Kratos: We will find out.
Atreus: You were wrong back there.
Atreus: I know mother’s voice better than anyone. It was her.
Kratos: She is gone, boy. Speak no more of this.
Kratos: Atreus, follow me.
Atreus: Sorry I got distracted.
[When heroes going a little further the Dark Elf flies up and grabs Atreus.]
Atreus: Get off him!
[Two Elves are trying to hold Kratos down. He explodes with Spartan rage and break their bones using his bare hands. After that he begins to crush the wall, trying to get to Atreus.]
Kratos: Hold on, boy! Fight!
Atreus: Get away from me!
Kratos: Run, boy!
[Seeing that he cannot cope with such a monster, the Dark Elf flies away. Kratos crushes several more enemies and saves Atreus.]
Atreus: No way across here. Too bad the witch’s bowstring doesn’t work anymore.
Atreus: Hey, you sure the witch is okay? I’d hate to think she died helping us.
Kratos: She knew what she was doing.
Atreus: Okay. Ugh! More of it.
Kratos: If we cut enough away, the bridge above us should re-appear.
Kratos: Expect resistance.
Atreus: Right. Nista! I’m set. Tell me when… It’s one of the Ancients! How do you kill something made of rock?
Kratos: You find its weak point.
Atreus: There. His weak spot’s open! Fire, incoming! Whoah, I can’t believe that worked! Dark Elf, watch him! Nista! Finally… I see something up there. You’re freezing it first! Smart! That did it! We brought the main bridge back!
Kratos: We must find a way up.
Atreus: Huh… guess the light makes more than bridges. Maybe this will spit us out on top. Look! The blue door! We made it.
Kratos: The door. There is no seam. We have a problem. These doors do not open.
Atreus: Hello? I don’t get it. Why even have a door then? Hellooo?
Kratos: Come. We will find another way in. More of those bells.
Atreus: A Nornir chest must be nearby. Alright!
Kratos: That dwarf again.
Atreus: Sindri? Hey Sindri, we found something interesting.
Sindri: Oh really? I love something interesting. WHOA - you killed an Ancient?
Sindri: Was it… difficult?
Sindri: Is that… all you’re going to give me?
Atreus: Do you really make that axe for my mother?
Sindri: Oh, I’d recognize it anywhere. Ask me, one of our best. Infused with the echoing screams of twenty frost trolls. Give or take.
Atreus: But why her? How did you know her?
Sindri: She sought us out, in the beginning. She was… a special woman. She wanted to protect people. I suppose we thought it was a chance to give power to someone who’d use it for good. She even spoke our native tongue. She’d say, “Madurinn seem gengur eigin vegum hans…” (A madman walks his own path…)
Atreus: …gengur einn. (…alone.)
Sindri: That’s right! That’s impressive. I see a lot of her in your eyes, you know.
Atreus: Thanks, Sind-
Sindri: Don’t touch me!
Atreus: What? I didn’t! I won’t. I’ll come back later…
[Kratos buys some upgrades from Sindri.]
Sindri: Where shall we begin? And what do you have your eye on? Ah, what shall it be? Well that’s something. Master Atreus! How may I serve? So, that brings you around, friends? Um, I don’t suppose you could try keeping that clean… What, no? No, just a, it was a question. I’m fine, I’m fine… The secret to any craft is in the fine details… A fine piece of work, I say so myself. Until we meet again, my friends.
[Not far from Sindri’s forge, they find another drawing board.]
Kratos: Look here. Another.
Atreus: Hm… These Giants’s a sorceress. Her name is “Gróa"… Looks like she has visions. Did Odin kill her for her book?
Kratos: This way.
[Kratos finds a hole in the wall. They crawl inside the building.]
Atreus: Whoa! Now that’s impressive. We’re inside.
Kratos: There. The light.
Atreus: They’ve covered it up with that stuff… why would they do that? Look… another Light Elf. What’s he doing? Oh no! Why are they killing him? He didn’t do anything.
Kratos: Do not assume. You are seeing the end of a war, boy. You do not know what led to this moment.
Atreus: But he didn’t even defend himself.
Kratos: It was his choice. We make ours.
Atreus: What now?
Kratos: The light is near. Look for a way inside.
[Kratos kills a few enemies and slices up some kind of muscle.]
Atreus: That did it! Look - more light bridges!
Kratos: Follow me.
[Another “muscle” is choped down.]
Atreus: You are restoring all the pathways… I don’t think we’re supposed to be in here.
Kratos: (whispering) Quiet.
Atreus: Did you hear that?
Kratos: Stay alert and by my side.
Atreus: Hey… when we make it to the light, How do you think we get it in the Bifröst?
Kratos: The witch said to step into it.
Atreus: She did?
Kratos: When she was ripped away from this realm.
Atreus: Oh. How’d I miss that?
Kratos: You were more concerned with her safety than our goal.
[Someone attacks Kratos from behind.]
Kratos: (shutting the mouth of the attacking enemy) Quiet! I have him. Your knife boy!
[Atreus stabs his knife in the enemy’s head.]
Atreus: That was close.
Kratos: Do not stray from me, boy.
Atreus: You don’t gonna tell me. Ecch. It’s so… sticky. Another one!
Kratos: Stay back!
Atreus: The light…
Kratos: Shhh… Yes - we are near our goal. But we must be careful. Understand?
Atreus: Got it.
Kratos: There. When it falls, be ready. We will need to move quickly.
[He cut down the “muscle”.]
Kratos: Jump, boy!
Atreus: Right! Look out!
Kratos: Here they come! Stay behind me and protect our flank!
Atreus: Yes, sir! Nista! That one’s down! There’s so many!
Kratos: Keep shooting, boy! I will clear out path!
Atreus: Okay. Ready and waiting. Nista!
Kratos: Shorten the time between your volleys!
Atreus: What happened to “accuracy over speed?!"
Kratos: There are too many targets - you will not miss!
Atreus: They’re everywhere!!
Kratos: A narrow path negates superior numbers. Stay focused!
Atreus: We’re almost there! That’s the last one! Hurry!
[Kratos cut down the last “muscle.” Everything begins to crumble.]
[They fall from a huge height. Kratos is grouped in the fall, and the impact is mostly on him.]
Kratos: Are you injured?
Atreus: I’m fine. Wow… it’s beautiful… The light… it’s making the whole temple reappear. It’s the source of all of it. Wait - it’s… it’s singing. I hear… I hear her. I told you I heard her! do you think she’s in there?
[He tries to touch the light.]
Atreus: Ahh! Aah… That really hurt. Felt like my hand was on fire…
Kratos: Stay here.
Atreus: But I want to go --
Kratos: Stay. Here.
[He’s handing over his axe to Atreus.]
Kratos: Only use it as a last resort.
Atreus: You’re given me your axe?
Kratos: I am letting you hold my axe. It is not a gift.
[Not without effort, Kratos enters the pillar of light. He gets into the black and white world like in God of War III.]
Kratos: What is this-?
[He hears singing. A bag of his wife’s ashes flies away.]
Atreus: (voice) You have to come back. You left me here alone.
Atreus: …alone with him. He always leaves. He’s never here. He doesn’t want me and never will. I don’t know him and he doesn’t know me. Doesn’t seem to want to. I’m strong. I’m smart. I am not what he thinks I am. I know better. He doesn’t talk to me. Doesn’t teach me. It should have been him. Do you hear me? Him… not you. Except… I don’t mean that. You know I love him. I just wish he was better. I know he can be. So if he tries… I’ll try. But if he doesn’t… please come back. I know you are out there somewhere.
[Someone pulls him out…]
Kratos:Wait… Come back!
[Apparently it was Atreus who pulled him out.]
Kratos: NO!!!… NO! What have you done? Why did you do that?
Atreus: I saved you! You were trapped in there. I waited and I waited but you wouldn’t come out… So I pulled you out!
Kratos: I was gone only…
[He sees PILES of dead enemies. Atreus takes his knife out of one of them and cleans it.]
Atreus: NO. You’ve been gone a long, (cough) long time! I didn’t know what to do. You left me here. AGAIN. Why don’t you care?
Kratos: I… That’s impossible.
Atreus: We should go before they come back. I hope you got what you needed.
Atreus: Look! There’s our exit, but there’s no light to make a bridge. We’re trapped. And the witch’s bowstring as useless.
Kratos: Boy… your bow. Hold it out.
[He charges the bowstring with his Bifröst.]
Kratos: On my mark, loose your arrow into the stone.
Atreus: It worked…
Kratos: We can now make our way back. Come…
[Kratos picks up the crystal and looks for a place to put it.]
Atreus: You gonna carry that everywhere?
Kratos: I just might.
Oh look. The blue door that’s not a door… and a sand bowl. But how do you expect me to reach it?
Kratos: (looking at a symbol) What does this mean? Remember the shape.
Atreus: Yeah, I know…
Kratos: Go ahead.
Atreus: “Greatest man nor tallest tree / Begins as any more than me.” Yeah - it’s “seed.” Stupid riddles… So it’s a door after all.
[Kratos uses his powerful muscles to open the door. The room is filling with Light Elves, but it is not entirely clear whether they are alive or just spirits. Atreus smiles joyfully. Kratos walks to Sindri.]
Sindri: You boys look like you are nearing up for quite the journey. There’s an abandoned temple in Midgard of that fellow Dwarf converted to his personal storeroom. Packed it with all sorts of treasures he collected and during his travels throughout the realms.
Atreus: Throughout the realms? Which ones did he go to? What did he collect?
Sindri: Fafnir was a… shall we say, “aggressive” collector of magical artifacts. The more he acquired, the more he desired. Is there was no realm too dangerous, no relic too hazardous. He once ventured deep into Niflheim for a whetstone, of all things! Huh. I bet that was quite the whetstone…
Kratos: Does this story have a point?
Sindri: Yes it does! I just happen to have an entry stone to Fafnir’s Storeroom! You might find something useful in there.
Atreus: Neat! Thanks, Sindri!
Sindri: You’re very welcome! Oh, and… if you find that whetstone… well… It sure would be nice of you to bring it to me!
Back to the boatEdit
[They’re going to the pier.]
Atreus: Great. The one with the horns is back. What does he want now? I hate that guy.
Kratos: He will be back.
Atreus: Oh no… the boat isn’t here - it’s still back out of the other side of the lake.
Kratos: Then we go back the way we came. The lift.
Atreus: We’re really gonna go back down here again?
Kratos: Do you see any other way?
[After they descend to the lower tier, the upper shutters close.]
Atreus: Great. Now I can barely see.
Kratos: There is light. Make do.
Atreus: Finally. We can use of the same sand bowl that brought us down the first time. I want to get out of here.
[Kratos is being attacked by the same horny elf. His name is Svartáljoffur (Black Suit?). Kratos beats him to death. Before he dies, a horny elf says something in his language.]
Atreus: No. It can’t be.
Kratos: What did it say?
Atreus: That we made a “grave mistake.” Did we help the wrong side?
Atreus: Let me guess… you’re going to be smug and say you told me we shouldn’t get involved.
Kratos: That is enough!
Atreus: Can we go now?
Kratos: Do you remember the answer?
Atreus: Yeah yeah.
[He draw the symbol in the sand bowl.]
Atreus: (mocking Kratos) “Boy… read this. Boy… what’s that say?” Only time you want to talk to me is when you need something.
Kratos: Do you want to tell me something?
Atreus: I said the only time you care to talk to me is when you need me to translate for you. If Mom was here-
Kratos: If your mother was still alive, we would not be here at all. Atreus -
Atreus: Forget it.
[They get to the boat and continue their Journey.]
A Frank ConversationEdit
Atreus: So… Was she in the light?
Atreus: You know.
Kratos: (after a pause) No. She was not there.
Atreus: Not like you would even care if she was…
Kratos: (angerly) Mind your tongue, boy! (calmly) Until our journey is over, one of us must remain focused. Do not mistake my silence for lack of grief! Mourn how you wish, leave me to my own.
Atreus: I’m sorry. I didn’t realise…
Kratos: No… Why would you? You do not know my ways. I know it has not been easy. In the light… I felt only moments pass. If that is of some comfort to you.
Atreus: That’s… good to know. Really. So… Should we go back to Midgard? Face the Black Breath? Or do you think there is more to see in this realm? Father? You ever know anyone else who heard voices?
Kratos: I knew desperate men at sea who, when our supplies run dry, would quench their thirst by drinking seawater. They swore the sirens - evil creatures singing to them from nearby islands - were in fact their wives and daughters, calling them home. They endangered of the crew, steering us towards the reefs.
Atreus: How did you fix them?
Kratos: We threw them overboard.
Atreus: Oh. Well, good thing I didn’t drink any seewater, right…?
Kratos: Yes it is.
[They’re docking near some forest.]
Sindri: You’re back! I see you’ve been busy.
Kratos: How observant.
Sindri: I am known for my attention to detail. Be careful where you’re going. There’s nobody nice out here anymore since all of the people left. I mean, I hate to generalise, but, umm, mostly if they just try to kill you.
Atreus: Good tip. Father… I have a confession to make. All of those who voices in my head… well, this wasn’t the first time. Back when we met Brok… She warned me about something hiding in the trees. That’s why she didn’t want to cross.
Kratos: She told you?
Atreus: Well… I could just feel what she was feeling… what is she was afraid of.
Kratos: Mmm. It happens again you tell me. Understand?
Atreus: I promise.
[They’re going back to the bridge between the worlds.]
Atreus: It’s crazy to think that all of the realms exist in the same space, one on top of the another. It’s like this room lets us travel without moving!
Atreus: Brok! We just came back from another realm and we met your brother. Wait - not in that order.
Brok: Did you let seed-sop put hand to your blade? Do you do know he lost his talent, right? Just up and left him one day- tried taking me down with him. Did he botch up our girl?
Kratos: Quite the opposite…
[He pulls out his axe and puts it on the table in front of Brok. He examines it.]
Brok: Hm… well, even a blind pig farts up a truffle now and again. But do you know what really counts? Consistency. And I got that comin’ outta ALLA my parts.
Kratos: What did you do?
Brok: It’s better. Good. Now when you are done gawkin’, I got a favor to ask.
Kratos: What is it, dwarf?
Brok: There’s this Alchemist, Andvari, been workin’ outta the Völunder Mines. Haven’t heard from him in mebbe, oh I dunno… a hundred winters or so? Probably dead, but uh, mebbe you can find him. He’s Dwarven like me. Wears a fancy green ring. Owes me a favor. You’ll look?
Kratos: If is it on our path…
Brok: Oh I see how it is. Not somethin’ fer nuthin’ type, are you? Fine! If ya find Andvari, I’ll make him whip ya up something special.This entry stone here oughtta get you inside those mines. I need that Alchemist for something I’m stewing up for you.If’n you’re smart, you’ll find him.
[Kratos going outside.]
Kratos: Do you remember the way back to the Black Breath?
Atreus: Of course. We need to walk across the bridge to the Vanaheim tower. Are we going to the Black Breath? Or exploring? Your choice.
[They’re getting on the boat and sailing on Lake of Nine.]
Atreus: Did you see something out there? That tower…
Kratos: I see no tower.
Atreus: Maybe I’m seeing things… I wish we could have gone on a trip like this with Mother. She could fight, couldn’t she?
Kratos: Yes. She fought… beautifully.
[They come to the mines. Brok meets them at the entrance.]
Brok: You scare up that Alchemist what needed finding? What realm you gents shakin’ off? Lemme guess… Alfheim?
Atreus: How’d you guess?
Brok: I’d know that smell anywhere. Used to spend my fair share of time there but, uh, I ain’t allowed anymore on account of the, uh, incident.
Atreus: What happened?
Brok: Welllll, ain’t too sure your daddy’s gonna like me talking about it on account of all the swearin’ and stealin’ and fuckin’ involved.
Brok: Don’t judge me- you’re the one came in all reekin’ of Elf! Stirs up a man’s memories. Go on now- I got things that ain’t gonna hammer themselves…
Kratos: What does it say?
Atreus: Uh… these runes read ‘Death inside’. So… Brok and his friend was Dwarven like him, wearing a green ring.
Kratos: Look if you wish. I will be gathering resources for our journey.
Atreus: You don’t want to help him?
Atreus: Why not?
Kratos: Because I do not run errands for dwarves.
Atreus: That’s a Soul Eater! If that kills us, that’s it. NO VaIhaIIa. No Hel. No afterlife. Ever!
Kratos: It does not attack.
Atreus: Oh. Mom made them sound more dangerous than that.
Kratos: Then do not drop your guard. Come.
Atreus: There’s the ring! On that severed hand! … attached to the Soul Eater. Well… we know what happened to Andvari now, we just go tell Brok. No need to fight it, right?
Kratos: No. We will fight it.
Atreus: But why?
Kratos: Because you are frightened of it. Be strong, Atreus. Stay focused. and look for a week point.
Atreus: Yes sir.
Kratos: Stay quiet. Make no sudden movement.
Atreus: Here we go! Fire, incoming! We did it! I can’t believe it.
Kratos: Believe it. You are stronger than you know. Green ring. Dwarvish inscription…
Atreus: The Alchemist. But where’s the rest of him?
Kratos: Ashes, most likely.
Atreus: The Soul Eater got him… I guess we should bring this back to Brok.
Kratos: Read it.
Atreus: Yes, sir! These runes were written fast. Its spells out: “Í Gimsteini” (Gems Inside?). Hmm… I don’t know that one.
Kratos: We will ask the blue one.
Atreus: So now you’re interested?
Kratos:We found his Alchemist. A reward was promised.
Brok: What’d you find?
Kratos: Your Alchemist.
Atreus: I’m sorry, Brok. The hand is all we could find, still wearing the ring. There was a Soul Eater inside, and, well… it must have buried away the rest of you.
Brok: S’pose you’ll still be wanting’ some compensation, huh?
Brok: “Naturally,” he says. Mjonefr uxi…
[He gave Kratos rare axe pommel.]
Brok: I’ll take a closer look at this here ring. Maybe Andvari left a bit a magic inside ’fore he croaked.
Atreus: Dwarves can do that?
Brok: Sure. Dwarves and magic jewels is like flies and pig lips. Supple ones.
Atreus: Ew. I’m not as interested as I thought. Brok…
Brok: Fuck else you need…?
Atreus: How come you brother’s got half your brand?
Brok: ’Cause I ain’t in a workin’ relationship with that foot-licker no more. I wasn’t about to let him use it without me and he likewise- only thing to do we split the brand, fifty-fifty down the middle. Guess that was the last thing we saw eye to eye on.
Back to the Black BreathEdit
[Kratos and Atreus take the boat and sail away.]
Atreus: SO! Know any good stories to pass at the time?
Kratos: What kind of stories?
Atreus: I don’t know… Mother always had stories. Weren’t you told any when you were a boy?
Kratos: There was a man a new of long ago… His stories were brief, and purposeful.
Atreus: Sounds… fun? Do you remember any?
Kratos: Hm… there was one that concerned a hare and a tortoise.
Atreus: Like the Witch’s house?
Atreus: So what happens?
Kratos: They wager on a race between them. The hare is too confident of victory, and foolish while the tortoise is steady, and disciplined. The tortoise wins.
Atreus: You… haven’t told a lot of stories, have you.
[On a small island, they kindle a brazier and kill several enemies.]
Kratos: It is over.
Spirit: Well fought, you too.
Atreus: What is that?
Kratos: A Spirit.
Atreus: It’s talking to us!
Spirit: And it hears you as well! Don’t be shy now.
Atreus: You’re… dead?
Spirit: You’re very perceptive! Take caution when lighting these Braziers. Seiðr and Hel-Walkers will swarm to the flames like moth. I assume we have you to thank for freeing us from a watery grave.
Spirit: Other spirits. The Lake of Nine is full of ’em! Most are able to move on from this realm, but we “lucky” few are stuck here in Midgard until our affairs are in order. Perhaps you can help them as well?
Kratos: We have no desire to help you, Spirit.
Spirit: Ah, but you already have! I only wished to see the sky again. Farewell.
Atreus: Whoah. He disappeared!
Kratos: Come. Let us not be distracted.
Atreus: So, I guess we should keep an eye out for other Spirits.
Kratos: What did I say about distractions?
Atreus: But it sounds like they needed help.
Kratos: They are Spirits, boy. Dead things. They have no needs. Only wants.
Atreus: It feels wrong to ignore them.
Kratos: You will get over these feelings.
Atreus: Mom would have wanted to help them…
Kratos: What was that, boy?
Kratos: I thought as much.
[They continue their journey to Black Breath.]
Sindri: Just make sure you watch each other’s backs in the storeroom. Wouldn’t want to lose my loyal customers!
Atreus: Father? Do you… do you think I could care her now?
Atreus: But I…
Kratos: I said no.
Atreus: Okay. So who do you think carved the face in the mountain?
Kratos: You would know better than I.
Kratos: Now watch your step. Carelessness will only delay us.
Atreus: Right. Will there’s the Black Breath that again. What do we do now?
Kratos: We see if the witch was right.
[He uses Belfröst to cut through Black Breath.]
Atreus: It’s working! She was right!
Kratos: Come. Let us finish this.
[Kratos eliminate the Black Breath. THE LIGHT OF ALFHEIM COMPLETED.]
INSIDE THE MOUNTAINEdit
Atreus: The path ahead, it’s blocked.
Kratos: When we climb.
Atreus: You know… Mother said the Giants used to visit the Midgard mountains before they disappeared.
Atreus: Yeah. I guess they just up and left one day. No one knows why.
Kratos: Perhaps they returned to their home.
Atreus: Jötunheim? Maybe. I wonder if the face in the mountain was a tribute to some important Giant? The mouth… we made it!
Kratos: More Black Breath.
Atreus: That emblem - it matched the one on the floor to Jötunheim in Týr’s temple. The Giants did come here! Is that… a deer? I don’t remember stories of a giant with a deer head. Wonder who he is? No way across, but there’s a sand bowl.
Kratos: What does it say?
Atreus: “No yoked beast, nor fearful thrall / Nor rooted tree doth know my call."
Atreus: I can almost make it out… Runes! I can read it now!
Kratos: Is it the answer?
Atreus: “Freedom"… sure, that works!
Kratos: Go ahead.
Atreus: Sure. Frelsa. What’s it doing? Oh! Thought maybe there’d be a bridge.
Kratos: Rrrn. Your Giants mean to test us further.
Atreus: There’s a crystal in that torch holder: Should I light it? That helps, right? Guess we have to down to go up?
Kratos: These passages seem too small for Giants.
Kratos: Why do you laugh?
Atreus: Oh… you’re serious.
Kratos: I am always serious.
Atreus: I forget… Mom always said you never took an interest in history. Giants are just a race, like Elves and Huldrafolk. It doesn’t mean that they’re big.
Kratos: What of the World Serpent?
Atreus: Okay, in that case, giant also means big. But there’s only one of him. Uhh… this is a lot of bodies.
Kratos: Tell me what you see.
Atreus: Well… they look like men, not Giants.
Kratos: Correct. Thiefs seeking treasure. See the traps?
Atreus: Oh yeah. Lucky for us and they set ’em all off.
Kratos: Be grateful these stay dead.
Atreus: The statue! We made it across!
Kratos: Read it.
Atreus: Yes sir. Ohhh… this is Duraþrór, one of the four stags of the World Tree. He’s supposed to watch the entrance to Jötunheim while the giants sleep. Think he’s still there?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: Wow. “The highest peak in the realms.” Think Mom knew this was the Giant’s mountain?
Kratos: No. Her request has been more… complicated, than she could have foreseen.
Atreus: It means “terror". What’s that? Weird. There’s a candle all tangled up with string and some sort of animal hide. Some kind of lantern? No wick though.
Kratos: That is of no use to us. That Bifröst lights our way.
Atreus: Hey, who do you think lit these torches? The dead don’t need light.
Kratos: Eyes open.
Heart of the MountainEdit
Atreus: Whoa… what is all this? Where are we?
Kratos: A mine… and if this claw reaches the summit, our goal is near.
Atreus: Alright. How do we use it? I think I see how this works… the Claw’s on the one side, and if we get this unstuck-
Atreus: Oh no! I think the rope’s stuck under that rock.
Kratos: That was careless.
Atreus: Yes sir. Sorry, sir. It’s stuck. But maybe we can find a way up through there! After… you know… getting rid of those things. The machinery in here looks almost Dwarven, but the stonework… that’s definitely Jötun. You know, I think the Giants not only mined of the mountain, but actually lived here.
Kratos: Read it.
Atreus: Yes, sir! That’s funny…
Kratos: How so?
Atreus: One hand wrote “Jötnar only” and another wrote “and also Dwarves.” Should we add to it?
[In the depths of the caves they meet an old friend…]
Kratos: You had a way around the black breath all along?
Brok: Now don’t go thinkin’ I coulda gotten you past it, you big sack o’ meat. I got ways around most everything, especially up here. Time was my folk had the run o’ this joint. Improved the design of the Jötnar traps and built work-arounds ta boots. Why ya think they’re so devious? Oh, that reminds me- watch out for traps.
Atreus: Look! Another lantern!
Kratos: Broken. Leave it.
Atreus: What could they be for? There’s something special about them. I can feel it. No way. You did it! I bet we can make the rope wheel work now. Might give us a way to the top!
[They are attacked by a troll named Járn Fótr (Iron Foot).]
Atreus: Right behind you! I’m ready! Careful!
Kratos: Back to do wheel.
Atreus: Ohh, I see that we’re doing… it fits! That’s perfect… That should hold it. Here we go. Do you think of this goes all the way up to the top?
Kratos: We will see soon enough.
Atreus: Something… feels strange up there. We’re heading into danger.
Kratos: Do not concern yourself with what might be. Focus on what is… and be vigilant.
Atreus: Yes sir. Not over top… but we are closer. Wait! That one’s not broken! There’s a note… a Giant’s prayer. They’re asking ancestors to watch over them… to guide them home.
Atreus: Wait! I think I know how it works…
[Atreus writes something on the lantern, sets it on fire and launches it into the air.]
Atreus: Watch. Wow…
Kratos: What did you write?
Atreus: I asked them to watch over mother. Do you think they’ll watch over us on our way to the top?
Kratos: Come, boy. It is a long way up.
Atreus: Dwarfs must have carved these tunnels around Giant’s traps. Good thing too. Well… good for me anyway. Another mining lift! It may not be as long as we thought. That did it! Or not. Are we still too heavy? All right! We’re moving again. Hey, when we get to the summit, how far do you think we’ll be able to see? The lake? The World Serpent? Our house?
Kratos: We will see when we get there. Until then, eyes open.
Atreus: I’m fine. Just lost my balance for a moment. You know, for someone so strong your sure worry a lot.
Kratos: It serves me well… and how I keep us alive.
Atreus: I guess. Not a terribly fun way to live though. Sure are a lot of draugr around here! Draugr down! Alright!
Kratos: How was that for “fun?"
Atreus: I get it. Is this where we get off?
Kratos: No. We are stuck.
Atreus: I think part of the lift is stuck in that wall. Can you get it free? How much farther do we have to go?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: Think we’ll get attacked again?
Atreus: Oh boy.
Kratos: Yes. Now, be ready.
Atreus: Here we go! Shouldn’t we get moving? They could be back any moment. Think we’re safe now.
Kratos: It would seem.
Atreus: Father? After we scatter Mother’s ashes… What then? What comes next?
Kratos: Nothing comes next. We go home.
Atreus: That’s it? The adventure is over?
Kratos: For now. But we will have much to do. You were right earlier - on the boat after cutting down the last tree. You said it felt like something had changed. And it has, and our home is no longer safe. But it will be again. And we must continue your training.
Atreus: Okay. We’re almost at the summit. Nothing’s going to stop us-
[A huge creature appears that looks like a dragon and belches lightning.]
Kratos: Calm yourself, boy! And stay behind me!
Atreus: Yes, sir!
[The fight with Hræzlyr begins.]
Atreus: Right behind you! Look out! Here he comes! Watch out! What are you doing?
Kratos: Be ready! Hold on!
Atreus: Phew… that was intense.
Atreus: Whoah… what was that? That looks like a root of the Yggdrasil tree! Is that its sap?
Kratos: Crystallized sap… and there is power inside.
Atreus: Incredible! I can’t believe we fought a dragon! I was aiming for his eyes, but I kept losing my footing. Do you think this is their home? Did they move in after the Giants left? Or are they WHY the Giants left?
Kratos: Boy. The air grows thin here. No more questions. Breathe.
Atreus: Oh… yes… I see…
Voice: Ahh! Ahhh! Go away! Shoo! Shoo! Ahh! Help! Help!!!
Atreus: Do you hear that? It sounds like something screaming.
[They go outside and see the dragon that attacks someone.]
Kratos: Wait, boy.
Atreus: It’s Sindri! Can you kill something that big?
Kratos: If we can catch it off balance.
Atreus: I can distract him.
Kratos: What are you doing?
Atreus: We have to help him.
Kratos: You break right. Find an angle. Wait for my mark.
Atreus: Thank you. Hey ugly! Over here! You okay?
Sindri: For now!
[Kratos begins to fight the dragon. When the dragon understand he cannot defeat Kratos, he switches to Atreus.]
Kratos: Boy! Are you okay?
Kratos: I have a plan! Be ready to lower the crane on my mark!
Atreus: But… I don’t know how this thing works!
Kratos: I do not care! Be ready!
[Kratos fights with the dragon a little more.]
[Atreus shoots off the crane. Kratos uses it penetrate dragon’s skull.]
Atreus: Wow. We actually did it! And you-
Sindri: Ahh… but-but-but-nobody’s killed a dragon for hundreds of years… not since the Grand Culling of the Wyrms! And unless I’m mistaken, you did all of that… for me!
Kratos: You are mistaken. The dragon was simply in our path… nothing more.
Sindri: You deny it all you want, but you saved me. And that… deserves compensation.
[He pulls a bunch of green arrows from his bag.]
Atreus: What are these?
Sindri: Braided mistletoe arrows. Straighter than Heimdall and perfectly weighted.
Atreus: Oh. Thanks?
Sindri: Oh, okay… Hold on… uh… not that… um… you see my brother again?
Atreus: Yeah! He said you lost your talent.
Sindri: Oh, and that I’m selfish (no), I’m sure. That I value a weapon’s look (no) over its purpose. That I am pretentious (no) and uptight. Fussy. I know what he thinks. But he can’t hurt me any- AH!!! Burn that.
Kratos: I do not have time for this.
Sindri: No! No-no-no, wait-wait-wait… I have a better idea.
Sindri: I just need a tooth from that dragon. Watch where you grab tha… oh… never mind. So unclean. So, so unclean. Oh, the smell! Perfect, that should do. Ugh. Yeaaah… I’m not touching that. Just hold it out. Now run that along the string of your son’s bow. Just humor me.
Kratos: Atreus… your bow.
Sindri: Two passes should do it. Gently now!
[Atreus gets Shock Arrows.]
Sindri: Oh sure, now you’re impressed. Oh… how do I explain this?I’ve added a new vibrating pattern to the bowstring’s fibers. Aiming it at that hardened world tree sap will vibrate it’s patterns to fracture point.
Atreus: What’s… that mean?
Sindri: Oh! Oh… I see you figured it out on your own then. Just… Never mind. I wasn’t just explaining the beautiful and complex artistry of my craft or anything… No, just… anything to help you. Yep.
Atreus: Feels like it wasn’t that long ago we were hunting deer. Now we’re fought Dark Elves, and trolls, and ogres, and a dragon! I feel like we can beat anything now.
Kratos: We win because we are determined. Disciplined. Not because we feel ourselves superior.
Atreus: Sure… I know… it’s just… it feels good to be strong. You know?
Kratos: …Yes. I know.
Kratos: Ready yourself, boy. Look here. Another.
Atreus: This one’s called Ymir. Mother tries to tell me this one, but I think I was too young. Are Giants coming out of his armpits? I think that might be Odin stabbing him. It’s getting colder - we must be near the top! Not long now, Mom.
Atreus: Look! The summit! We’re so close now…
Kratos: Your quiver.
Atreus: Strap broke when we fought in the dragon. It’s all right- I can hold it.
Kratos: Stop. A broken quiver will slow you draw. Pain we endure, faulty weaponry we do not. This will do for now. Good?
Kratos: Go. Steady, boy. Mind your footing.
Atreus: You hear those voices too, right?
Kratos: Yes. Be silent…
Voice 1: You know why we’re here. my last visit manage to loosen your tongue?
Atreus: That sounds like the same man who came to our house. You said you killed him…
Voice 2: I see you brought company this time. Must be important if the sons of Thor deign to grace me with their presence. Tell me… you two still tripping over yourselves to impress daddy?
Baldur: The tattooed man. Tracks show he now travels with a child. Where would they go next?
Voice 2: Why would I know that?
Son of Thor: You’re the smartest man alive, aren’t you?
Voice 2: Smarter than all of the dead ones, too.
Baldur: You help me, I help you. Tell me where they are and I’ll talk to Odin-
Voice 2: Your father won’t let me go, Baldur, and he won’t let you kill me. You have nothing to offer me. Do take your questions, take your threats, take this two worthless wankers, and piss off.
Son of Thor 2: When no one’s looking… we’ll be back for your other eye.
Son of Thor: Don’t you forget… we’re everywhere.
Son of Thor 2: We really are, aren’t we?
Baldur: Shut up, you idiots. Let’s go.
Voice 2: Ahhh… the very topic of conversation… a tattooed man traveling with a child.
[They see a satyr fused with tree.]
Kratos: Boy, check their path and make sure we are alone.
Atreus: But… we just saw them leave.
Kratos: Do as I say.
Satyr: He doesn’t know what you are…
Kratos: And I would keep it that way. Who are you?
Satyr: Me? I’m the greatest ambassador to the gods, the Giants, and all the creatures of the Nine Realms. I know every corner of these lands, every language spoken, every war waged, every deal struck. They call me… Mimir! -smartest man alive, and I have the answer to your every question.
Kratos: Why does the son of Odin hunt us?
Mimir: Okay, there are a few gaps in my knowledge. But Odin’s had me imprisoned here for… 109 winters. I’m a clever lad, I can piece it together, I promise. Just… given time.
Atreus: Nobody there… just like I said.
Kratos: The boy’s mother is dead. She wished her-
Atreus: She wanted us to spread her ashes on the highest peak of all the realms.
Mimir: Oh, then you’ve come to the wrong place, little brother. The highest peak in all the realms is not here in Midgard. It’s in Jötunheim, realm of the Giants.
Kratos: That could not be what she meant…
Mimir: Take a look… This is the last known bridge to Jötunheim in all the realms. See that mountain, looks like a Giant’s finger scraping the sky? That’s the highest peak in all the realms… Not here.
Atreus: Can’t we just take that bridge? We have a Bifröst.
Mimir: When the Giants destroyed all the other bridges to the realm, they locked this one up with a secret rune. If it still exists, only a giant would know it.
Atreus: And all of them left Midgard a long time ago…
Mimir: True. But today the winds of fate have kicked up a strange vortex of coincidence. Fact is, there’s only one person alive who can get you where you need to go… and luckily for you, my schedule’s wide open.
Atreus: We’re going to Jötunheim, right?
Mimir: It’s your best and only move from a tactical standpoint. It’s the one place the man who cannot be killed won’t follow you.
Kratos: What do we do?
Mimir: First, you need to cut off my head.
Atreus: Wait, what?
Mimir: Odin made sure that no weapon, not even Thor’s hammer, could free my body from these bounds. But fortunately, you don’t need my body. The trick is, we need to find someone who can reanimate my head, using the old magic.
Kratos: Old magic… there is which of the woods, she knows the old ways.
Mimir: And she’ll help? She might do. Worth a try!
Kratos: But if she fails, you will be dead.
Mimir: He tortures me, you know. Every day, brother. Odin himself sees to it personally, and believe me, there is no end to his creativity. Every. Single. Day. This… this isn’t living.
Kratos: Very well.
Atreus: I can’t watch this.
Mimir: Brother, in case you can’t resurrect me, there is something you need know. The boy… the longer you wait to tell him his true nature, the more damage you do. He will resent you, and you may lose him forever.
Kratos: There is much about me I would not have him know.
Mimir: Aye… so you value your privacy more than you son?
Kratos: I’m going to cut your head now.
Mimir: Fair enough.
[Kratos chopped off Mimir’s head with one mighty swing and takes it with him. INSIDE THE MOUNTAIN COMPLETED.]
A NEW DESTINATIONEdit
Atreus: Jötunheim. We’re going to Jötunheim. We’re going to find the long-lost realm of the Giants. That’s… that’s-
Atreus: Yeah… that’s… just what I was going to say. So this is the bridge to Jötunheim? This looks like those weird doors we’ve seen. I guess Mimir will help us figure it all out… If we can bring him back to life.
Kratos: Do you remember the way to the Witch’s house?
Atreus: Yes. The woods with the blood-red leaves south of the lake. I know just where to go. Hope she made it back from Alfheim and can bring Mimir back. He seemed nice, before you cut off his head.
[They enter the door between realms using for fast traveling.]
Atreus: Look at these place… This must be a branch of the World Tree!
Kratos: Boy! Stay on the path.
Atreus: Right. Right, I know… I can’t believe it was Baldur that came to our house. The Aesir god, Baldur. And you fought him… and won!
Atreus: One of Odin’s sons - Thor’s brother. And now he’s hunting us with his nephews? Why is this happening?
Kratos: If we can raise the head, you can ask him.
Atreus: Okay. You know… it’s silly, but I secretly hoped we could find a giant somewhere in that mountain. I guess they really did leave Midgard - except for the serpent. He may be in the last of his kind. Are you the last of your kind, too? Is that why you don’t like talk about -
Kratos: My kind?
Atreus: I mean… your family? Before mother and I. Where you came from… a mother? A father?
Kratos: Now is not the time for that.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
[They enter the door leading to Brok’s workshop.]
Atreus: Brok! Brok…!! Brok!!!
Brok: WHAT?! I’m on the fuckin’ break. You don’t hear me screechin’ at you whenever you’re twiddling your short and curlies.
Kratos: Leave him, boy.
Brok: Oh fer… you already soiled my solitude, so ya may as well join me.
Kratos: We are not hungry.
Brok: Good. That’s not what I was offerin’.
Atreus: Saw your brother again!
Brok: Congratulations. And I’m sure you let him go and roger my axe good and plenty again. Let’s see the damage…
[Kratos throws him his axe.]
Brok: Little canker-throat wouldn’t know proper weight and balance if it were dangling off his chut. He eating well enough?
Atreus: I guess…
Brok: Good. All better. Know what the fuck else you want, huh? ’Times he gets so wrapped up in his work, Sindri hasn’t the sense to sip or sup. And if he does remember, good luck getting him to cook his own meat. Guess I got all the stomach in the family, along with the smarts.
Atreus: You miss him.
Brok: What? That spit-fister? Whatta you know…
Atreus: I just mean-
Brok: Hey, do you mind? Trying to concentrate here. Already on a break from my break…
Atreus: Hey! Where’s the beast of burden?
Brok: What do you mean? I ate her. Crapped bits of ’er out just a while ago.
Atreus: What is wrong with you?
Brok: What? Her milk run dry.
Atreus: She was your friend!
Brok: Then she’ll be happy I’m so well fed. Shit-bricks, boy, you got a real sentimental streak, know that? Don’t get yourself confused out there. I’m gettin’ back to it…
[They exit the workshop.]
Kratos: Boy, what is the path back to the witch?
Atreus: First we need to find a boat.
Kratos: Do you remember the way back to the witch from here?
Atreus: That way! Behind the big statue of Thor. So… what other stories have you got?
Kratos: That was… a horse. The horse sought vengeance upon his enemy, a stag. But he could not kill the stag alone. The horse met a man, a hunter, and made a deal. He took the man’s bit and bridle, and allowed him to ride in a saddle on his back. Together, they killed the stag, and the horse tasted victory. But the hunter would not release the horse, and made a slave of him.
Atreus: So getting revenge cost him his freedom. Hope it was worth it.
Kratos: It was not.
Atreus: The World Serpent’s even over here! I told you he’s big.
Kratos: Boy, over here.
Atreus: Yessir. “Kveikja” (Ignite)
Spirit: I don’t believe it. Are you both… alive?
Spirit: I can’t remember the last time I saw something walk this islands that wasn’t dead or corrupted.
Atreus: What do you mean?
Spirit: The Desolation, child. It plagues this land, growing more severe with every passing winter.
Kratos: Do you know it’s cause?
Spirit: Not for certain, but I suspect the appearance of the World Serpent… along with the Great Flood that followed. Many were drowned, myself among them. The dead began to walk not long after.
Atreus: Do you need anything from us?
Spirit: I only wished to speak to someone again- a wish you just have granted.
[Kratos finds the last piece in Muspelheim cipher.]
Atreus: Hey… this does want them decipher those Muspelheim runes - it also contains the travel rune. Should we go visit the Fire realm?
[Without answering anything Kratos lowers the boat into the water.]
Kratos: Boy. What did I tell you about offering help?
Atreus: (sigh) “Don’t".
Atreus: But can’t we just -
Kratos: This is not a debate. You must learn focus. Our journey need to be your only concern.
Atreus: But what if they can help? That one seemed to know a little about the lake.
Kratos: And how does that help us with our goal?
Atreus: We don’t know unless we ask! Want to try another story? Can’t be any worse then the last one.
Kratos: Very well… There was a tale of a frog. His pond had dried up, so the frog and his son left to find a new home. They found a well. The son saw the water and made to jump in, but the father stopped him. He saw that the well was deep and once inside, they would not be able to escape if the water dried up again. Wisely, they moved on.
Atreus: That’s it?
Atreus: That’s really not a story. If the son jumped in, it would be a story.
Kratos: When he would be trapped, and starve while the father watched helplessly.
Atreus: See? That’s a story.
Atreus: Treasures from all the different realms… Do you think Fafnir went to Alfheim too?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: Aren’t you curious? He sounds interesting.
Kratos: We go to this storeroom to collect anything useful for our journey. Not to learn more about the dwarf.
Sindri: Just make sure you watch each other’s backs in the storeroom. Wouldn’t want to lose my loyal customers!
Atreus: Uh oh. They must’ve been got here first. Looks like the reavers made it inside. I hope they didn’t take all the treasure…
[Kratos clears room 1.]
Atreus: Just some stupid pots… and draugr. No magical treasure, and no whetstone.
Kratos: Keep your expectations low, boy, and you will never be disappointed.
[Kratos clears room 2.]
Kratos: They caught you off-guard.
Atreus: I wasn’t expecting them!
Atreus: (gasps) Huh… there is nothing but poison in this one. And a stupid bird statue.
Kratos: AND useful resources, the main reason we are here, boy. However… many of these chests have been emptied.
Atreus: Probably by the Reavers… I hope they didn’t take Sindri’s whetstone.
[Kratos clears room 3.]
Atreus: I have a good feeling about this next one. Maybe we’ll even find whetstone!
Kratos: Remember what I told you about expectations, boy.
Atreus: “Keep them low,” I remember. Still. Good feeling! (the room turns out to be empty) So much for my good feeling.
[Kratos clears room 4.]
Atreus: I was ready for them, this time.
Kratos: I saw.
Atreus: So I should keep my expectations low, but always expect an attack?
Kratos: It is a delicate balance. Expect the worst. Assume nothing. And always anticipate an attack.
Atreus: Sure is a lot to remember. Wolves! Still no whetstone. And only one room left. I know I shouldn’t hope, but… do you think we’ll find it there?
Time Heals AllEdit
[Kratos clears the last room.]
Spirit: So… back to piss on my corpse? You ungrateful little -- Eh? Who are you two?
Atreus: We’re looking for a whetstone. Have you seen it?
Spirit: Aye. There was one in this room. My son sharpened his dagger on it, right before stabbing me in the back.
Spirit: Little bastard thought it was his turn to lead my crew. I was hard on him, sure, (sigh). Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I did the same thing to my dad when I was his age.
Atreus: He killed his own father?
Kratos: Where is he now?
Spirit: Ha! He may be a bastard, but he’s MY bastard. You’ll never get no help from me, fool.
Kratos: When his dagger will help.
Spirit: Hey! That’s mine! HEY!
Kratos: Come boy, we are leaving.
Atreus: Why would he son betray him like that? Kill his own father? Over some treasure? It seems so greedy.
Kratos: Remember what I told you, boy. Assume nothing.
Atreus: Well - sure, he didn’t seem like a great father. But…
Kratos: You only know half the story.
Atreus: I guess…
[They going back to Sindri.]
Sindri: You… didn’t happen to find that whetstone, perchance?
Kratos: We found no whetstone. This dagger belongs to the Reaver who took it.
Atreus: They took most of the good stuff.
Sindri: Oh? Well… Here, take this. In exchange for the dagger. That dagger you brought me is quite interesting. An artist design, but the construction is sound. Where in the temple did you find this?
Atreus: In a Reaver’s back.
Sindri: Ugh… Uuuughhhh…
Atreus: He mentioned he was part of a larger clan. Maybe they took the whetstone?
Sindri: Quite possibly. I know I’ve seen of this design before…
Atreus: So how come Brok’s blue and you’re not?
Sindri: Oh, it’s fine - very good question actually. You see, my brother’s not as careful as I am - in fact, he prefers to work with metals using… his own bare hands. No gloves! Says it’s the only way he can “hear what it wants to be.” Touch enough raw silver and it changes your skin irreparably. (That means forever!) I wouldn’t bring it up to him though. You know how sensitive he can be.
Atreus: I guess that makes sense. Sindri, why don’t you just make up with your brother already?
Sindri: Me? Make up with him? Because his in obstinate pig-head, incapable of change. Because he says the most horrible things about me, just because he’s insecure about his own work - which, let me tell you, is sub-par. Because he blames me for - for the things that aren’t my fault!
Atreus: Huh? Like what?
Sindri: Would you pardon me please? I’d like to collect myself.
[Kratos and Atreus take the boat and sail away.]
Atreus: So… what other stories have you got?
Kratos: There was a young man who was caught stealing and condemned to die. His mother came to visit his prison. She was a kind woman, who could only give love. But her son, the thief, met her with rage, and bit off her ear.
Atreus: What! Why?
Kratos: Because the boy had always been a thief. And his mother had taught him only love, and nothing of consequences. Had he been taught discipline instead, he might have lived longer.
Atreus: Sure, but… her ear… that’s not right.
[They approach the island and destroy its inhabitants.]
Spirit: Ha! Well done, boys! Never thought I’d see a scrap like that again.
Kratos: What do you want?
Spirit: To thank you! These dead Reavers drowned me many winters ago, and I’ve been itching to see ’em get theirs.
Atreus: So you died after all the flooding?
Spirit: Indeed. I came to the lake of nine to pillage Tyr’s Temple. But I underestimated the severity of the Desolation.
Kratos: Have you seen other men? Living? A bearded one with tattoos?
Spirit: Only the one standing in front of me! Thank you both for avenging my death. (disappears)
Atreus: Well, we can’t expect them ALL to know something useful. Maybe the next one will have more information.
Kratos: Keep your expectations low, boy. Spirits are really useful.
Atreus: How do they even exist?
Kratos: When you sever a man from his life, it is not always a clean cut.
Atreus: So you’ve met other spirits?
Kratos: Yes. Many.
Atreus: What were they like?
Atreus: How about one more story?
Kratos: One more. There was the story of the mother crab, who scolded her son. She told him he should walk forward, in pride - not sideways as he always did.
Atreus: But she’s a crab too! She should say, “sure, I’ll walk forward as soon as you show me how!”
Kratos: Yes. She did say that. That was the story.
Atreus: I got it.
[On the next island…]
Spirit: You! I must speak with you!
Atreus: What’s wrong?
Spirit: I came to this lake with a group of tradesmen, seeking refuge from the Desolation. But how could we know which was even worse at the Lake of Nine!?
Kratos: We cannot undo your mistakes, Spirit.
Spirit: I know that. But I fear for my captain and crew. I believe they are still under the water. Will you find them for me?
Atreus: Is there anything you can offer us in return?
Spirit: I… I have little to offer…
Atreus: Oh… Well, I’m sure…
Spirit: Wait! I died wearing a valuable family heirloom. It’s yours, if you promise to find my crew.
Spirit: Thank you.
Kratos: You learning.
Atreus: Why don’t you or Mom even tell me about the Desolation?
Kratos: I won’t speak for your mother… But it was never my concern. Nor should it be yours.
Atreus: Doesn’t it concern us if everything around us is dying?
Kratos: Our only concern is reaching Jötunheim.
Atreus: Really? When why are we exploring all this islands?
Kratos: The resources we find improve our equipment. If we stray from the path, it is only to prepare ourselves for the journey ahead.
Atreus: I can live with that if it means we keep exploring. And helping others. So… what other stories have you got?
Kratos: There is a tale about a woodsman. He asked the trees of the forest for a branch to make a handle for his axe. Instead, the trees gave him a young sapling, so they could keep their limbs. The woodsman made his axe. And then he returned, and chopped down the oldest trees in the forest.
Atreus: Hm… just cause the trees are old doesn’t mean they’re smart… What happened here?
Atreus: Well, yeah. I wonder why it crashed? You got any more “short and purposeful” stories for me?
Kratos: Very well… There was once a scorpion who wished to travel to the other side of a river.
Kratos: If you continue to interrupt, I will end the story.
Atreus: Okay, okay.
Kratos: The scorpion asked a frog for help. He told the frog that if he gave him a ride across the river on his back, he would be rewarded. The frog protested, fearing in the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion assured the frog that he would not sting him or they would both drown in the river. The frog agreed, but halfway across the river the scorpion stung him. The frog was mortally wounded and they both sunk to the bottom of the river and perished.
Atreus: That’s sad. Why would the scorpion do that?
Kratos: He was a scorpion. It is his nature to do harm.
Atreus: Oh… that’s just what Mom used to say about the gods.
Kratos: You mother always spoke the truth. Enough stories.
[They sail into the house of the witch.]
Atreus: I know she’s really powerful, but you really think the witch can bring a hat back to life?
Kratos: She seems competent in her craft. And we have nothing to lose.
Atreus: If she can’t bring it back to life, can we keep the head?
Kratos: No. But you may feed the fish.
Atreus: Okay! I bet this’ll led out… “Turn back, Aesir.” Guess the gods aren’t welcome here.
[Atreus walks to a body of some warrior.]
Atreus: (gasps) There he is! I hope he remembers us. How’s it going, Chaurli? Is your witch friends here?
Kratos: What is that name?
Atreus: That’s what he told me it was - or what it sounded like in my head anyway. Chaurli!
[They enter the Witch’s hut.]
Atreus: Father - she is here! It is so good to see you again! I knew you weren’t dead.
[The Witch hugs him.]
Atreus: Oh… can you bring a head back to life?
Witch: I’m… not sure I understand what… (notice Atreus new arrows) Wait… Where did you get those? The arrows… Give them to me. NOW.
Atreus: They were a gift…
Kratos: Do as she says, boy.
Witch: These arrows are dangerous… they’re wicked. You find any more, you destroy them. Understand? DO YOU UNDERSTAND? SAY IT!
Atreus: I understand! If I see them, I’ll destroy them!
Witch: It’s all I ask. Forgive me. Please - take my arrows in their place. I have no need for them anymore. Now… what’s this about a head?
[Kratos pulls out Mimir’s head. The witch backs away in horror.]
Witch: Do you have any idea who this is? Did you kill him?
Kratos: At his request. He claimed you could revive him.
Witch: Me? Are you sure you heard him right?
Witch: Take him to the table. Heimili. It’s been a long time since I’ve practiced the Old magic. Hold him there - let’s have a look. Well, thankfully, his head hasn’t decayed much and his brain is still intact. Nice, clean cut. Cutting off his head of all people… I sure hope you know what you’re doing. Now hold his head under the water and don’t let go. I mean it. That’s enough.
[Mimir’s head coughs.]
Atreus: It worked!
Witch: Let me see him. Mimir… you there?
[She spits in his face.]
Mimir: Oh… Hello, Freya. Been a long time! You look well.
Freya: What I did, I did for them. As far as I’m concerned, death suits you better.
Mimir: I’d bow if I could, your majesty. Forgive me - had I know the “witch of the woods” was Freya herself, I never would have suggested this.
Atreus: Freya? The goddess Freya?
Mimir: You didn’t know either? Sorry.
Freya: When the word gets out of that Mimir is free, the wrath of Odin wouldn’t be far behind.
Kratos: You are a god…
Freya: Leader of the Vanir once, yes… but no longer.
Kratos: You did not think it important to tell me?
Freya: Are you really going to lecture me about that?
Kratos: We are leaving, boy. Now.
[Kratos punches the door. They are leave the hut.]
Atreus: Why did you do that?
Kratos: We cannot trust her.
Atreus: Because she’s a god?
Kratos: Have I taught you nothing, boy?
Atreus: But she’s helped us a lot.
Kratos: She lied.
Mimir: Some people value their privacy. Best not to judge, brother.
Kratos: When I require you consel, head, I will ask.
Mimir: Fair enough. Get me to Tyr’s temple in the Lake of the Nine, and I’ll get you to Jötunheim as promised.
Atreus: We know the temple. What’s there?
Mimir: Only the last living Giant in Midgard. Who better to tell us the way?
Atreus: The world serpent? Wait- do you know how to talk to him?
Mimir: Indeed. He speaks an obscure tongue, more ancient even than these mountains. None left in Midgard who speak it. Except, of course, for me.
Atreus: You do?
Mimir: It’s true. You wouldn’t know it to look at him but Jörmungandr is a sparkling conversationalist.
[They board the boat.]
Atreus: So, Mimir… why did Freya spit in your face?
Kratos: No, speak of Baldur. He claims nothing harms him.
Mimir: Aye, Baldur is blessed with invulnerability to all threats, physical or magical.
Kratos: The boasting of a god. Everyone has a weakness.
Mimir: Not him, I’m afraid. Baldur is blessed with invulnerability to all threats, physical or magical.
Atreus: You just said that, Mimir.
Mimir: Did I?
Kratos: What is the source of his power?
Mimir: Well, as I recall… it involved… eh… a spell?
Mimir: Parts of m’brain must still be coming back to life. Just need a moment to finish waking up.
Atreus: Hope he’s not broken… Mimir, we’re in the lake.
Mimir: Perfect - dock us near the bridge!
Atreus: Mimir, you never did tell me why Freya spit in your face.
Mimir: Well, she blames me in large measure for her present circumstances… and not totally without reason. It all goes back to the Long War between the Aesir and Vanir. Prior to that, wars for the Aesir were easily won - but the Vanir had proved their equal, and exacted devastating damage. Both sides suffered tremendous losses… and for many of us, quite frankly, war was simply no fun anymore, but a rather senseless waste of precious life. Wouldn’t you agree, brother?
Mimir: Precisely. Enough was enough, and at last, Odin’s most brilliant advisor became determined to find a more enlightened path. He said about the broker of peace between the Gods. It took some convincing but ultimately Odin was persuaded to marry his deadliest enemy - a certain Vanir goddess, legendary not only for her fertile beauty but her genius at the very Vanir magic that Odin had long aspired to master.
Atreus: Freya married Odin? What was in it for her?
Mimir: It was a sacrifice to protect the people - a selfless act of love. Truly, she deserves better than she got. But of course there’s more to that story.
Kratos: Head, how do we speak to the serpent?
Mimir: There’s a horn on a platform of the middle point of the bridge. Take me to it.
Atreus: Finally! That Horn!
Mimir: Good. Now put my lips to the horn.
[He blow the horn and the World Serpent begins to bite off Thor’s statue.]
Atreus: Why’s he doing that?
Mimir: Odin had that statue made in honour of Thor. Seeing as the World Serpent absolutely abhors the fat dobber, he was probably sick of looking at it.
Atreus: But… doesn’t that hurts?
Mimir: Well, he and Thor have a bit of a unpleasant history between them… or they will anyway. so I guess waking up to see it was worse then the thought of lumps of solid stone passing through his gullet. You want to ask him?
Kratos: No. Our only concern is Jötunheim.
Mimir: All right, wish me luck! Yooooooor-moooooooo hin meeee-meeeeeeeeer.
[The World Serpent answer him something.]
Mimir: I’ve still got it, lads. He remembers me. Lyooooooooo- Oh no! That’s not it! Uh… Maaaaaw-lon-gooooo vih-nooooor kooooon tooooon kooooon. Oh dear. Ehhhhhh-kooooo… noooooh oh-thooooo voo-nooooor…
[The World Serpent answer him something.]
Mimir: He knows the pain for your loss. He will help you.
[The World Serpent speaks something.]
Mimir: Efni… ooooo-fooooon-goooor. Curious…
Kratos: What is it?
Mimir: Ohhh… Nothing to be concerned about.
[The World Serpent begins to push the bridge on which the heroes stand.]
Atreus: W-What’s he doing?
Mimir: Making sure we’re heading in the right direction. Listen closely now… we need two things to get us into the land of the Giants. First, we need to learn the travel rune that opens realm travel to Jötunheim. Second, we need to carve that rune into the other special gateway.
Atreus: That one on the peak where we first met you?
Mimir: Correct. Except the Giants, in their infinite wisdom saw to it that no ordinary chisel would do the job. Only the tip of a magical chisel opens that gate. Luckily, I know where it is and it’s not far.
Atreus: He looked kind of mad for a moment there.
Mimir: Ah, that. You felt I said that you were friends of Odin. You’ll forgive me - I’ve never spoken of the Ancient Tongue sober.
Atreus: Wait, look! The water’s drop even further! You can see more of the realm towers and statues. I even see new places to explore along the shore.
Kratos: Where is this chisel?
Mimir: Find me a boar and we’ll go from there.
[A NEW DESTINATION COMPLETED.]
[Kratos goes to a huge brazier and asks Atreus to try again to read the inscription on it.]
Atreus: Ah! I can read what this says now… but… it’s a name. Eir!
[The brazier ignites a bright flame.]
Atreus: Whoa! The name made it light up…!
Mimir: It’s the name of one of the Valkyries. That’s quite curious.
[The heroes board in the boat.]
Kratos: Which way to the chisel?
Mimir: Keep rolling towards the statues of the oarsmen, then thread past between them.
[They met Sindri along the way.]
Sindri: I have a favor to ask. Just a small favor, really. Do you remember the dagger you gave me?
Atreus: The dagger stabbed into the reaver’s back? Whose own son killed him? Yea, I haven’t forgotten that one.
Sindri: Well, I traced it to a group of Reavers that operate out of the Northri Stronghold. I’d wager that’s where they took away the haul from Fafnir’s Storeroom. Along with that whetstone… that I could use… to help you?
Kratos: Hrnnn. Another treasure hunt. Pointless.
Atreus: Well, not if Sindri really can make us better equipment with that whetstone. Plus… the reaver’s son. He MURDERED his father! Hey Sindri. Have you met Mimir?
Sindri: If you mean the severed head that keeps blinking with me, please keep it away. There’s no possible way if that’s hygienic.
Mimir: Ach! That’s nice. Lovely to see you too, Sindri! Knob.
The Flight of FafnirEdit
[Traveling on one of the islands they find a massive door behind which a huge dragon was imprisoned.]
Mimir: Ah, Fafnir! I always wondered what became of him.
Atreus: Wait; Fafnir? Like, Fafnir’s Storeroom Fafnir?
Mimir: The very one.
Atreus: But Sindri said he was a dwarf!
Mimir: He was! And now he’s a dragon. Funny how life works, innit?
Atreus: He’s chained up.
Mimir: Perhaps we should keep an eye out for binding shrines and free the poor bastard, aye lads?
[Kratos destroys the first shrine.]
Atreus: How did your friend became a dragon, Mimir?
Mimir: Oh, he’s no friend of mine. This little scrote was a constant source of annoyance amongst Aesir and Vanir alike.
Kratos: Then why free him?
Mimir: Trust the recently liberated, brother; No one deserves to be held captive like this. Even a greedy little Dwarf-come-dragon.
Kratos: You never answered the boy’s question, Head; how did this dwarf became a dragon?
Mimir: Well, I don’t know for certain, though, I’d wager his penchant for stealing the magical artifacts had something to do with it. Must’ve stolen a trinket from the wrong Vanir goddess.
Atreus: What do we do with that?
Kratos: Hmm… We will show it to the Dwarves.
[Kratos destroys the last shrine.]
Atreus: Time to set him free. Think he’ll remember you?
Mimir: I don’t know, lad. A lot’s changed since we last cross paths. I had legs!
[Atreus destroy the seal on Fafnir’s chains.]
Mimir: There you go, you wee little bugger.
Mimir: Be free.
[Fafnir flies away.]
Mimir: Well! Turning dragon hasn’t done much for his personality.
[Back to the boat.]
Atreus: I can’t believe Odin and Freya were ever married.
Mimir: Love and hate are more closely intertwined than you might imagine. For instance, Odin hates the Giants, and they him, but Thor’s own mother was the Giantess Fjörgyn - one of Odin’s great loves.
Atreus: So Thor is half-God and half-Giant? Weird…!
Mimir: Once Fjörgyn was gone, lonely ages past for Odin… and as war with the Vanir raged, I could see that he really wanted beneath his bluster. And after no small amount of convincing, Freya agreed. For a while there, he really turned on the charm. He seems happy. He seemed interested in making her happy. He grunted her so many wishes I can scarcely recall them all. The peace held, and I truly believed all had worked out better than I could have planned. But Odin’s true face showed itself again in the end. Oh he won Freya’s trust, and she taught him some of her Vanir magic - another choice she would live to bitterly regret. Sadly, despite his wise chancellor’s best efforts to persuade him that peace was the only true path to stave off Ragnarök, Odin never let go of his obsession with Jötunheim. The taste of Vanir magic led him to new forms of experimentation, and new levels of depravity.
[They’re landing on a small island and heard that someone is moaning…]
Spirit: Gullveig… You were taken from this realm too early. You, who walks among the living! My beloved Gullveig calls to me… she yearns for peace! Yet he remains lie in pieces. I beg of you, make my Gullveig whole again!
Atreus: You want us to collect her bones? Gross.
Spirit: Gullveig’s seiðr magick knows no bounds. She can reunite you with those you’ve lost!
Atreus: Really? How?
Spirit: I can smell you grief, child… Rest assured, her magic is strong enough to create bridges between life and death… If only for a short while.
Kratos: Boy! We’re leaving.
Spirit: They’ve taken three of sweat Gullveig’s bones, and spread them across the lake. Bring me her bones, child! Gullveig will reward you!
Atreus: Father… maybe we should look for those bones?
Atreus: Didn’t you hear him? We could talk to Mom again. If we keep an eye out while we-
Kratos: Look if you wish, boy! I will not be distracted by this fool’s errand.
[They board the boat.]
Kratos: This chisel we seek- what is it?
Mimir: I’m glad you asked actually. I have just the story for you… (clears throat) There was a giant once named Thamur- a very giant Giant- who, despite his mountainous size, was without question the greatest stonemason this world had ever seen. Proud Thamur hoped to one day pass his vast knowledge on to his son, but young Hrimthur had he heart of a warrior. Perhaps the father had too much fear in him, the son too little… either way, a quarrel of theirs spiralled out of control, and the overworked stonemason-bonk!-struck his son. Hrimthur ran off into the night. Feeling shame and regret, Thamur chased after his son, but in his emotional state, soon found himself wandering Midgard, lost and alone. Sadly, he caught the eye of the one person he didn’t want to meet alone at night, so far from home… Thor.
Atreus: Thor killed him. Oh no… He fell on a village?
Mimir: Aye. When Thamur fell, he crushed a charming place famed for worshipping the Vanir god, Njörd. Thor always took credit for planning that one, but the truth is the sweaty bawbag just got lucky.
Atreus: What happened to the survivors?
Mimir: Oh, Thamur was a Frost Giant. When he died, his final breath froze everything.
[They finally find the Giant… it’s hard to describe his size. Just one of his palms alone looks like a huge mountain.]
Atreus: There he is…
Mimir: Find the tip of a chisel. That’s the magic we need.
THE MAGIC CHISELEdit
[They come to the Giant’s head.]
Atreus: How we getting down there?
Kratos: I have a plan.
Mimir: You do?
Kratos: Do not act so surprised.
Mimir: No offense, brother, but I don’t even think Thor with Mjolnir in hand could get through that much ice.
Kratos: Then Thor is a fool.
Mimir: This should be entertaining…
[They are attacked by several opponents.]
[They kill them without much problems.]
Sindri: Oh, hey. You again. Come on up! Wow, that was… uh… something, that uh, fight. Here, catch.
[He throws Kratos an apple. He puts forward his ax and cuts it.]
Sindri: Well, that was a waste of a perfectly good apple.
Kratos: How were you not seen? There is nowhere here to hide.
Sindri: Ah. That. It’s a little trick my people can pull… a special way of not being seen.
Atreus: You can be invisible?
Sindri: More like I can step into the realm between realms… and your mind doesn’t understand what it’s seeing, so it sees nothing at all. That’s how we avoids ever having to actually use the weapons we craft. It, uh… It doesn’t seem to work on dragons though.
Atreus: Your brother wanted to know if you were getting enough to eat. I guess I can tell him you are!
Sindri: Brok was asking about me? Was there mead on his breath?
[Kratos throws his ax millimeter from Sindri’s head.]
Sindri: You let him touch this again. Come on then…
[He barely lifts the axe and drag it to his workshop.]
Atreus: So that’s how Brok was in the temple right after the water dropped. He stepped between realms!
Sindri: Okay, now shush! I need complete silence for this…
[He hits the axe once with a hammer.]
Sindri: (smiling) There ya go!
[The axe improved. Kratos puts it away and goes to clear the way.]
Sindri: Careful! My shop’s RIGHT HERE!
Atreus: There is something over there!
Sindri: Ughff, the Travellers. Woahgff. Disgusting. Ughff. Smelly. Covered in god knows how many little beasties. But gorgeous armor! Let’s see if I can’t make something more sanitary, yes?
[He notices one of the arrows he gave to Atreus.]
Sindri: Why… is that a piece of my braided mistletoe arrow adorning your quiver strap? A little memento of your good pal Sindri? I’m so… terribly touched.
[Kratos continue his search for the chisel.]
Atreus: Mimir? You know this place?
Mimir: Aye, came here on a diplomatic mission once, trying to broker a peace between Asgard and Vanaheim. That war- so many lives lost. What I didn’t know was Thor had already gone on a killing spree of Giants.
Atreus: What did the Giants have to do with the war between the gods?
Mimir: Nothing at all, lad, that’s the tragedy of it. They took no side in that madness… but Odin’s paranoia is surpassed only by Thor’s lust for blood.
Atreus: Hmm. Ooh, we got most of it…
Mimir: Well! A stealthy plan it is not.
Kratos: Now we must free the other strap.
Atreus: We do? Why are we going up when what we need is all the way down there?
Atreus: Well… the chisel tip is under thick layers of ice, so melting it won’t work.
Atreus: And there weren’t any Shatter Crystals nearby for me to shoot, so that’s not an option.
Atreus: That just loves smashing the ice. But we’d need something ridiculously heavy to - Ohhhhh. I get it now.
Atreus: How are we going to turn the hammer so it lands near the chisel tip?
Kratos: Not possible. We cut it free, ride it down, and figure out what comes next after.
Atreus: So your plan involves a whole bunch of luck then.
Kratos: You are welcome to suggest a different one.
Kratos: Hold tight.
Mimir: Uh. This plan seems ill-advised.
Kratos: Quiet, head. JUMP!
Atreus: That didn’t work. It only fell a little ways. Oh no. The floor’s collapsed. There’s a sand bowl, but how do we get to it?
[They find a way.]
Kratos: What does it say?
Atreus: “When time itself is disarrayed / The forward path is retrograde.” Retrograde? It’s backwards?
Kratos: Those symbols… the seasons?
Atreus: Yeah. But the order’s all jumbled. Shouldn’t it be “Winter, Spring Summer, Autumn”?
Kratos: Why start with “Winter"?
Atreus: It’s from a song mother used to sing.
Mimir: Oh! I know that one! Winter-
Kratos: Quiet, head.
Mimir: Doesn’t like music either… got it.
Kratos: Do it.
Atreus: Haust! Sumar! Vetr! Yes!
Kratos: Atreus. That word.
Atreus: Þola. It means, “endure”.
Kratos: Try it.
Atreus: Þola! We’re rising! The energy’s lifting the platform!
Kratos: Keep writing.
Atreus: Þola!… Þola!… Þola!…
Kratos: Head. How is this possible?
Mimir: My guess? Temporal magic. Dangerous stuff the high van sods used to play around - with the ability to freeze time! Happened to be a favorite of Njörd himself, in fact.
Atreus: “Used to?” Why did they stop?
Mimir: Well… turns out stopping time keeps the sun and moon from streaking across the sky. Unfortunately it does NOT stop the wolves that chase them – always looking to sink their teeth in. After that they decided it was best to leave the time alone.
Atreus: I can’t get to the bowl! Father – the bowl dropped away! We’re collapsing!
Kratos: You did well.
Kratos: The boy…
Mimir: Just having a little fun, you big grump.
Atreus: Well there it is. How we’re going to get it free?
Kratos: A push.
Kratos: Trust me. Ready? Dig in and push with everything.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
[They push away some huge piece of mountain.]
Atreus: How do we get down?
Kratos: We jump!
Kratos: Come! Do not panic!
Atreus: Why would I panic?! Whoa!!
Kratos: I have you!
Mimir: You’re cracked, you know that?
Kratos: Hhng. You are well?
Atreus: Uh huh.
Kratos: Good. We should keep moving.
Atreus: (gasps) Wow… The chisel tip!
Mimir: Give the man credit. He has a talent for destroying things.
Kratos: Remember that, head.
Mimir: Never leaves my mind…
Voice 1: Where are they?! Ugh. I fucking hate Midgard. How do we know they’re even here? Because that hammer didn’t fall on its own.
Voice 2: Well… If we find them, I get the kid, right?
Voice 1: What is the matter with you?
Voice 2: I smell a dwarf. Find him.
Kratos: (whispers) Not now.
Kratos: Those were the guys we saw with Baldur. His nephews?
Mimir: Aye. Magni and Modi - the sons of Thor.
Atreus: Mother always said the Aesir were the worst of the gods, and Thor was the worst of the Aesir. Guess he’s a terrible father, too.
Kratos: They are no longer children. They have no excuse.
Atreus: Will Sindri be okay?
Mimir: They’ll never even see him. Ah, the great dining hall. Envy of all Midgard. Funny. I remember there being a massive candelabrum. Really livened up the place…
Kratos: Shh-something ahead…
Mimir: See, lad? He’s fine.
Sindri: Thought it best to vanish when Thor’s idiot sons showed up.
Voice 1: Will you focus on your damn job and quit that shit.
Voice 2: You quit that shit. I mean it!
Voice 1: He went to war with Uncle and walked away.
Voice 2: Maybe. Uncle hasn’t seen straight in years.
Voice 1: Well, as long as father believes him, so do we. So you will stop talking, focus, and help me find them. Can’t disappoint father!
Voice 2: Oh, I’ll smack you boy.
Voice 1: No, we cannot disappoint father. Now keep looking!
Sindri: Once you retrieve the whetstone, please take utmost care while handling it. It is a precious relic, after all.
Mimir: Hurry, brother. We may get a piece of the chisel and be gone before they even notice. Uh oh.
Magni: Surrender. The Allfather demands it.
Magni: (unsheathing his lighting sword) Good.
Kratos: This fight is mine, boy. GO.
Modi: And where do you think you’re goin’? Oh no, Brother! The little freak’s got a bow! What are we gonna do? The small one is yours, Brother.
Magni: Don’t tell me what to do, Brother. I will cripple you! I’ll take the small one. I can’t remember the last time we faced an actual challenge.
Modi: You call this a challenge? An old man and this stillborn lamb?
Magni: Unbelievable. You mean to oppose the might of Asgard?
Modi: Brother - the Snowblind!
Both: ÓÐR BRÓÐIR BLINDR! (MAD BLIND BROTHER!)
Atreus: I can’t see!
Kratos: Stay behind me, boy. Why do you hunt us? What does Odin want?
Modi: Don’t know. Don’t care. Come ’ere, half-breed. You’re done holding daddy’s hand.
Atreus: Shut up! Don’t call me that!
Modi: Can’t believe you’ve lasted this long. Those skinny little arms can barely lift the bow.
Atreus: I said SHUT UP!
Kratos: Calm yourself, boy.
Magni: Looks like they need another lesson, brother.
Modi: Oh, I’m more than happy to teach, brother. You… you’re mine.
Magni: Got big plans for you, kid. Look at you… weak… scrawny. I bet daddy’s embarrassed to have drag you around.
Atreus: Shut up! Shut it out.
Magni: Let’s see how good you are with that bow after I break all your fingers.
Modi: Hey Magni, look what I caught!
Mimir: Oh no! He’s got your son!
Both: ÓÐR BRÓÐIR BLINDR! (MAD BLIND BROTHER!)
Magni: Your mother ugly or something? Se cut up your face so you’d look like her?
Atreus: Don’t talk about my mother!
Magni: “Don’t talk about my mommy!” Pathetic.
Mimir: Don’t listen to him, lad. He’s trying to rile you up.
Magni: Idiots! The Sons of Thor will destroy you.
Mimir: The Sons of Thor are welcome to try!
Mimir: Sorry. Overstepped, yeah?
Modi: Gonna drag your carcass to Asgard.
Modi: Try again, asshole.
Magni: Let’s do this! What’s the matter? Does the little runt want his mommy?
Atreus: Stop it!
Kratos: Boy! Stay focused.
Magni: The small one is mine. Cry for mommy, boy. What - did mommy not feed you enough? Too ugly to let you suck on her-
Atreus: SHUT UP, YOU BASTARD!!!
Magni: I got the runt. HRYAA!
Modi: Oh, Mimir- don’t think we’ve forgotten about you.
Atreus: Leave him alone!
Magni: You jealous? Want me all to yourself, do you?
Atreus: Kráku lið! (Shitty crew!)
Modi: Fuck off! Let’s finish this, Magni!
Both: ÓÐR BRÓÐIR BLINDR! (MAD BLIND BROTHER!)
Magni: Wow, kid… your mother must have been some whore to lay with the likes of him.
Atreus: I’LL KILL you!
Kratos: ATREUS! Control yourself!
[He split Marni’s head in half.]
Modi: Magni! NO-!! How did you…?
[Kratos slowly moving towards him. Modi backs away.]
Modi: You have no idea what… You son of a bitch!
Atreus: You’re next!
[Modi runs away.]
Atreus: Come back, you damn coward! I’ll rip your head off!! GAAH!!!! (coughs with blood)
Kratos: The sickness… the fever has returned.
Atreus: No! It hasn’t…
Mimir: The coughing… the blood… The boy’s sick. He needs Freya.
Atreus: I’ll be all right…
Mimir: There you go, lad…
Atreus: I’m fine. See?
Mimir: We should keep an eye on him.
[Kratos chops off a piece of the chisel.]
Mimir: Should do. With that, we can carve the travel rune to Jötunhelm – get you where you need to go. Identically, all those magically-sealed doors we’ve seen can now be unlocked… like that one around the corner. You can get through that door , now that you got the chisel.
[THE MAGIC CHISEL COMPLETED.]
BEHIND THE LOCKEdit
[Kratos opens the door and walks in.]
Atreus: You… killed Magni.
Mimir: That he did.
Atreus: He was a god… but you killed him.
Mimir: Minor Aesir, perhaps, but aye…
Atreus: And his father is Thor…
Mimir: Not Minor. Not Minor at all, him. This will not go over well in Asgard.
Kratos: I defended us. Nothing more. I fear no judgement.
Mimir: Judgement, no, but if vengeance is any concern…
Atreus: Since when can you kill a god…? (coughs) Wait, we were here before. But which way back? (coughing)
Mimir: I don’t think the lad’s doing too well.
Atreus: I’m fine… Nothing to worry about.
Kratos: If so, then keep up.
Atreus: Yes sir. Hey… I just realised… Magni didn’t come back to life.
Mimir: That is interesting, It’s known the Aesir find their own way to Valhalla. No Valkyrie escort, no processing at the gates of Helheim. That may be significant…
Atreus: Look - we’re back near the giant’s hand. What… what is this place?
Mimir: Fishermen would bring the day’s catch into this port and use that contraption to send some of it directly to the jarl’s main kitchen. The rest were sorted and sold.
Kratos: There is an exit under the thumb. Find a way across.
Atreus: It’s moving. (coughs)
Mimir: Back under his palm. We’re almost there.
Atreus: Everything we just did.… climbed around a dead giant, rode a giant falling hammer, fought some bad gods. What do you think mother would say?
Kratos: That you have come a long way.
Kratos: Another one here.
Mimir: Ah - you know this one, don’t you?
Atreus: It’s Thamur--the giant Stonemason! Is he building a wall around Jötunheim?
Mimir: It was to be his masterwork. He only wanted to protect his people…
Atreus: Too bad the first part got burned.
Mimir: I’d prefer the last panel was burned. Such a senseless pity…
Atreus: This place. It feels like…. like a prison.
Mimir: That would explain the hefty magical lock on the outside.
Atreus: But it’s more than that. I have this feeling… like something is waiting for us down here.
Mimir: You’ve a knack for ominous statements, lad.
Kratos: What kind of something?
Atreus: I’m not sure. Something powerful.
Kratos: Whatever you feel, boy… we will handle it. We have come this far, yes?
Atreus: Yes, father.
Mimir: A Valkyrie… imprisoned? She actually did it.
Atreus: A Valkyrie? But I thought they were just spirits.
Mimir: Take caution, lads. A Valkyrie in the flesh… I can’t think of a more formidable opponent.
Kratos: She does not attack.
Atreus: Does she even know we’re here? Whoah! I think she knows we’re here now! Okay, here we go!
[Kratos defeat a Valkyrie named Gunnr.]
Gunnr: You have freed me from my corrupted form. You have my eternal gratitude, but my sister remain trapped as I was. Take my helm. Find them. Free them. The fate of the Valkyries rests on your shoulders.
Mimir: The fate of the Valkyries…
Atreus: Sound pretty important.
Mimir: That’s putting it mildly, lad.
Kratos: What do you know of them?
Mimir: A fair question. And yet, no one easily answered. I know more that most, but much of their history is veiled in secrecy. My own experience with the Valkyries ends with my imprisonment.
Kratos: You are avoiding the question, Head.
Mimir: As I said, brother… it’s complicated. I don’t know why of how they’ve become such wrenched creatures… but perhaps if we can free more of them…
Atreus: You want us to fight more of those things?!
Mimir: “The fate of the Valkyries.” lad. A more worthy endeavour, there is not.
Kratos: It will be dangerous.
Mimir: Well, that hasn’t stopped you before, aye?
Mimir: That’s the spirit! What now then? Maybe Freya ought to have a look at the boy.
Atreus: No, I feel better now. I just needed to catch my breath. Where do we go next?
Mimir: Well, now that we’ve got the Giant’s chisel, we need to learn the travel rune to Jötunheim so we can carve it into that special gateway atop the peak, and open realm travel to the land of the Giants.
Atreus: You don’t know it?
Mimir: Alas, no- but the Serpent did mention that the Giants had entrusted that secret to Týr.
Atreus: Isn’t Týr dead?
Mimir: Aye, but his hidden vault is very much in reach. The doors are beneath his temple, submerged in the lake for generations until our snake-friend shifted his weight. There we shall find the fabled “Black Rune of Jötunheim”…
Atreus: We could also explore some more. We got that chisel now, and that vault isn’t going anywhere. Seems a shame to waste the boat.
Kratos: We shall see, boy.
Atreus: Okay, obviously the marriage with Odin didn’t last. But how did Freya end up a hermit in the woods?
Mimir: Oh, that was a singular piece of cruelty, even for Odin. As if the marriage wasn’t punishment enough! Freya was better to him than he deserved. She stuck it out through all manner of indignity, all in the name of maintaining peace, and safety for her people. But Odin’s madness, his tyranny, his corruption of her magicks- it became more than she could stomach, and at long last she broke it off. Odin’s wrath was fierce, and his curses upon her were more than she’d dared to fear.
Atreus: But her magic was so much stronger than his…
Mimir: After so much time together, he knew her vulnerabilities, and exploited them to craft curses she could never break.
Atreus: Oh… like not being able to leave Midgard.
Mimir: Worse still, he robbed her of her warrior spirit. Freya cannot fight--even to defend herself. No living thing way she harm, by blade nor spell. In a world this belligerent, what choice does she have but isolation!
Atreus: Poor Freya… I guess if I was her, I’d spit in your face too.
Mimir: Aye, lad. So would I.
Kratos: These bones pulse with magic…
Atreus: It must be Gullveig! Could we… could we just hold onto it? Maybe we’ll find the rest of them.
Kratos: This Spirit lies to you, boy.
Atreus: How would you know?
Kratos: I have known many spirits. They are all liars.
Atreus: This one is different. I know it.
Kratos: You “know” very little. Trusting a spirit to keep its word is foolish, boy.
Atreus: But, if there’s even a chance… Don’t you want to see Mom again?
Kratos: Of course I- She is gone, Atreus. You must accept this.
Atreus: I do, but… to see her again, just one more time…
Kratos: Why do you believe him? You do not know him, or who he was. All of this is sinister.
Atreus: He wants to see someone he loved again. I… I understand how it feels. I don’t think there’s anything sinister about it.
Kratos: Hope is blinding your instincts, boy.
Atreus: Wow… It’s like there was an entire city under the water!
Mimir: Aye, lad. A forgotten city.
Atreus: What was it called?
Mimir: Erm, well… I forgot!
Spirit: Bothvar… Frømund… Eric…
Atreus: Are you okay?
Spirit: No, son. My goods are underwater. My men are drowned. And yet, their bodies continue to walk the beaches.
Kratos: Hel-Walkers. They plague these lands.
Spirit: I was their captain. They died because of me. But these abominations sully their memories. I will find a way to free them from their tortured state. In this, I am determined. A thunderstorm scattered all three of my ships across the lake. I know not what I did to anger Thor… but his judgement was swift and brutal. I discovered opportunities for hunting and trade in these lands. I gave my search for Jötunheim long ago. Leave that for the younger, more helpful men.
Atreus: Gullveig’s bones.
Kratos: What will you say to her?
Atreus: To Gullveig?
Kratos: Your mother. What have you left unsaid?
Atreus: I… I guess I… I just want to know if she’s okay.
Kratos: She is dead, boy.
Atreus: I know that! I… You don’t understand.
Kratos: Neither do you.
Spirit: I felt blessed to lead such a loyal crew. We’d become a family over the years. And now… my family is cursed.
Atreus: What would you say to Mom?
Kratos: There is nothing left to say.
Atreus: What about everything we’ve done so far? That man coming to the house… Talking to the World Serpent… We’ve done so many amazing things. I just want to tell her about them. Don’t you?
Kratos: What else would you say to her?
Atreus: I’d tell her that we’re both okay. Not to worry about.
Kratos: Atreus, I… I miss her too. You know this.
Atreus: I thought I “knew very little.” Mimir- there was a shrine about a Glant lady, with lots of books, and visions…
Mimir: Ah, that would be Gróa, the knowledge Keeper. She was a gifted sorceress who gathered every tome or arcane wisdom she could find in the realms, all in the hopes of augmenting her powers of prophecy that she might find her lost husband, Aurvandil. But it was not her husband she would glimpse in her visions- for it was Gróa, sending longer and farther than any before or since, who witnessed Ragnarök- the end and the beginning. When Odin caught word of her ultimate prophecy, he maneuvered to obtain her knowledge and hoard it for himself. Gróa knew Odin as a longtime patron of her services, and so she welcomed him into her library as a friend. What she did not know is that Odin himself was behind her husband’s disappearance, having used is enchantments to conceal his death at Thor’s hands from her sight. Smiling, jealous Odin took her by the throat, and with his very hands he stole her library and her life for his own.
Atreus: I always knew Odin was bad. But that’s just…
Mimir: Ruthless? Barbaric? Heartless? That’s Odin. In fact, we would do well to sit here in silence for the next few moments and reflect on Odin’s capacity for cruelty. And so-
Kratos: Reflect longer. Boy.
Atreus: Yes, sir! Hey, it’s another treasure map!
Kratos: The final bone.
Kratos: We might as well return them to the Spirit. Maybe he will keep his word, and-
Atreus: I know she’s not coming back, okay! I just… Nevermind. (sighs) Let’s just go return the bones.
Kratos: Head… you are full of stories. When will you tell one that entertains?
Mimir: I beg your pardon!
Atreus: He just insulted you.
Mimir: Yeah, I got that. So you want a corker, do ya? Very well, my brothers- I’ll tell you the story of Hrungnir the Brawler. The real story.
Atreus: There was a huge battle, right? His shrine had him in the middle, fighting off Aesir…
Mimir: A pretty story, but… no. Hrungnir, you see, was born with neither head nor heart, so the Giants had to complete him with stone. He was strong, to be sure- but also a perfect simpleton. Odin met him wandering in Midgard one day- found him so amusing, so harmless, so gullible, that he invites him back to his palace in Asgard. There he gives Hrungnir his full of mead, and goads him into all manner of boast and antics, all for the amusement of the court. I was there- I saw the Aesir laugh as Hrungnir leapt upon his shield and swore he’d kill us all and take our womenfolk tack to Jötunheim. Then Thor shows up- and does he laugh? Oh, no. Thor takes one look at the drunken stone buffoon, and brings down Mjölnir on his head so hard that he’s got chunks of Hrungnir in his own skull to this day. Thor is so startled by the faceful of rock, he doesn’t notice Hrungnir’s body topple right onto him with sickening crunch! And again, the roars of laughter echo through the palace halls!
Atreus: That’s an awful story, Mimir. Nothing like the ones mother told me.
Mimir: Let that be a lesson, m’son- truth is seldom so pretty as myth and legend.
Atreus: I wonder why Gullveig’s bones are all over the place?
Mimir: For desecration, typically. Pieces of scattered corpse make for a piss poor soul. No hope for Valhalla or Helheim when your arm’s on one beach and your head’s on another.
Kratos: Why not ask the Spirit? I am sure he will be forthcoming with answers.
Atreus: I have a question. If Ymir was the First Giant, where did he come from?
Mimir: In the beginning, there was Ginnungagap, the great void. There were no realms yet, only primordial forces. There was Fire, and there was Ice, and there in the Void they met, and produced…
Mimir: More than water - the mystic life blood of something entirely now. From this water, Ymir took form, and became a being of pure creation and chaos, mother and father to all that came after.
Atreus: Even the Aesir?
Mimir: Aye, every god, man, and beast came first from Ymir’s flesh. Though it was the Aesir who thought themselves so superior that they should hold dominion over the rest of creation. It was Odin who took arms against his creator, and spilled Ymir’s life-blood with his spear. A necessary evil, he would say, to bring Order to the realms. From Ymir’s torn flesh, Odin would fashion the realm of Midgard for his own. Called himself “Allfather” - as if he was the creator, and not the creator’s destroyer. A small… covetous… tyrant…
Mimir: Mm? Oh, sorry, m’boy. You know, I think it best we just end it there actually.
Atreus: Okay, I know I saw something.
Kratos: I saw it too.
Atreus: Freya did say the Jötunheim realm tower was missing from the lake. But maybe only kinda?
Mimir: Very strange indeed…
Kratos: We have collected the rest of your woman’s corpse, Spirit. Show us this magic you have promised!
Spirit: Ꭺhhh! My sweet Gullveig… whole again. Rise, dear Gullveig. AWAKEN, OH POWERFUL GULLVEIG!
Gullveig: Evni ykkarr biðjast…
Atreus: She says she will honour our request!
Atreus: And reunite us…
Gullveig: Inn dauðr!!! (…in death!)
Atreus: OK… You were right.
Kratos: Focus up, boy!
[They defeat Gullveig.]
Atreus: Alright. Say it. “I told you so.”
Kratos: I told you so.
Atreus: “You are a naive, foolish boy.”
Kratos: This is true as well. But do not take your disappointment out on me, boy. Take it as a lesson.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
Atreus: Oooh… Týr’s vault is behind that magical lock! I can’t believe we ‘re setting foot in Týr’s vault! Another one of these. It’s Týr! But… the middle panel is missing. Wait, I thought Týr was a god, not a giant.
Mimir: Aye. But he was loved by everyone, including the giants. Other than me, he was the only one they gifted with their special sight. Hey… I wonder if the giants left a triptych about me somewhere too?
Kratos: Go ahead.
Atreus: Actually… come look. Let me show you how to read this.
Kratos: That us not necess-
Atreus: You’ve taught me so much. Let me teach you something.
Atreus: Come on. You already speak it. Learning to read won’t be that hard.
Kratos: I know how to read, boy. Just not this tongue.
Atreus: You’re halfway there already then. Okay… so the runes represent a lot of different things. Some gods, some animals, and some are-
Atreus: Oh, am I going too fast? Sorry I’ll-
Kratos: Not that. Do you smell something?
Atreus: Yeah, I do. Smells like- rain?
[A lighting strikes at them. Modi enters and put Kratos into lightning chains.]
Modi: You ruined everything. I earned that fucking hammer, but now everyone’s gonna think I only got it ‘cause Magni’s gone. I’ll be a joke. But if I kill you-
Modi: …no one’s gonna laugh at me.
[He shot at Modi but it jut make him angrier.]
Modi: Wow, are you dumb. That your father’s doing or did you get it from your mom? She stupid and ugly?
Atreus: Shut up!
[He trying to attack Modi with a knife. Modi dodges and hits Atreus with his shield.]
Atreus: You don’t… know anything… about my mother.
Modi: Oh that’s true. But I’m gonna get to know you really well. You’re gonna be my new brother… right after I finish killing your father.
Atreus: STOP IT!
[Atreus screams and flames appear on his chest. I dare say it was the Spartan Rage, Kratos’ signature ability.]
[He faints almost immediately.]
Modi: Whoops… I think I broke him.
[Kratos slowly stands up…]
Modi: No… Stay back!
[Kratos takes away his sparkling stick and punch Modi in the chest as hard as he can.]
Modi: No… This isn’t over!
[Modi runs away.]
Mimir: Brother… the boy.
Mimir: You have to get him to Freya quickly! There’s no other way.
[BEHIND THE LOCK COMPLETED.]
Mimir: Take the boat. Freya’s isn’t far. Odin’s eye is on you, brother. Especially now that you’ve taken to killing his kin. Freya’s forest is a blind spot for him. This is our smartest move. And if anyone can heal him, it’s her.
Kratos: What is happening to him?
Mimir: I’ve seen it in mortals, that some conflict of the mind expresses itself as an ailment of the body.
Never in a God, but… a God believing himself mortal? I can only imagine… We’re almost there. Somebody just called the serpent.
Kratos: Yes. The fever burns hotter. He is shaking,
Mimir: It’s serious. We must hurry.
Kratos: Freya! Open the door! We need your help! Woman, do you hear me? It is urgent!
Freya: I am still a god! Go away.
Kratos: The boy has fallen ill! Freya!
[She immediately opens.]
Kratos: (faint voice) He is ill.
Freya: Inside. This is no ordinary illness. The boy’s true nature, your true nature, fights within him.
Kratos: (whispers) I did this to him…? Will you help me?
Freya: Of course… There is a rare ingredient found only in Helheim. The keeper that protects the Bridge of The Damned. I need its heart.
Freya: The Realm of the Dead. Do you know it?
Kratos: Not this one…
Freya: It is a land of unyielding cold. Fires cannot burn there, and no magic in all the nine realms can create a blaze. As for the dead… your frost axe will be useless. You’ll need to find something else.
Kratos: Then I must return home… dig up a past I swore would stay buried.
Freya: Who you were before doesn’t matter. This boy is not your past he is your son… and he needs his father. This rune opens the bridge to Helheim. When you are there, do not under any circumstances cross the Bridge of The Damned. There is no road back. Understand?
Freya: Boy… Heimili! (Home!) You must hurry. Through my garden there’s a path leading to my boat. Take it. Return home. Dig up your past. Do whatever you need to do. Just bring me back the bridge keeper’s heart, and your son may survive. Now…
Kratos: Freya… When last we spoke… I was…
Freya: No. You are right to distrust the word of a god. No need to explain. Not to me. Not for that. I will keep him safe. That’s a mother’s promise.
[He’s leaving the witch’s house.]
Mimir: Helheim, of all places… You alright, brother?
Kratos: I will do what I must. Leave me be.
Mimir: As you wish.
[Once in the boat, he goes back to his house… The Spitit of Athena silently accompany him.]
Kratos: Athena… Get out of my head.
[Coming home, he pulls out from the basement his legendary blades wrapped in Greek fabric. Kratos with an uneasy heart touches them carefully. His chain wounds whine with pain. Athena appears in the doorway.]
Spirit of Athena: There’s nowhere you can hide, Spartan. Put as much distance between you and the truth as you want, it changes nothing. Pretend to be everything you are not… teacher… husband… father… but there is one unavoidable truth you will never escape: You cannot change. You will always be a monster.
[Kratos equip his blades.]
Kratos: I know. But I am your monster no longer.
Mimir: Alright, brother… let’s see what those blades can do. Left side, brother! Right flank! Watch your right! My, yes… those blades will serve quite well in Helheim. Now. I believe I see a door to the Realm Between Realms over there - in your front yard no less! Take the shortcut back to the realm travel temple, then on to Helheim, yeah? Well, I’m pretty sure you weren’t talking to me back there. Anything you’d like to get off your chest, brother? I can assure you I’m unsurpassed in keeping confidences. Well, you know where to find me. And for the record, I’d already guessed you were Greek. “Athena?” Dead giveaway.
Brok: What? Hey! You reek of foreign magick. Sweet Nanna’s nethers, what are those…? I have never seen the like… That’s you be a family heirloom…
Kratos: NO. Nor will it ever be.
Brok: Son, my brother and me created Mjölnir for the big idiot… I know from quality. And them… them’s special. I say, where’s the little turd?
Kratos: He has fallen ill.
Brok: No… What happened? Aesir?
Kratos: No. The fault is mine… and my responsibility to make it right.
Brok: We all gotta take responsibility sometimes, huh? Say, what can I do to help him? I can do things. You want I should tag along?
Kratos: No. You work here… is enough.
Brok: All right. So where you off to in such a hurry?
Kratos: The realm of the dead.
Brok: Helheim?!? Shit… this is serious. I’ll be keeping my eyes on you…
Mimir: Now that Freya’s given you the travel rune to Helheim, it should be unlocked on the table. And it’s done. We really are doing this.
Brok: I’ll be watching your back!
Mimir: Let me take this moment to tell you what you are about to do is absolutely insane. Not even Odin can survive this cold, so I hope those blades work.
Kratos: Is this the bridge Freya spoke of?
Mimir: No, we’re still on the realm travel bridge. We’re after the Bridge of the Damned. The dead use it to cross into their permanent home, the city of Helheim. The bridge keeper who minds admission - he’s the one we want. Just follow this bridge… should lead us straight to him. Do You know… I’d really hope never to see this place again. Use the fire of your blades to burn away that Hel’s Bramble blocking the path. See that? One of the many reasons we went back for those blades… Oh, this is all wrong. Only the newly-dead should be here. There’s too many The gate must be closed… and if the gate’s closed, then it’s true-Hel’s full up. Without the Valkyrie to sort and cull them, Hel is overwhelmed.
Kratos: When we killed the reavers near my home… they came here? How did they return so quickly?
Mimir: Time doesn’t move the same between all realms, especially where the spirit world is concerned.
Kratos: Like the light of Alfheim…
Mimir: The opposite, in fact… the Lake of Souls feels faster than Alfheim time, but Hel is much slower than Midgard. Sorry, I’m sure that’s confusing-
Kratos: If we will be back to my son all the sooner, that is good.
Mimir: Ah! Aren’t you a quick study.
Kratos: This Valhalla… is it within Hel?
Mimir: Oh no, no- Valhalla is part of Asgard. Only the worthy dead go there, the warriors who die in glorious combat. Hel is for those who die in dishonour.
Mimir: Aye, and those dead of disease, mishap, age…
Kratos: It is dishonourable to grow old?
Mimir: Well, never too late to go out fighting, I suppose.
Kratos: Will killing the Bridge Keeper help the dead leave Midgard?
Mimir: I don’t expect it will. Though I don’t suppose it will make things any worse, either. It’ll be one less obstacle for the living to reach the inner sanctum of Helheim… but who’d be mad enough to go there? The Bridge of the Damned. And there’s the keeper making sure the dead are really dead.
Kratos: What is that he holds?
Mimir: That totem contains a powerful source of magical energy-the very power of Helheim itself. But what you want is his heart. Just take it and we can leave.
Mimir: Start some trouble. You can do that, right?
[Kratos defeat the keeper named MÁTTUGR HELSON (MIGHTY SON OF HEL).]
Mimir: Now the heart, brother. You’ll have to get your hands dirty.
Kratos: I have the heart. I need nothing more?
Mimir: You’re set. But better not to linger here though, eh?
[Something big and ominous appears in the distance.]
Kratos: My father…
Mimir: Your father was Zeus?!? That explains a lot.
Kratos: What is that place?
Mimir: Never go there. Understand?
Kratos: How is he here? That is not possible.
Mimir: It’s just an illusion. Hel’s known for torturing its inhabitants with their own past. We should focus on getting back to your son.
Brok: Sshhh! I ain’t supposed to be here. S’cold! Real quick, gimme your blades.
Brok: I said I’d help you and I aim to. C’mon!
[Kratos gives him his blades.]
Brok: My equipment’s in Midgard. Be right back.
Mimir: You… you don’t suppose he nicked those, do you?
Brok: There! Now they’re ready for the Winds of Hel. Just target this magical glowy bit here with your blades and throw. No target that wind trap with your blades- It’s that little ball hanging in the middle of the door, see it? Just let ‘er loose. Now target that wind trap with your blades. See there? See that? Now you can absorb and release the Winds of Hel whenever it damn pleases you, so you’re welcome and I’m leaving. This place is cold enough to freeze pair of pigeon eggs.
Mimir: I sometimes wonder if there was once some sort of accident in his brain.
Kratos: We have been away too long.
Mimir: Sorry, brother… I am stuck on what I heard back there. Zeus was your father?
Kratos: Now now. We should focus on getting out of Hel.
Mimir: And with that I cannot argue. I’ll just contemplate that little nugget in silence then.
[Kratos goes back to Brok’s workshop.]
Brok: You made it! Better get home to your boy already!
Mimir: We shouldn’t delay, brother-it’s straight back to Midgard with that heart. Your father was Zeus. I finally understand. I’m dangling from the hip of the bloody Ghost of Sparta.
Kratos: (angrily) Do NOT call me that.
Mimir: Don’t mistake me, brother. From what I heard the pantheon had it coming, But it’s still a bit to take in. I knew you hate gods, but you really can’t stay away from them, can you?
Kratos: You must say nothing to the boy. He must never know.
Mimir: Bollocks, brother, respectfully, bollocks. He has to know. He’ll never be whole without the truth. Look. I get it. You hate the gods. All gods. It’s no accident that includes yourself. And it includes your boy, don’t you see that? He feels that! He can’t help what he is. He can’t begin to help it, because you haven’t even told him. It’s all connected, man!
Kratos: You… will tell him nothing.
Mimir: Very well.
Brok: Hey, so you know that shortcut between realms? Well, I made it better! Or I might have brokes it.
Kratos: We use that…
Brok: I know you do! So I took a few gusts from them Winds of Hel and made it so it ain’t just one-way. Now you can use it to travel to and from. If I didn’t breaks it.
Kratos: Then we can take it to Freya.
Mimir: There’s an idea, brother!
Brok: Might be some kinks to sort out, but you’ll make it.
Mimir: Just go, brother. Well, you gentlemen certainly know how to get around.
Mimir: Well, this isn’t right. But close enough. He did say there were kinks.
Kratos: We must hurry. The heart…
Freya: You have it?
[He touches Atreus’ forehead.]
Freya: Back of your hand.
Kratos: He is still ill.
Freya: I can break the fever, but to heal…
Kratos: …he must know the truth of what he is.
Kratos: It is not so simple.
Freya: Help me prop him up? Did I tell you that I have a son too? It’s been… forever since I last saw him. At his birth, the runes foretold a needless death. The babe in my arms was so small, so helpless. I knew right then I would do anything to protect him. No matter the sacrifice… Of course everything I did, I did for myself. I let my needs, my fears, come before what he needed… and I couldn’t see his resentment until it was too late. Don’t make the same mistake. Have faith in him. I know the truth isn’t simple… but nothing is when it involves your child.
Kratos: It is a curse. The boy has been cursed.
[Suddenly Atreus wakes up.]
Atreus: Don’t leave without me.
Kratos: I will not.
Atreus: I’m better now.
Kratos: I see that. Is he well enough to travel?
Freya: For now.
Atreus: It won’t happen again. I promise.
Kratos: You see that it does not.
[He thanks Freya by shaking her hand. THE SICKNESS COMPLETED.]
Kratos: Freya… I will not forget this.
Freya: Your father did the heavy lifting. You should stay. Recover.
Kratos: You have done enough.
Freya: You know my door is always open to you.
[Kratos look in a window.]
Atreus: That’s Vanaheim, isn’t it?
Freya: Can you figure that out, did you?
Atreus: Well, the window looks like Bifröst crystal… and I know that’s not what’s on the other side of the wall. And, well… It makes you sad.
Freya: You are wise for one so young. Yes, this is the window to a home I left long ago. But it’s only a view.
Atreus: The thing that happened to you in Alfheim… you can’t leave Midgard, can you?
Freya: A “gift” from my former husband upon our separation.
Kratos: Why would Odin trap you in Midgard?
Freya: Petty cruelty would be reason enough for him. But as with all his rash decisions, he’s driven by fear. The Vanir were the greatest threat to the Aesir until our marriage brokered peace. Many of the Vanir now think I betrayed them… the fruits of my sacrifice- to be hated by my own kind. To trap me here is to ensure I can never make it right.
Mimir: Now then… before Modi so rudely interrupted us, we were just about to explore Týr’s vault.
Kratos: Yes. To find the Black Rune. Boy, do you know the way from here?
Atreus: Oh. I don’t know.
Mimir: Sure, you do, lad. We need a boat!
Atreus: I dunno, I guess we need a boat.
Mimir: Okay then!
THE BLACK RUNEEdit
Mimir: Ah, see? The boat washed ashore. Someone did call the serpent earlier.
Kratos: Get in. I will pull. You are quiet. Are you not better?
Atreus: I guess.
Kratos: I know you overheard my talk with Freya. You think you understand. But you do not. Why do you say nothing?
Atreus: You said I was cursed. You think I’m weak, because I’m not like you. I know I was never what you wanted. But after all this, I thought… maybe things were different.
Kratos: You do not know everything, boy.
Atreus: No. But at least I know the truth now.
Kratos: The truth… The truth. I am a god, boy, from another land far from here. When I came to these shores, I chose to live as a man. But the truth is… I was born a god. And so were you. Boy? Have you nothing to say?
Atreus: I’m… Can I… turn into an animal?
Kratos: (blankly) Can you turn into an animal? No… no, I do not think so.
Atreus: I’m a god. Mother knew? She was a god too?
Kratos: No, she was mortal, but she knew my true nature.
Atreus: I’m a god. Why did you wait so long to tell me?
Kratos: I had hoped to spare you. Being a god… It can be lifetime of anguish and tragedy. That is the curse.
Atreus: What sorts of things can I do? Can I fly? Or turn invisible? I don’t feel like a god.
Kratos: I do not know the reach of your godhood, but over time, we will learn.
Atreus: You sure I can’t turn into a wolf?
Kratos: You are welcome to surprise me…
Kratos: Is this why I hear voices sometimes? You sure you’ve never heard any?
Kratos: Not as you do.
Mimir: That’s no surprise. Every god is unique.
Atreus: So… maybe I won’t get strong like father… but I’ll have abilities all my own!
Mimir: You already do, laddy! Your faculty for language is extraordinary for one so young. Time alone will tell what else you’ll become capable of.
Atreus: So… you knew all along.
Mimir: I did, lad. But I’ve known more than my share of gods.
Atreus: Me too, apparently. I wonder who else knew I was a god… Freya for sure… Brok and Sindri?
Kratos: They do not need to know.
Atreus: (gasps) Baldur! Does he know? Is that why he’s after us? Do you know him from before!
Kratos: The day of your mother’s funeral was the first time I ever saw Baldur. That is the truth.
Mimir: Hey- we don’t have to go right back to Týr’s Vault, do we? I mean… we’re gods! We can do whatever we want, right? What do you really feel like doing right now?
Kratos: I will show you.
[They go in search of the dead sailors.]
Atreus: Were all those guys part of his crew? That’s a tough crew.
Kratos: And all were his responsibility.
Atreus: That’s a lot of responsibility.
Kratos: Does it frighten you?
Atreus: Oh. Uh, no. I don’t think so. I mean, I think it used to. But not us much anymore.
Kratos: Why is that?
Atreus: Well, being out here… with you… It makes me feel more grown up.
Mimir: Týr’s Braziers - a symbol of the light that binds all realms together.
Atreus: Why would he use those strange runes, though?
Mimir: Now that you mentioned it… he wouldn’t. Hmm.
Atreus: Seriously, how did this one captain lead so many men?
Kratos: He had their loyalty. So they followed.
Atreus: And then they all died. It must’ve been a bad leader.
Kratos: Why do you think that?
Atreus: Well, he led all of these men to their deaths.
Kratos: True. But these men chose to follow.
Kratos: Even good leaders make poor choices. The best take responsibility for them. Remember this.
Atreus: Father, were you ever a leader?
Kratos: I… Many years ago. Yes. I led men in battle.
Atreus: Were you a good leader?
Kratos: It is… complicated.
Atreus: Did you-
Kratos: No more questions, boy. Focus on the task at hand.
Atreus: Yes, sir.
Spirit: My… my men are… They roam no longer?
Atreus: That’s right! We kille- uh… we laid them all the rest.
Spirit: I see… So even in death, I am a failure.
Kratos: But in life, you were honourable. Strong-willed. And you inspired loyalty. These are good qualities. Aren’t they, boy?
Atreus: Yeah. I couldn’t believe how many men followed you here!
Spirit: I… Thank you for your kind words. May your journey have a more pleasant end than mine.
Atreus: Well, you were right. He didn’t seem very satisfied. I guess you never really get over losing the ones you care about.
Kratos: Hmnph. Never.
[They board the boat and sail away. Atreus sees the ghost tower again.]
Atreus: There it was again! It’s there and then it’s not. What does it mean?
[They move on.]
Atreus: This is where the tower to Jötunheim should be. Feels… strange, somehow.
Mimir: No doubt some arcane magicks were involved. I would be not at all surprised to learn you were sensitive to that.
[Kratos enter Týr’s Temple and walk to the sand bowl.]
Atreus: Here we go again…
Kratos: Read it.
Atreus: “Death itself I swallow / To spring forth life tomorrow.”
Mimir: Oh… I like that one. I wonder if I wrote it…
Kratos: Is that the answer there?
Atreus: It says “Earth."
Mimir: Mm. Swallows death, brings forth life…
Atreus: Jörð… (Earth…)
[A giant lift starts and our heroes ride down.]
Atreus: I wish I’d known I was a god in Alfheim… I wouldn’t have felt so bad about killing so many Elves.
Mimir: Well, I’m not sure that’s the lesson…
Kratos: You’ve done nothing to regret. The Elves forced their affairs upon us…
Atreus: No, I get it now. We had god things to do, and they were in the way, dragging us into their little problems.
Mimir: Again, are we just leaving that there…?
Atreus: I mean, just knowing we’re gods makes me feel so much… stronger.
Mimir: Maybe you feel a little too good right now. With power comes a big choice, lad. You can either serve yourself or put your godhood in the service of others. Like Týr did.
Atreus: People really loved him, huh?
Mimir: Aye. A god of war, but one who fought for peace. Had a reputation for being heroic and lawful, using his power and knowledge to stop wars, rather than start them.
Atreus: So there are good gods…
Mimir: Once in a moon. It’s been known to happen, yes.
Atreus: This one mentions places I’ve never even heard of. Seems Týr really liked to travel.
Mimir: Týr believed the mind, not might, was key to preventing war and chaos. And he also knew visiting other cultures would give him perspective staying in one place could not. While Odin always hoarded knowledge, guarding it jealously, Týr was open and sharing with his learning and his wisdom. For this, mortals adored Tyr, showing their love by bringing him gifts the world over.
Atreus: So what ever happened to Týr?
Mimir: Odin came to regard him as a threat to his rule… he suspected Týr of collaborating to aid the Giants instead of helping to steal their secrets for the Aesir. Same thing he accused me of, frankly- though in Týr’s case, I believe he was right.
Atreus: You think Týr was helping the Giants?
Mimir: I do. He felt responsible for the suffering visited upon them by Odin. I suspect he had something to do with helping them cover their tracks.
Atreus: The missing Jötunheim tower!
Mimir: Correct. Whatever happened to it, I believe it could only have been done with Týr and the Giants working together.
Kratos: Where is that Black Rune, Head?
Mimir: Don’t know. I’ve never been in here.
Atreus: The stone! That has to be it!
[The Black Rune covers itself in protection rings.]
Mimir: Didn’t think it would be that easy?
Atreus: No… Was kind of hoping though… So what now?
Mimir: Brother… a trap for the Winds of Hel. But where do you think the Winds are?
Atreus: The winds of what?
Mimir: Oh… we forgot to mention that? When you were sick, we went to Helheim to get your cure.
Atreus: You did?
Mimir: Terrible experience, by the by. Your da’ picked up a new trick though… with a little help from Brok.
Atreus: Brok was there too!?! I… but… We’ll get back to this later.
Mimir: Ah… a sgian-dubh from my homeland. Used to have one of my own back in the day. You should take it, boy!
Kratos: Yes, boy… take it. We might need to butter bread somewhere on our travels.
Mimir: This is why no one likes you.
Atreus: Wow. Look at that!
[Kratos finds a vessel of wine from Greece. He uncorks it and inhales the aroma of his home. Then he notices a vase with the image of the slayer of the gods and beasts on it, his past. He, as if by accident, breaks it.]
Atreus: What’d you find?
Kratos: Enough distraction. Do not forget why we are here.
[He picks up some Egyptian amulet.]
Mimir: That’s from a great desert land very far from here.
Atreus: Do gods live there?
Mimir: Oh my yes… many, many gods.
Atreus: Good or bad?
Mimir: Not as simple as that, I’m afraid…
Atreus: What did you see in the vault that set you off?
Kratos: It is not important.
Atreus: Seemed important to you.
Kratos: It was a rash impulse. You need not dwell on my failings.
Atreus: Wow. That was almost an apology. Well I guess you do like to smash pottery.
Atreus: Look, I just want to know the truth from now on, okay? I don’t care if it hurts me or not. I want to learn. Just ’cause you hate being a god doesn’t mean I have to. And I thought the saws were scary. Look! It’s the wolf-giants, Sköll and Hati!
Mimir: That’s right, “the bringers of day and night."
Atreus: Ragnarök begins when they catch the sun and moon, right? Did Týr know them?
Mimir: I don’t know. Liked them well enough to cover massive wall in his vault with them though.
Atreus: Don’t you enjoy it at all? Being a god? Out on an adventure in some amazing place? Maybe mother wanted us to have a little fun. Everything we’ve seen and done… maybe it was her gift. I don’t see another trap for the… uh…
Mimir: “Winds of Hel?” Maybe we can get up to one of those balconies for a better look?
Atreus: You know… for someone so loved, Týr sure was paranoid.
Mimir: Aye. Thanks to Odin — with good reason.
[Kratos turning a cog.]
Atreus: The runestone - it’s lowering!
[Suddenly some vines grabs him.]
Atreus: What’s going on?!?!
[Vine wraps around Kratos’s neck and erases Freya’s mark.]
Kratos: Boy… Get out of here!
Atreus: I’m fine! How do we get you out?
Kratos: Pull chains… on the wall.
Atreus: But… there are three of them! What do I do?!?!
Kratos: Atreus… focus. You can do this.
Mimir: Please hurry! I don’t know yet if I can drown.
Atreus: Okay… think. Hati’s the silver one. He hunts the moon. Sköll’s gold and he chases the sun. For Ragnarök to happen, they have to eat them. But these are out of order.
Kratos: Good boy.
Atreus: So the moon goes on the left… sun on the right, with Midgard in the middle. But which bar do I pull?
Kratos: Right! The middle! Left, boy!
Atreus: Gotta get them in order: Moon, left… sun, right… with Midgard in the middle.
Kratos: The middle! The right, boy!
Atreus: Moon on the left, sun on the right, Midgard in the middle.
Kratos: Left, boy!
Atreus: We did it!
Mimir: Well, I can’t drown. Guess that’s something.
Atreus: We’re not stopping! Wait… what’s that big chain fo- Father! Above you!
[A moving platform begins to lift the captive Kratos to a pointy roof.]
Kratos: Boy! You have to stop at that chain!
Kratos: I… I do not know!
Atreus: Wait! I know what to do!
Kratos: Her knife?
Atreus: There’s no other way!
[He jammed the mechanism with his mother’s knife.]
Atreus: It’s not working! That should have worked!
[At the last second, the mechanism stops and Kratos breaks free.]
Kratos: Her knife…
Atreus: I know… but it saved you.
Kratos: That was cunning, boy.
Atreus: The rune’s free! I think we did it.
Mimir: Aye — let’s go see what Týr’s got for us.
Atreus: Oh, no… Freya’s protection rune — it rubbed off! What should we do?
Kratos: We keep going.
Atreus: There it is! We’ve got it!
Kratos: Boy. Here.
[He give Atreus a knife.]
Kratos: On the day you were born, I made two knives, mixing metals from my home and from this land. One for myself, and when you were ready, one for you. Today is that day.
Atreus: So I’m a man now, like you.
Kratos: No. We are not men. We are more than that. The responsibility is far greater. And you must be better than me. Understand? Say it.
Atreus: I will be better.
Kratos: The power of this weapon, any weapon, comes from here…
[He touches Atreus’ heart.]
Kratos: …but only when tempered by this.
[He touches Atreus’ head.]
Kratos: By the discipline, the self-control of the one who wields it. That is where the true strength of a warrior lies. You must never forget that.
Kratos: Good then. Come.
[Atreus uses his new knife to break the seal of the rune.]
Atreus: Dreifa. (Scatter.)
[Kratos takes the Black Rune.]
[He throws the rune to Atreus as if it were a piece of ordinary stone.]
[In his hands, the rune begins to glow. The body of Atreus begin to cover with letters, and the rune itself is crumbling.]
Kratos: The rune! Did you see it?!
Kratos: Are you certain?
Atreus: I got it. Trust me.
[Two huge trolls, Grendel of the Ashes and Grendel of the Frost attack them.]
Kratos: Grendel… Aim for the face.
Watch out father! Kráku lið! (Shitty crew!? Whew! He was big. But no match for us gods.
Kratos: I have beaten bigger.
Atreus: Heh… “Puny troll!"…
Mimir: Yeeeeah… I’m turned around, which way is the sandbowl back up?
[At the sand bowl.]
Atreus: Jörð… (Earth…)
[They slowly going up.]
Atreus: We’re so close to the end…
[He takes out the vessel of wine from Týr’s workshop.]
Kratos: Lemnian wine. From the island of Lemnos, near the place of my birth.
Atreus return the vessel to Kratos, but he does not take it back and offers Atreus to drink from it.
Kratos: To a journey’s end.
Atreus: Really? Smells like rotten eggs. Is it still good?
[Atreus drinks and frowns. Kratos smirks, takes the vessel and finishes the wine.]
[They sit in silence for a few seconds, while the platform rises to the bridge.]
Atreus: Father? Why did you leave your home and come here! Does it have to do with the other gods there? It’s just… you hate the gods so much. But Týr proves that gods can be good. And you’re good. You only killed those deserving, right?
Kratos: (hesitantly) Yes.
Mimir: Ah, but who’s worthy enough to judge?
Atreus: Quiet, head. We are. We know better.
Mimir: Huh. Sounding more like your da’ by the moment.
Atreus: I think I’m going to like being a god…
[THE BLACK RUNE COMPLETED.]
RETURN TO THE SUMMITEdit
Atreus: We go where we want, we do what we want, and now we’re gonna go see the Giants!
Mimir: Aye! Having learned that travel rune to Jötunheim, we can now head back to the gateway on top of the peak, and put that magic chisel to good use.
Atreus: Nobody’s getting in our way this time! Come on!
[At Brok’s workshop.]
Brok: Hey, look who’s back up and about. Didn’t I tell you he’d be fine?
Kratos: What do you want, Dwarf?
Brok: I got another lead on my ol’ pal Andvari. Meet me at the Landsuther Mines? There’s sum fancy-dancy loot in it for you.
Atreus: Another lead? But we already found him… Well… found his hand, anyways.
Brok: I’ll explain it at the Mines. These ones is just south of the River Pass. Now you two want somethin’, or you just going to stand there, all gag-scrapped and slack-jawed?
[Kratos buys upgrades and they go to the room between realms.]
Atreus: Look, don’t be mad… but I’ve seen those blades of yours before. They were under the house, when I was hiding. Is that why you never let me down there? Where’d they come from?
Kratos: They are my burden. From a life that is behind me.
Atreus: Well, they’re in my life to, now, and I’d like to hear that story.
Kratos: Those days are dead. To relive them is… needless.
Atreus: How can this be needless if it’s the truth?
Kratos: One day, you will understand.
Atreus: I’ll take your word for it.
[They teleport to the realm of fire - Niflheim.]
Atreus: Wow… it’s hot here. But… is that… snow?
Kratos: Ash. It’s only falls like that for great fires.
Mimir: The whole realm is a great fire… the source of fire itself, and all the sun and stars, if legend is to be believed.
Atreus: Should we believe? I mean… we’re here, and we’re not on fire.
Kratos: Not yet.
Mimir: Well, you know… I suppose it’s cooled considerably since the dawn of creation, hasn’t it? Niflheim isn’t exactly ice these days either. It’s in the nature of things extremes are tempered by time. Fires burn colder, men grow old and grey… heads are chopped off and attached to belts. Such is life!
Atreus: Uh… okay, Mimir…
[They find Brok.]
Atreus: You must like the heat, Brok…
Brok: Heat’s damned useful in my line o’ work. Even makes space itself more pliable. Take those magic doors you love so much - ’round here they’ll go right to one another, no proddin’ from ol’ Brok. Go up yonder and wake some up, you’ll see - gettin’ around Muspel’s a cinch… Long as you don’t end up cooked.
Kratos: Look here. Another.
Atreus: This one’s called “Surtr"… must be a fire giant.
Mimir: Aye, the first and original.
Atreus: He makes a flaming sword…
Mimir: A weapon of legend.
Atreus: He fights Thor and Odin. But is that the past or the future?
Mimir: Mm… that may be a matter of perspective…
Atreus: So what do you think, Mimir? What does Baldur want with us?
Mimir: Well… let’s look at what we know. Baldur is Odin’s finest tracker, bar none. If he wants you, you have to consider the possibility that Odin wants you. And as for what Odin wants, on this I have some expertise.
Atreus: What could WE have that Odin doesn’t? He’s like the king of gods!
Mimir: Of the Aesir, aye, but his reach is not unlimited. And where he cannot reach, he is preoccupied with going. He certainly tortured me enough about it over the years.
Atreus: Oh, almost forgot - Brok, this is our new friend Mimir!
Brok & Mimir: We’ve met.
Atreus: Oh! Why didn’t you say so?
Brok & Mimir: He knows why. I know why? YOU know why!
Kratos: Quiet! No more of this.
Atreus: Know what, I’m sorry brought it up.
[They leave the workshop ]
Atreus: So, Mimir… seemed like maybe you know Brok and Sindri…
Mimir: Oh, the “Huldra Brothers"…? Well, who doesn’t? They’re quite famous. Or infamous, depending on your point of view. They crafted Mjölnir, you see - Thor’s Hammer? The Aesir’s greatest murder weapon, the bane of Giant-kind…
Atreus: THEY made Thor’s hammer? I didn’t think they liked the Aesir.
Mimir: Oh, I should say not… but this was long ago, and they were eager to make a name for themselves. Rather overdid it with that one, methinks.
[They walk into workshop from another realm.]
Atreus: Hey Brok, we found something interesting.
Brok: Didja now? Well colour me interested. Týr woulda been pleased as peaches knowin’ these offerins were bein turnt to armour.
Atreus: Did you know him? What was he like?
Brok: Never you mind, boy. Týr’s dead. Best not to dig up the past.
Kratos: The dwarf speaks wisely. For once.
Brok: What’s got you all bumfuzzled over there! Get goin’!
Atreus: I’m gonna tell Sindri I’m a god. I’d like to see the look on his face.
Kratos: No. I may have kept you a secret too long… but now you will keep OUR secret.
Atreus: Huh. Why should we hide what we are? Secrets are Odin’s way. Shouldn’t we be open, like Týr?
Kratos: Týr kept secrets too. For good reasons. To protect people. It is wiser to be discreet.
Atreus: That doesn’t mean you should lie to your friends, or your family…
Mimir: I’m sure Sindri would understand and do the same, lad. Don’t fret. So, lad… excited to finally see the land of the Giants?
Atreus: Yeah. But also said the journey’s almost over. Oh! What if we get to Jötunheim, and there aren’t any Giants there either?
Kratos: Makes little difference to us. Fulfilling your mother’s wish is what is important.
[Large cog rolling from Sindri’s workshop. Atreus stops it.]
Sindri: Ah! Don’t go anywhere - be with you in two shakes.
Atreus: Father, can I tell him?
Sindri: Tell me what? Did you put this wheel in your month? Oh god,I’ll vomit. I’m not kidding. I’ll throw upon it…
Kratos: It is nothing. A family matters.
Sindri: Oh, can tell you a thing or two about family matters…
Atreus: (angrily) Let me guess… your brother isn’t as talented as you, and his work is junk.
Sindri: Uh… those things are accurate. Your point?
Atreus: It’s all you ever talk about, over and over. Do something about it or shut up already.
Sindri: I see…
[The rain clouds begin to assemble…]
Atreus: (screams) Yeah! We’re sick of hearing about little people’s little problems!
[A thunder is heard.]
Sindri: Umm, alright… That hurt a little. Let’s have a look at your gear then.
[They gear up and leave.]
Kratos: Why did you speak to the dwarf like that?
Atreus: Aren’t you sick of hearing about him and his brother?
Kratos: Of course. But it serves nothing to make an enemy of him.
Atreus: He should know the truth. Even if it hurts.
Kratos: It was needless and unkind.
Atreus: Truth is more important than kindness.
Kratos: Your mother would disagree.
Atreus: She wasn’t a god. Why don’t you let me carry her up from here?
Atreus: Why not? We’re almost there. You know I can handle it!
Kratos: Can you? After the way you spoke of her, I question that.
Atreus: What, that she wasn’t a god?
Kratos: She was better than a god and you shall not dishonour her.
Atreus: (scornfully) Fine. Carry her yourself.
[They go to the mountain, on top of which are the gates to Jötunheim.]
Atreus: Mimir… If you knew all along that we were gods, why come up with that story about Odin trying to follow us to Jötunheim before we get there, or whatever? Isn’t it a lot simpler if they want us dead because we’re gods, and they think were a threat?
Mimir: I suppose we can’t rule it out. But Odin’s ways are subtle and his purposes are-
Atreus: (impatiently) Ugh, enough about Odin and his whole stupid family.
[They walk up the stairs to the peak of the mountain. Peals of thunder are getting louder. A piece of rock breaks off and falls right in the path of the heroes.]
Atreus: Whoa! Phht… I suppose that’s Odin’s doing too. Nice try! You and mother always said all gods were evil… but we’re not! Týr wasn’t. Freya neither. The Aesir gods - that’s who’s evil. And you know what - Odin’s right. We are a threat. Cause we know what they are, and we know we can beat them.
Mimir: Well, not all of them. Not yet…
Atreus: Magni did his worst, and he’s dead. They’re no better than us. And they’re gonna be sorry they picked this fight.
[In a room with a deer-headed god, they meet Modi. He is severely mutilated.]
Modi: Thor… blamed me… ME… for what you did to Magni. My own father call me a coward…
Atreus: Looks like he did more than that. Move it or we’ll pick up where he left off.
Modi: I’ll kill you-! Aah!! Aah… aah…
[He falls on the ground in pain. Atreus looks at Kratos.]
Kratos: No. He is beaten- not worth killing.
Atreus: He should pay for what he said about mother.
Kratos: I said no.
Atreus: But we’re gods. We can do whatever. We. Want.
Modi: Hehehehe… that’s what I said to your mother… Right before I gave it to her.
[Atreus stabs him in the neck.]
Kratos: What are you doing?!
Atreus: This is a much better knife than Mother’s.
[He kicks Modi and he rolls off a platform.]
Kratos: You killed against my wishes. You lost control.
Atreus: Haven’t you been teaching to me to kill?
Kratos: I have been teaching you to survive. We’re gods, boy… and that makes us a target. From now until the end of days, you are marked. So I teach you to kill, yes… but in defense of yourself. Never us an indulgence.
Atreus: Nobody cared about him anyways. What’s the difference?
Kratos: (screaming) There are consequences to killing a god.
Atreus: Why? How do you know? (screams) How do you know!?
Kratos: (angrily) Watch your tone, boy.
[They continue their journey to the top.]
Atreus: (after defeating an enemy) Pff - this used to be a challenge.
Kratos: Keep your wits about you, boy. If Modi found us, Baldur cannot be far.
Atreus: Good. I have a few words for him too…
Kratos: No, you do not. You will leave him to me.
Atreus: So you can kill him. Cause that’s what we do to our enemies. RIGHT? Cause he’d do the same to us!
Kratos: I will do only what is necessary.
Atreus: And I’ll help.
[They return to the mine.]
Atreus: Oh yeah, this room. But we need a new way up.
[They fight some enemies, during which Atreus doesn't heed Kratos' commands and attacks on his own.]
Kratos: Have you forgotten your training?
Atreus: Oh, are you talking to me? Thought you didn't like my tone.
[They ride on a elevator.]
Atreus: I can’t learn if you won’t teach me.
Kratos: You do not heed my lessons.
Atreus: I’ve done everything you asked, and all I wanted was the truth. Where did you get your fire blades? (Kratos don’t answer) Why did you hide them? (Kratos don’t answer) You said there are consequences to killing a god. You used the blades to kill one? (Kratos don’t answer) Who else did you kill, before Magni? How many? (Kratos don’t answer) Do you hear me?
Kratos: I heard you, and these are not subjects for discussion. Do not push me, boy.
Atreus: Fine. Mimir guess what I know everything I need to know now. I have nothing else to learn.
Mimir: Uh… congratulations?
[Atreus sees some enemies.]
[After the fight.]
Kratos: What does this say?
Atreus: It says… “Don’t wake him". Whatever. We’ve killed everything else in this mountain! Who else wants a taste?
[Huge ice troll break the door and hit Kratos.]
Mimir: Oh! I felt that one brother!
Atreus: Kráku lið! (Shitty crew!) To think I used to feel bad killing these guys….
Mimir: Brothers, be warned- the tunnels I’m seeing in the walls up here show signs of recent Dragon activity-!
Kratos: We already killed that dragon.
Mimir: Ah. Did ya then? Well. How’d that go? Come ON, you two… the silence is getting unnerving.
Atreus: Don’t worry about it. We’re focusing.
Mimir: Nearly there now!
Kratos: Boy, the rune.
[He approaches the body of Mimir…]
Mimir: Well. There’s a sight no man should ever see. Thanks for that.
[Kratos goes to the gate and looks at the rune that seals them.]
Atreus: Carve along that.
[Kratos breaks the seal and open the portal to Jötunheim.]
Atreus: Wow. Jötunheim. We made it.
Mimir: Beautiful, isn’t it? Why, I remember once- Brother! Look ou-
Baldur: Miss me?
[He pierces Kratos with a piece of rock.]
Kratos: Run, boy! Cross the bridge!
Atreus: No! I’m a god too! I can do this! Get off him! (shoots Baldur in the face)
Mimir: Baldur. Let ’em go. Take me instead. I’ll do whatever you-
Baldur: Shut up. All of this time, I thought I needed you! But, you’re just meat! Turns out the boy’s the brains!
[He punches Baldur and throw him to the gate’s ark.]
Atreus: NO!!!! You broke the gate! That was our only way to Jötunheim!
Baldur: Oh, you stupid son of a bitch!
Kratos: Get out of here, boy!
Baldur: Yes… by all means, junior, run away. Lat daddy do the all the heavy lifting for you.
[Atreus runs to Baldur, but Kratos stops him.]
Atreus: Let GO!!!
Kratos: Calm DOWN, boy! You are NOT ready for this.
Atreus: I AM ready!!!
[He’s pulling on his bowstring.]
Kratos: Boy… I…
[Kratos’s exhausted body is pierced by an electric arrow.]
Baldur: And here I thought my family was fucked up…
[While Kratos is immobilized by electricity, Atreus is trying to attack Baldur again. He sticks his knife into his shoulder.]
Baldur: Aww… your father is right boy. You are far from ready. Now, would you be so kind as to hold this for me? Thank you.
[He takes the knife out of his shoulder and stick it in Atreus’s shoulder, puts it on his shoulder and jumps off the cliff.]
[Kratos runs after him and jumps off the cliffs, too. He lands on the back of a flying dragon.]
Baldur: Don’t know when to give up?!?
[They’re starting to fight, but Kratos is getting the upper hand.]
Kratos: (dealing crushing blows) STAY! AWAY! FROM! MY! SON!
Baldur: Weak! YOU WON’T STOP ME! I WILL break you!
[An epic battle on the dragon’s back takes place. Eventually, Baldur manages to kick Kratos off the dragon. He lands and run to the gates between worlds.]
Brok: Who’s activated the bridge? Hey! I asked you a question—
Baldur: Too late, it’s locked in. And when the bridge opens, the full weight of Asgard will come crashing down on you. It’s over.
Kratos: Is it? So be it.
[He trying to use the Bifröst.]
Kratos: NO! Listen to me!
Atreus: Let me help!
Baldur: Let go of him now or I will kill him. You know I will.
[Kratos activates the gate.]
Baldur: What did you do…?
[Atreus, Baldur and Kratos are sucking in Helheim. Kratos manages to punching Baldur in the flight.]
Atreus: I’m here…
Kratos: Stay still.
[He lifts an ice block and pulls Atreus by the arm.]
Kratos: You will LISTEN to me and not speak a word. I am your father and you, boy, are not yourself. You are too quick to temper. You are rash, insubordinate, and out of control. This will not stand. You will honour your mother and abandon this path you have chosen. It is not too late… This discussion is far from over. We are here because of you, boy. Never forget that.
[RETURN TO THE SUMMIT COMPLETED.]
ESCAPE FROM HELHEIMEdit
Atreus: Wow, it’s cold. This is Hel?
Mimir: Not just Hel… worst place in Hel you could’ve put us.
Kratos: I see a ship.
Mimir: Get us there. It only takes us halfway to Týr’s Temple, but at least it gets us far from here. For a thousand mortal lifetimes, the Bridge Keeper kept the living out of this place. But now that you’ve ripped his heart out, here we are. Funny how it all comes around.
[In one of the towers, Atreus sees the ghost of his past as he killed Modi.]
Spirit of Atreus: He should pay for what he said about mother.
Atreus: That… wasn’t me. It was me…
Spirit of Atreus: But we’re gods. We can do whatever we want.
Kratos: Turn away, boy.
Spirit of Modi: Hehehehe… that’s what I said… to your mother… right before I gave it to her.
Atreus: That wasn’t me. I couldn’t have done that.
Kratos: Do not dwell on those thoughts. Not here. We must keep moving.
[They continue the journey.]
Kratos: Head. What was that?
Mimir: Not just the old and sick come to Helheim… so do the criminals. Hel must not draw a distinction between us and those whom these visions are meant to torture.
Kratos: How do we stop it?
Mimir: Escape Hel. As soon as possible.
Atreus: I’m not gonna let it bother me. Like you said, Mimir - it was just an illusion. That wasn’t me.
Kratos: No. But it is who you have become of late.
Atreus: Look, I know I got us into this. But I’ll get us out… whoever I am.
Kratos: *I* will get us out. You will follow orders.
Atreus: But maybe that’s not who I am.
Kratos: It had better be. Now let me focus.
Atreus: Wait, I think I see Baldur up ahead…
[They’re climbing the wall and listening to the conversation.]
Spirit of Baldur: No… no, I would never have wanted this!
Kratos: Stay out of sight.
Spirit of Freya: Listen…
Spirit of Baldur: You… had no right.
Spirit of Freya: I had every right. I am your mother.
Spirit of Baldur: You had no RIGHT, Witch!! I can’t taste. I can’t smell. I can’t even feel the temperature of this… this room. Feasting… drinking… women. It’s all gone. Gone!
Spirit of Freya: But you will never have to feel pain again. Death has no power over you now. You would rather die?
Spirit of Baldur: Than never feel again? Yes. YES! I would rather die.
Spirit of Baldur: Take it away, mother. Please… please, please, take it away
Spirit of Freya: …I can’t. It doesn’t work like that, Son.
Spirit of Baldur: Oh please… (crying)
Spirit of Freya: Trust me in time you will thank me. You will thank me.
Baldur: No… I won’t… won’t. C’mon… c’mon.
Spirit of Baldur: You ruined my life.
Spirit of Freya: Honey, we can figure this out. I promise, trust me, I know how -
Spirit of Baldur: NO!! No, not if you can’t fix it, Mother.
[He raises his hand to hit Freya.]
Baldur: Come on. Do it. DO IT! Do it. COME ON!
[But… he can’t do it.]
Spirit of Baldur: I never want to see you again. Never.
Baldur: (to Spirit of Freya, crying) What you did to me… WHAT YOU DID TO ME!! (screams and yells)
Kratos: Freya is his mother. Why did you keep this from us. Head?
Baldur: (crying) I’m a coward… I’m a… I’m a coward. I’m a worth. worthless coward (continued crying)
Mimir: Would you believe it slipped m’mind!
Kratos: I would not.
Mimir: I’m at a loss. I assure you I’ve no reason to keep such a thing a secret.
Kratos: There’s the boat. We will speak more of this. Soon.
Spirit of Zeus: Such chaos. I will have much to do after I kill you.
Atreus: Who was that?
Kratos: We must hurry.
[They find the ship.]
Mimir: Er… not entirely sure this is seaworthy.
Kratos: She will do.
Atreus: Now what?
Kratos: Give me space to work.
Atreus: Let me help. What can I do?
Kratos: You have done enough.
Atreus: The sails are intact! We’re moving!
Mimir: Great. Just bear in mind - this boat can only take us part of the way. Týr’s Temple is near the top of a tremendous waterfall which, sadly, we are downstream. That means even if we get there intact, we’d still need to sail UP a waterfall somehow.
Atreus: The Vanir built the greatest ship that ever was and it can fly.
Mimir: Skíðblaðnir? Yeh… because it was designed to fly. This was not.
Kratos: Nevertheless, this is the boat we have. We make do.
Atreus: Owp! We’re stuck.
Mimir: On perhaps the biggest iceberg I’ve ever seen. At least the fire’s making heat. What now? You’re chopping it…?
Mimir: Give your father room.
Atreus: So now the sails are loose…?
Kratos: Just watch.
Atreus: You cut the sails loose. You’re pulling the sails down? But how they gonna catch the wind? We’re floating! The heat from the fires! We’re actually floating! Aaaaaand we’re stuck again.
Kratos: Not for long. Stay with the boat.
Atreus: I can’t believe it. You just made a huge sky lantern. That did it. We’re loose!
Kratos: Wait for me there!
Mimir: We need to talk, brother. You do realise it’s over, don’t you? Even if we make it back to Midgard, you and Baldur destroyed the only gate to Jötunheim. We are out of options. And that boy up there… he’s in nine kinds of pain. He’s heads turn so far around, he-
Kratos: Atreus is not your concern.
Mimir: Well, he might become everyone’s concern if you don’t do something. You don’t have to be the smartest man in the world to see that.
[Kratos return to the ship.]
Atreus: I can help?
Kratos: Together now.
[Together, they lift a huge stone bridge and free the ship.]
Atreus: We did it. We’re free. We are going to get out of here.
Spirit of Kratos: Face me, father. It is time to end this.
Spirit of Zeus: Yes, my son. It is time.
Atreus: It’s that voice again. Do you know who that is?
Kratos: I… do not know.
[They’re fighting advancing enemies trying to contain the ship’s movement.]
Atreus: Almost there. We’re free!
Kratos: Head, how long before we reach the temple?
Atreus: Yeah, it’s freezing!
Mimir: As long as we maintain this speed and those fires don’t go out, we should be there in no time, lad.
Atreus: Þruma! We’re free! Mimir? How’s the fire staying lit?
Mimir: Would you believe “magic"?
Atreus: Or those blades….
Spirit of Zeus: It is time, my son. Look around at what you have done.
[Spirit of Zeus appears on the ship. We see the final scene from God of War III - Kratos beats Zeus to death with his bare hands.]
Atreus: Come on. We gotta go,
Kratos: You saw…
Atreus: There’s no time! LOOK!
[They crash into a statue and the ship falls apart.]
Atreus: I have a plan! JUMP!!
Mimir: That was your plan? You’re both cracked!
Secret Chamber of OdinEdit
Kratos: We are leaving this realm. NOW.
Atreus: As long as we didn’t wreck our way back… What is this place?
Mimir: This is Odin’s. I’d recognise his atrocious taste anywhere.
Atreus: I think this is where Odin brought all his best clues about Jötunheim! Look at that! It’s the missing panel, about Týr. Odin must have stolen it. But why?
Mimir: He always has his reasons. Might I have a look? Well… this is most unexpected.
Atreus: Why? What does it mean?
Mimir: I haven’t the foggiest. Isn’t that unexpected?
Mimir: Look, clearly that’s Týr… travelling, somehow, perhaps magically. But what’s that to do with the Giants, that they should devote a shrine to it? I’m afraid that is none too clear.
Atreus: What are those runes in the corners?
[He points to omega symbol in the right corner.]
Mimir: Not runes. Symbols… from different lands. They mean-
Kratos: How do you…?
Kratos: This one I know too well.
Kratos: His eyes. They are jewels. Like yours.
Mimir: No doubt signifying the gift of sight the Giants granted us… Give me a closer look. Interesting…
[The panel slightly changes.]
Mimir: Very interesting.
Mimir: What is that!?
Mimir: Secret plans, concealed by Týr so none could access but him… and those few others the Giants trusted. And right under Odin’s nose-- ha-ha! I did promise I’d get you to Jötunheim…
Kratos: What do you mean, head? You said we were out of options.
Mimir: Don’t you see, brother? Odin never gave up hope, and neither should we. He knew there was a clue in here, but we’re the ones who found it. But these plans to some chamber Týr kept hidden. I don’t know where it’s leading us or what we’ll find… but it’s a path.
Kratos: How do we make this key?
Mimir: I suggest we ask a dwarf.
[ESCAPE FROM HELHEIM COMPLETED.]
A PATH TO JÖTUNHEIMEdit
Atreus: That symbol on the temple door… It’s a bunch of runes together. Peace. Unity. Hope, other things too.
Mimir: Týr own design. He made this door himself.
Kratos: Boy… Before… what you… saw…
Atreus: I didn’t see anything.
Kratos: You did not see me with someone? An old man?
Atreus: What old man? Can we go?
Kratos: Yes… very well.
Mimir: Alright, let’s get back to Midgard and see about making that key. Where’s that dwarf?
[Kratos uses the Bridge Between Realms.]
Kratos: Now, head-- why did you not tell us Baldur is the son of Freya?
Mimir: He IS! It’s shocking every time I hear it and yet obviously I know it. But when I think about Baldur and Freya, I…
Mimir: Yes, lad?
Kratos: (chuckles) Freya.
Mimir: How’s that, brother?
Kratos: Head, tell me Baldur’s vulnerability.
Mimir: Baldur is blessed with invulnerability to all threats, physical or magical.
Atreus: Wait, what is happening?
Kratos: He is bewitched not to speak of what he knows.
Mimir: I am? I AM! That’s it precisely. Ooh… I wonder how long that’s been so-- since she had m’head at her mercy, or back when I figured out Baldur’s weakness.
Mimir: Yes, lad?
Atreus: You just said you figured out Baldur’s weakness!
Mimir: Did I? But Baldur is blessed with invulnerability to all threats, physical or magical.
Kratos: Enough. This means there is a way. If he troubles us again, we will find it.
[He leaves the room between worlds and approaches Brok, showing him a book from the Týr’s library.]
Kratos: Can you make it?
Brok: Is it a weapon? Armour? Or likewise an instrument of war of which I’m a master at shapin’? No? Then forget it. Even if I wanted to make such an insignificant gewgaw, I’m liable to chink my tools working on something so delicate and ladylike.
Sindri: Then shingle it. Pattern weld the item with skap slag. Keep the layers thin, alternate the overlay.
Brok: Okay, smart guy. And where d’ya propose to find a lump of quality skap slag? Last time I saw one, I could still get rigid down south.
[Sindri pulls it out of her bottomless bag.]
Brok: Shut your mouth. Is that…? Where did you…?
Sindri: I had to get my hands dirty. (gags)
Brok: (laughter) Well, don’t just stand there-- let’s do this!
Sindri: What? You? You’re fine with working on something that’s not a weapon?
Brok: Ah hell… why not? What? I can grow too…
Sindri: Oh, watch the spine. Keep your wrist loose.
Brok: YOU keep your wrist loose. I need more heat here!
Sindri: Coming up. You going to temper that steel longer?
Brok: I don’t need to-- I triple-quenched it with Draugr oil. See?
Sindri: Oh, how inventive. And sanitary! You clever little beaver! Never too late to learn a new trick, is it?
Brok: No, it’s not!
Sindri: Here it is!
Brok: Nope! Don’t forget this!
[They put their brands together and put it on the ready-made key.]
Brok: On quit yer grinning. It’s downright unsettlin’ hrmm.
Atreus: It’s just nice to see you together. But… now the rune on your brand looks different.
Broke: Yeah, price of uh… reforging something what broke.
Atreus: I knew it. You two love each other.
Brok: Oh, cut it out, princess. You’re gonna get me all weepy.
Sindri: I like the new one better, don’t you?
Kratos: We have work to do.
Brok: What’s got you all bumfuzzled over there! Get goin’!
Atreus: Now we just need to figure out what door this key opens. It has to be somewhere around the temple…
Kratos: Týr’s rune. This is it.
Atreus: We’re inside! But… what is this place?
Mimir: Your guess is as good as mine, little brother.
Atreus: The tree! We’re underneath the realm travel room! But… why is the floor on the ceiling?
Mimir: Those realm doors seems to mirror the ones above.
Kratos: Up there. Týr used the same magic to protect the Black Rune. The clue we seek may be inside.
Atreus: Hunh-- Right next to the Jötunheim door!
Mimir: Interesting… but can you reach it?
Kratos: Not from here.
Atreus: Oh! What’s behind there?
Mimir: Well! One inner sanctum within another…
Atreus: Those tapestries… looks like more Giant art… Whatever Týr did for them must have been big.
[There’s two giant stone trolls in the room.]
Atreus: Whoa. Who are they?
Kratos: Boy… this is the rune for Jötunheim?
Atreus: That’s right… and look-- were on the other side of the door.
Kratos: The upside-down door…
Atreus: What are you thinking?
Kratos: Stand back.
[Kratos literally trying to flip the entire temple upside down.]
Atreus: It’s moving!
Mimir: What’s moving?
Mimir: Extraordinary. The whole room is built on some kind of axle.
Atreus: There’s chains on both sides. Without those…
Kratos: …we can flip the temple.
Atreus: All right!
Mimir: Do what now?
Atreus: Uh-oh… things are happening!
[Giant trolls on both sides are pulling chains.]
Atreus: Okay… I don’t think they’re attacking. Want me to read this one?
Kratos: Boy-- on the statues.
Atreus: I see them… it says “Void.”
Mimir: Hm… Ominous.
Kratos: Go on, read.
Atreus: “Before the first after the last / Nothing between, no shadow cast” Auðr… (Void…)
Mimir: Are you quite sure flipping the temple is the only way to reach the whatever-it-is?
Kratos: You said there would be a path. The temple can be lipped.
Mimir: Therefore… we flip the temple. The logic is unassailable… Hm… not sure what happens when we recklessly upend a room that’s rooted to eight other realms. I’m curious, of course… but it’s a leap to imagine it gets us to Jötunheim.
Atreus: I don’t mind a leap.
Mimir: Well… who knows-perhaps you and Týr are the same kind of mad.
Kratos: Here, boy. Another one.
Atreus: It says his name is “Bergelmir”-- I think mother said he was the King of the Giants,
Mimir: Aye, that he was. And quite a bit more.
Atreus: Looks like he had a LOT of kids.
Mimir: That little brother, is what we call an understatement.
Atreus: He’s dead… but nobody killed him. Do Giants die from old age?
Mimir: They may. Though it’s rare, among the legends.
[At the first chain.]
Atreus: “Until gods grow good.”
Mimir: Could be quite a wait.
Atreus: Nah-- they’re just waiting for us.
[At the second chain.]
Atreus: “Leave them in Peace”
Mimir: Obviously not referring to us…
Mimir: Brothers… I know what I promised, but in case this doesn’t work just remember - Týr had good cause to create these obstacles. He’s kept Jötunheim out of Odin’s reach, but the world is hardly at peace.
Atreus: No… but it’s got hope. We’re all working together now… we have unity. That’s what the rune on the door to this place was telling us. We’re on Týr’s path.
[Kratos is trying to flip the whole temple upside down again.]
Mimir: Lift with your legs, brother.
Atreus: He knows.
Mimir: Just trying to be helpful.
Mimir: Bloody outstanding! On the day that brute force is the answer, I’ll be quite happy to be on your side, brother. And we’re not dead-- that’s a plus.
Atreus: There-- on the left… I think we can climb back up to the Realm Travel Room from there! See that, Mimir? Nobody could do all this alone. All these obstacles… they’re just chances to prove we’re the ones who can beat them. We may argue… me and father, you and Freya, Brok and Sindri… but when we all work together, we DO make a good team… and that’s Týr test. That’s why we’re gonna male it to Jötunheim.
Mimir: Do you hear that, brother? Lad’s found his equilibrium.
Atreus: What’s that mean?
Kratos: He means you speak wisely, Atreus. And that is good to hear.
Mimir: Ha! I guess the Temple was made to be flipped.
Atreus: Look, the tree’s upside down! Or… are we? I’m sure anymore.
[They found a cloud of mist with a mask floating in it.]
Kratos: Boy, your knife.
Atreus: Dreifa. (Scatter.)
Mimir: Well? What’ve we got?
Kratos: Some sort of travel stone.
Mimir: Let me see… Great Auðumabla’s udders-- that’s the Unity Stone!
Kratos: You know it?
Mimir: I wasn’t sure it existed! If Týr possessed this, that explains how he could visit all the realms, and other lands, to boot.
Kratos: He held this. In the panel in Odin’s library.
Mimir: Yes! That’s it-- I understand now. It shows Týr walking the Realm Between Realms. You know how you must never stray from the path? Well. Týr always followed his own path, if you catch my meaning.
Kratos: The Realm Between Realms…
[A PATH TO JÖTUNHEIM COMPLETED.]
BETWEEN THE REALMSEdit
Atreus: So you’re saying Týr’s shrine was showing him stepping off the branch of the world tree. And you’re thinking, to reach the secret path to Jötunheim, that’s what we need to do?
Kratos: I am.
Mimir: Oh, dear. That is what you’re thinking, isn’t it?
[They exit the travel room.]
Brok: What’s got you all bumfuzzled over there? Get goin’!
[They enter the door between realms.]
Mimir: If you’re thinking about hurling us all into the void, I hope you’re quite sure.
Atreus: Wasn’t it your idea? Find our own path, right?
[Kratos approaching the edge of the cliff.]
Kratos: This is where Týr stepped beyond… and the Unity Stone protected him. Ready?
Mimir: Well… if this is it, lads, it’s been an honour.
Kratos: Have faith, Head.
[They jump into purple abyss.]
Atreus: This is incredible!
Mimir: I… thought… there’d… be… a… bridge…!
[They land into another pathway.]
Mimir: Ach… how can I be so nauseous without stomach?
Atreus: Come on, that was great…! Look… The tower! I knew there was something down here…
Mimir: Amazing. How do you hide something that exists in all realms? Cast it out of any realm to the space between. Clever old Týr.
Atreus: Is Jötunheim on the other side?
Mimir:Can’t be that. It’s not like you go through Vanaheim to reach the Midgard peak.
Kratos: But how do we use it?
Mimir: I’d suggest we look inside. But stay alert-- Týr’s little challenges are never as simple as they appear.
Kratos: I have noticed.
[They enter the tower.]
Mimir: Well… this is sparse.
Kratos: The pedestal…
Atreus: Oh no! It took the stone!
Mimir: The tower… It’s absorbing the stone’s energy…
Atreus: Something’s happening! Is it moving? It’s moving!
Mimir: It knows what to do. The stone served its purpose. We’re fulfilling Týr’s spell!
Kratos: What happens now?
Mimir: No idea, brother… but after that fall, I’m sure we’re past the worst of it.
Atreus: Smells like Niflheim all of a sudden…
[A lot of monsters are starting to attack from all sides.]
Mimir: Oop! No, this is considerably worse. On your right!
Atreus: And stay down!
Mimir: Ugh - glad that’s over… Now where are we?
Atreus: Oh… looks like Alfheim! Þruma! Fire, incoming! Þruma! Watch ’em! Þruma! Fire, incoming! I can’t yet. That was tough… where do you think it’s taking us next?
Kratos: I do not know.
Atreus: Oh no… we’re back in Hel?
Mimir: Oh dear, here they come!
Kratos: Enemies ahead.
Atreus: I got him! Almost ready. Kráku lið! (Shitty crew!) Þruma! Sorry, not ready.
Mimir: Surely that’s enough of that.
Atreus: Muspelheim! This won’t be good. Watch ‘em!
[Two trolls named Dauði Munr attacks our heroes.]
Atreus: They attacking at the same time. That’s fair. Þruma! Not ready. Take that, draugr!
[The heroes wins and exit the room.]
Atreus: Look, we’re back in Midgard! There’s the bridge! We did it-- the tower’s back where it belongs!
Kratos: Now Týr’s travel room can take us to Jötunheim.
Atreus: How did Týr do this?
Mimir: Odin suspected the Giants secretly possess some remnants of primordial Jötnar creative essence-- the stuff all realms were made of. The Unity stone must have been fashioned from that essence. To trust an outsider with it, even Týr, tells you just how desperate they were.
[BETWEEN THE REALMS COMPLETED.]
JÖTUNHEIM IN REACHEdit
Atreus: And look-- now we can finally light all the braziers and see what happens! Another name… Göndul!
Mimir: Another Valkyrie. That’s no coincidence. But who’d have etched them on Týr’s Braziers? I don’t know what we’ll find when we get to Jötunheim, but we must cover our tracks. Odin’s ravens will tell him of the tower’s restoration, and we mustn’t let our efforts be to his benefit.
Kratos: Very well.
[Kratos sets the travel room to Jötunheim.]
Atreus: This is it. Here we go!
Mimir: Hold on, wait a minute… this isn’t going to work.
Mimir: There’s no travel crystal. Týr must have used his own eyes to refract the energy. It was his final failsafe.
Atreus: But you’ve got eyes like him, Mimir.
Mimir: I’ve got AN eye-- one! Odin plucked out my other eye precisely to keep me from travelling. Sorry, lads. Thought that would work…
Kratos: What did Odin do with your other eye?
Mimir: He’d have kept it… in any of a hundred places, I’m afraid.
Atreus: We’ve come so far. There has to be a way.
Mimir: Look… bit of a long shot, but for years I’d see Sindri, sometimes Brok, lurking around on that mountain when Odin came for his visits. Maybe they know something?
Atreus: Brok and Sindri!
[They go to the workshop.]
Atreus: Hey guys. Question for you-- anyone know where we can find Mimir’s other eye?
Sindri: Oh… (holds back vomit) That’s… I’m sorry. As a matter of fact, Odin asked me to… he wanted me to build a… he showed it to me, you see, and I… declined. Sorry, will you excuse me?
Mimir: Well, that was useless.
Brok: You know… it was about that same time that Odin came around lookin’ for me to build a statue with some sort of hidden compartment.
Sindri: Ah, it’s all over my hands. Is that corn?
Brok: Now that not being a weapons and the Aesir being a bunch of pock-speckled cockers. I too saw fit to decline. But I know he got it built just the same.
Atreus: What was the statue?
Brok: It’s that one of Thor, out there flashin’ his sac to the lake.
Kratos: The statue that the serpent ate.
Sindri: Sorry about that. Feeling much better.
Atreus: How are we supposed to look inside the snake?
Sindri: Inside?! OH, no…
Mimir: We’d better go see what the World Serpent has to say about that. Well, lads, I don’t know what lies ahead, but now would be a good time to make sure your gear is ready for the worst. Anything you need to do, I’d do it now. Just some sage advice…
Brok: You two goin’ in or what?
Sindri: Something else we can do for you?
Atreus: Nah, just… glad you guys worked it out.
Sindri: Ah. Well… I could say the same to you.
Atreus: I guess I was getting a bit full of myself.
Brok: Told him what he needed to hear, how’s it sounds to me.
Atreus: Just the same… I’m sorry for how I spoke to you, Sindri. You forgive me?
Sindri: Already have. Like you said, it all worked out. Now let us get back to work before I get…
[They return to the room between realms.]
Atreus: I’m confused. I always heard that Baldur’s mother was Frigg.
Mimir: Aye, Frigg… well, that’s more of a pet name, you see. It means, “beloved.” Something Odin called Freya after they wed. Out of affection, at first, or so I like to believe. As things turned sour, it became a way to manipulate the truth.
Atreus: How so?
Mimir: Odin didn’t want Freya, a Vanir goddess, getting credit for anything in Asgard. So anything worthy she accomplished was attributed to Frigg.
Atreus: Like being Baldur’s mother.
Mimir: That’s RIGHT-- Freya was Baldur’s mother all along!
The Realm of FogEdit
Mimir: Ah, Niflheim. Not sure why anyone would want to come here, but… here we are.
Atreus: It smells bad. What is that stuff? Weird.
Kratos: Yes. A strange material.
Atreus: Blech… what is this stuff?
Kratos: This mist is cursed.
Mimir: Quite right. Safe to breathe for a time, but it’ll kill if we linger. Just one more reason to love Niflheim!
Sindri: Ah, fancy seeing you two here!
Atreus: I’m surprised you’re here, Sindri. This mist is pretty gross.
Sindri: You think I can’t handle a little cursed mist? Well, you’re right! I’m trying to build some armour that will lessen its effects. The materials I need are all right here in Ivaldi’s Workshop, but, they’re blanketed by this nauseating mist, of course.
Mimir: Wait for it…
Sindri: The last known location for such armour is in the Workshop’s centre chamber. The entrance is sealed, but I could craft you an Entry Stone with enough Mist Echoes.
Mimir: There it is.
Atreus: There’s something written here… This whole place shuffles around each time we leave? That’s incredible!
Kratos: Atreus-- focus. This is a dangerous place.
Mimir: That’s Dwarven creativity for you. Impressive and dangerous.
Atreus: Dark Elf, watch him! Ljósta! Kráku lið! Sorry, not ready. Þruma! Fire, incoming! Not yet. Þruma! Almost ready. Þruma!
Mimir: Might want to start heading to a mist-free area.
Atreus: That must be the centre chamber. Wolves! Not yet. Þruma! I’m not ready Behind you! Kráku lið! Draugr! Þruma! Need more time.
Mimir: Ah, yes, Seiðr poison. Not a fan.
Kratos: Quiet, Head!
Atreus: Watch your right! I’m not ready Father, you’re REALLY hurt! Hang on! C’mon. Up! Tell me when… Þruma!
Sindri: Ooo. Looks like you found enough echoes. AND you’re not dead! Very impressive. It looks kinda run down…
Atreus: Sindri, how do you make anything out of mist?
Sindri: Odd as it sounds, the dwarves who lived here could craft marvels out of the mists of Niflheim. Keep an eye out for more Mist Echoes. I could put them to all sorts of use. Be seeing you…!
[Kratos open the door to Ivaldi’s Workshop.]
Atreus: Alright, we’re in! The mist is thinner up here. That’s nice. Is that the armour? It looks kinda run down… Can you wear it?
Kratos: No. It is too small, and too old. We will bring it back to the dwarf.
[They return to Sindri.]
Sindri: Is that what I think it is?
Atreus: Useless armour?
Sindri: Useless?! Oh ye of little faith, this armour was worn by Ivaldi himself! Sure, it’s seen better days… but I can restore it with more Mist Echoes, and it’ll help with the effects of Ivaldi’s Curse.
Kratos: Unless there is something of value in this Workshop, there is little point in staying here.
Sindri: You saw all the chests in the centre chamber, yes? Plus all the goodies tucked away towards the back of the workshop. AND the three Realm Tears, of course. But… might want to be careful with those.
Atreus: Why’s that?
Sindri: It’s a literal tear in the fabric of reality itself! You wanna reach your hand through there! Be my guest.
[Kratos buys some upgrades.]
Sindri: That should tidy up your knapsack. And for the youngster? Something else for you then? Pssst… how about you, young one?
[They go back to the room between worlds.]
Atreus: Hang on… Mimir, you called Brok and Sindri the Huldra Brothers?
Atreus: But… they’re dwarves, aren’t they?
Atreus: And Huldra are sprites of the forest…
Mimir: Aye, beautiful, seductive sprites of the forest.
Atreus: So why would you call Brok and Sindri the Huldra Brothers?
Mimir: Oh…. well… I now realise this would be a wholly inappropriate story for young and innocent ears.
Atreus: Tsk. Whatever.
[They come into Brock’s workshop.]
Brok: You two goin’ in or what?
[Without paying any attention to him, Kratos enters the portal.]
Atreus: Aw, man… the tower ate the Unity stone, didn’t it? I wanted to fly again…
Mimir: Yes, that’s a terrible pity.
Atreus: So… Odin wants to go where he can’t reach…. are you saying he’s trying to get to Jötunheim too?
Mimir: Aye, it ranks among his foremost obsessions.
Atreus: But… that doesn’t make any sense, Mimir.
Mimir: Oh? When did I stop making sense?
Atreus: You’re saying Baldur tracked us down to find the way to Jötunheim… but that was before we knew Jötunheim is where we needed to go! That’s crazy!
Mimir: Except for one thing… you are headed for Jötunheim. So he was right.
Atreus: I’m so confused.
Mimir: Well then clearly you’ve been listening.
Time Heals All 2Edit
Spirit: What are you fools doing back here? Come to pilfer my boots and small clothes?
Atreus: We found your son. He… he was betrayed, too. And we found part of his journal. It sounded like he regretted killing you.
Spirit: Hmph. Fat lot of good that does me. How’d he go out? He die fighting?
Kratos: We found four corpses near his. They were decapitated.
Spirit: Vandrid always did keep his sword nice and sharp… A lesson he picked up from me. He’s a backstabbing bastard, but… knowin’ he’s in Valhalla sets me at ease. Thanks.
Atreus: We did a good thing! I’m glad we came back here.
Kratos: That thief did not deserve the peace you gave him.
Atreus: Maybe so. Still, it feels good to help people. Even the dead ones.
Kratos: Hmm. So much like your mother…
Atreus: Mimir… what else did the serpent tell you when you spoke? Kinda sounded important.
Mimir: I’m sure it’s nothing. He just said the boy seemed familiar to him.
Atreus: Me? That’s impossible.
Mimir: Oh, I quite agree. Unless… perhaps… he refers to something yet to be? It is said that when Jörmungandr and Thor battle at Ragnarök, their clash so violently shakes the Tree of Life that it splinters, casting the Serpent backward through time, even before his own birth.
Kratos: That is madness.
Mimir: Well, I did say not to concern yourself…
Mimir, why did you work for Odin if he’s so horrible?
Mimir: It’s my career! And if you mean to make your career as a counsellor to kings, you can’t very well rule out petty maniacs -- available positions are scarce enough! My first master was a cruel piece of work as well, but I learned through him the enduring power of wit, which served me well with kings and gods alike. I couldn’t have been much older than you when I started -- a faerie king’s errand boy, and unofficial jester. By night, my mates and I had the run of the forest. Goodfellows, they called us-knavish sprites to the last. We’d get up to all manner of mischief, making fools of the local mortals, but as long as our lord was kept amused, we were spared the consequences. Then one day, he was not amused, and I saw fit to move on. Thankfully the ages and roads travelled since then have turned me from that merry wanderer into the paragon of virtue you see before you today.
Atreus: Why’s Odin so desperate to find a way into Jötunheim, anyway?
Mimir: He’s convinced the Giants hold the key to changing his fate when Ragnarok comes. They are the Aesir’s oldest enemies, after all -- and it’s their army that’s supposed to do him in, in the end. But more than that, he covets their gifts of prophecy. He wants to know what they know, and see what they see. So much suffering could have been avoided if his insatiable curiosity was not so much stronger than his wisdom.
Atreus: What do you mean?
Mimir: Ah -- remind me to tell you why they call him the Lord of the Hanged…
Mimir: (practicing vocal warm-ups) Ready!
[He blows the horn. The World Serpent appears.]
Mimir: Thooooor stuh-tooooo… eeeee-kneeeee smooooo-thooooo thooooor-fah.
[The World Serpent answers something.]
Kratos: Is the statue lost to us?
Mimir: Uhh, he thinks it might still be in his stomach. Um… and he’s open to letting you row into his mouth to look inside.
Atreus: Ew, really?
Mimir: By the by, he’s not wild about it either.
Atreus: So… are we really doing this? Letting the serpent… swallow us!
Kratos: You do not have to come.
Atreus: Well, I’m not gonna MISS this… You… sure this is a good idea?
Mimir: Well, brothers… I’ve been to many strange places… but this will be a new one.
Atreus: Heh… yeah, I’ve never been in a Giant’s belly either. How about you, father?
Kratos: Never one that was not trying to eat me.
Mimir: We really should expect that sort of response at this point.
[They go into the mouth of the World Serpent.]
Atreus: Here we go… Funny… I used to dream about getting eaten.
Kratos: Dreams are nothing to -
Atreus: I’m not afraid. It just reminded me of a way I used to feel. When I was a child. Let’s find that statue.
Mimir: Huh. Smell’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. A bit like heather ale fermenting. Rather pleasant, actually.
Atreus: You’re so weird. Ouch… the water kind of burns in here. That is water, isn’t it?
Mimir: Aye… most of it…
Kratos: There—the hammer.
Atreus: I’m glad Brok and Sindri were able to work out their differences.
Kratos: Now they are twice as irritating.
Atreus: I think it’s nice to see them trust each other again. Mimir… any idea where Odin hid your eye?
Mimir: No. It’s not like I can still see through it.
Atreus: Yep. That’s an eye.
Mimir: Maybe you should stick that in my head for safe keeping. Gently now, gently… Thank you, brother. You don’t miss depth until it’s gone.
Atreus: How’s it feel, Mimir?
Mimir: Well I wouldn’t say I’m feeling whole again, but it’s a right improvement.
Kratos: The Bifröst is intact?
Mimir: It’ll serve.
Kratos: Then we have all we need.
Atreus: Finally, we’re going to Jötunheim. There’s no stopping us now.
Mimir: Laddy, have you ever heard the term “tempting fate”..?
Atreus: Fate is another lie told by the gods…
Mimir: … told by the gods, yes, of course. You really are your father’s son, you know.
Atreus: So how do we get back out?
Kratos: We signal the—
[The World Serpent is starting to shake.]
Kratos: Hold on.
Mimir: What’s going on?! Well that that was mildly terrifying. Maybe our presence is upsetting Jörmungandr’s belly?
Kratos: No. Something is wrong.
Atreus: What’s happening to him?!
Mimir: Nothing good! Glad that’s over.
Atreus: Is he getting hit? What is that?
Kratos: We must hurry.
Mimir: Couldn’t agree more, brother.
Kratos: Hold tight and watch your balance!
Mimir: The boat’s shifting! I’m gonna—
Kratos: I have you!
[The World Serpent spits them out. Kratos lands hard on a snow-covered rock. Jörmungandr losses consciousness and falls near our heroes.]
Kratos: Boy? BOY!
Atreus: Pffah—! I’m good… Think I’m getting kinda used to this. What happened to him? Something we did?
Kratos: No. Something else… The dead giant… Why would the serpent leave us here?
[He points to a bird floating in the sky. The bird descends to the ground and turns into Freya.]
Atreus: (whispers) Freya… We can still trust her… right?
Kratos: (whispers) Until we know for certain… keep your distance.
Freya: The World Serpent… what’s happened here?
Atreus: We hoped you would know.
Kratos: You are too far from home.
Freya: I’m looking for my son. The two of you… you helped me see things more clearly.
Kratos: You do not know where he is then?
Freya: No. But the woods and fields speak his name. I know he walks here in Midgard.
Atreus: When’d you see him last?
Freya: Long ago… before you were even born. Why are you standing so far from me? What’s wrong? Something’s happened…
[Baldur comes out of the icy water.]
Baldur: I had a feeling hurting the big snake would bring the two of you out in the open. Do you have any idea, any idea at all, what you have cost me?
Freya: My boy…
Freya: I’m here. Don’t run away.
Baldur: Oh, I’m not going anywhere, mother.
Freya: I know that you’re still angry. I know that how you feel hasn’t changed, but I want you to—
Baldur: How I feel? How I feel?! I spent the last one hundred years dreaming of this moment. I’ve rehearsed everything I ever wanted to say to you, every word, to make you understand exactly what you stole from me. But now I realise… I don’t need you to understand anything. I don’t need you at all.
Freya: No! Back off, Kratos. This has nothing to do—
Kratos: This path you walk… vengeance. You will find no peace. I know.
Baldur: You… I’ll deal with you later. But family first.
[He’s going to Freya, but Kratos is pushing him away.]
Baldur: This again.
[The battle begins.]
Atreus: It’s over. It’s over, isn’t it? You have to go—please!
Freya: No! I can reach him! You have to stop fighting! Rot!
[She’s braiding Baldur and Kratos with vines.]
Baldur: You and your magic (struggling sounds)! I hate you!
Freya: Son… please. I said STOP! Rot!
[Baldur dodges the vines and throws a stone at Freya. Kratos is braided with vines. He tries to tear them up but fails.]
Baldur: You might want to turn away, boy. This won’t be pretty.
Atreus: I won’t let you hurt him.
Kratos: No, boy…
Kratos: STOP!!! NO!!
[Baldur hit Arteus in the stomach as hard as he can.]
Kratos: No… Atreus… you’re bleeding. Breathe, boy… breathe!
Atreus: Not… my blood…
[Baldur’s body covers the blue glow. We notice that he had a small knife in his hand - he must have seriously injured Atreus and smeared his blood.]
Baldur: What is this? (laughs) I can feel this… I can feel everything!
Atreus: He’s - vulnerable now?
[He’s going to Kratos and Atreus, but Freya’s tangling him with her vines.]
Baldur: No! Mother!
[Using her UNBELIEVABLY powerful magic Freya TAKES CONTROL over Thamur’s dead body!]
Freya: YOU WILL NOT DO THIS!!!
[She grabbed Kratos and Atreus with Thamur’s enormous hand.]
Atreus: What’s going on?!? Is Freya trying to kill us?
Kratos: No. Do you hear the wind? We are moving.
Atreus: That arrow… Baldur punched… the mistletoe…?
Kratos: In the quiver’s strap, yes. Mistletoe harmed him?
Atreus: Freya said it was wicked…
Mimir: He’s more than harmed the spell is broken!
Kratos: He can be killed?
Mimir: I’m certain of it. It’s all coming back now…
Atreus: NOW he remembers! She’s controlling that thing??
Freya: Stay out of it! I can reason with him.
Kratos: No, woman! You cannot. He means to kill you!
Baldur: You can’t stop me. NO ONE CAN.
Atreus: Where is he?
Freya: I don’t care if he kills me. I WILL protect him. I WILL NOT LET HIM DIE!
Baldur: How touching… This will all be over soon.
[The fight continues.]
Freya: You will stop this, NOW!
Baldur: Pain! It’s WONDERFUL! More! More! Show me more! Hahahahaha! Ahh!! I feel… I FEEL… FREEZING!!!
Freya: No! Stop hurting my boy!
Baldur: The chill… it’s better than I remembered! So. Cold. I love it! Ice, snow, wind… I can feel them!
[Kratos pierces Baldur with his Blades of Chaos and throws him against the wall.]
Freya: You. Will. STOP!
[Kratos uses his inhuman strength and stops Thamur’s hand. He lifts it up, exposing the crystal on the ring.]
Kratos: Boy! The crystal!
[Atreus shoots an electric arrow. A powerful explosion throws Kratos back into a small crack in the rock.]
Kratos: Atreus? Atreus!
Atreus: I’m up here! I’m okay!
Baldur: And I’m doing WONDERFUL! Why I’ve never felt so alive!
Freya: Stop this! Þrifa! (Seize!)
Baldur: Yes, YES!!
Freya: Þrifa! (Seize!)
Baldur: More! More! More! Show me more! Pain! It’s WONDERFUL! Hahahahaha! More! I never know how much FUN this could be! Hahahahaha! More! More! More! Show me more!
[Kratos throws an axe at him, cutting his shoulder joint. The axe returns to Kratos and he runs to finish off Baldur. Meanwhile, Freya’s giving Thamur a new order. He takes out a piece of the handle from which he died and attacks Kratos.]
Freya: Nnngghhh…. NO!!!
Baldur: MOTHER!!! I’LL KILL YOU!!!
[He begins to climb the handle. Kratos follows him.]
[Atreus jumps to him.]
Freya: Stay away from my son! You don’t have to do this!
Kratos: Stop him!
[Atreus shoots Baldur with an arrow. Kratos run to him and brutal fist fight begin.]
Freya: Please… there has been enough pain.
Baldur: Shut UP, MOTHER!
Baldur: (maniacal laughter)
[Kratos, holding Baldur in his bear grip, is jumping off the handle. Atreus jumps after him while continuing to stuff him with his arrows.]
[They’re landing. Baldur breaks out and starts choking Kratos.]
Atreus: Get… offa him!
Baldur: Before you die, I want to thank you. Both of you. You’ve done what even the Allfather himself could not. I’ve never felt more alive! Ironic, isn’t it?
Kratos: (in Spartan Rage) GRYYAHH!
Baldur: What?! NO! WHY WON’T YOU DIE!
[Third fight begins.]
Freya: NO, Kratos! PLEASE. I need you to stop! Atreus—child! Help me stop them! PLEASE!
Baldur: YOU WON’T STOP ME!
Freya: It doesn’t have to end this way! I couldn’t let you die! You HAVE to understand!
[Kratos and Atreus, together as father and son, start beating up Baldur. Then Kratos shows Baldur what he did to Zeus at the end of God of War III. Freya doesn’t like it very much. She orders Thamur to blow on them.]
Freya: Frjósta! (FREEZE!)
Atreus: Look! I have an idea! Mooooog-taaaaaaay-oooooom!
[The World Serpent appears and grabbed Thamur with his monstrous mouth. By the way, from Tamir’s point of view, the World Serpent looks like an ordinary python or something.]
Kratos: Boy? Well done boy!
[He grabs Baldur and start chocking him.]
Baldur: Come on… do it.
Freya: Stop… please.
Atreus: He’s beaten, father… not a threat.
Kratos: You will not come for us again. You will not touch her.
Freya: I don’t need your protection.
[Kratos is letting Baldur go.]
Baldur: You can’t help yourself, can you mother? No matter what I do or say, you won’t stop interfering in my life.
Freya: I was just trying to protect you. I was… I’ve made mistakes. I know, but you’re free now. You have what you want. Try to find forgiveness, and we can build something new.
Baldur: No. No. We can’t. Because I will never forgive you. You still need to pay for the lifetime that you stole from me.
Freya: I have paid… I have paid. But if that alone will make you whole… if seeing me dead will make things right… I won’t stop you.
Baldur: (crying) I know.
[He chocks her.]
Atreus: What? No! Father…
Freya: I love you…
[Kratos grabs him.]
Baldur: Why… why do you even care! You… You could have… walked away.
Kratos: The cycle ends here. We must be better than this.
[He snaps his neck.]
Baldur: (falling in the ground) Snow…
Freya: No, no, no, no, no, no, no… My boy… my dear, sweet, boy…
Kratos: Freya… He chose this.
Freya: (sobbing) I will rain down every agony, every violation imaginable, upon you. I will parade your cold body from every corner of every realm, and feed your soul to the vilest filth in Hel. That is my promise.
Atreus: He saved your life!
Freya: (crying) He robbed me of everything! Everything! You are just an animal… passing on your cruelty and rage. You will never change.
Kratos: Then you do not know me.
Freya: I know enough. Does he?
Kratos: Boy, listen close: I am from a land called Sparta. I made a deal with a god that cost me my soul. I killed many who were deserving… and many who were not. I killed my father.
Atreus:That was your father in Hel… Is this what it is to be a god? Is this what it is to be a god? Is this how it always ends? Sons killing their mothers… their fathers?
Kratos: No. We will be the gods we choose to be, not those who have been. Who I was is not who you will be. We must be better.
[Freya, with her dead son in her arms, looks at them and leaves.]
Mimir: Well… guess we’re the bad guys now.
Kratos: In her eyes, yes. But she could never make that choice. We should finish this journey while I still have strength.
[JÖTUNHEIM IN REACH COMPLETED.]
Atreus: I don’t understand… I know saving her was the right thing, but she seemed all evil at the end.
Mimir: Not evil. You killed her son, lad. Her son. The death of a child is not something a parent gets over easily.
Atreus: But he was gonna kill her!
Kratos: She would have died to see him live. Only a parent can understand.
Atreus: So you’d let me kill you?
Kratos: If it meant you would live… yes.
Mimir: Look, there was no easy choice, for anybody, brother. But I think we can all agree you did the right thing. The world’s a better place with Freya in it. Just, give her time, lads. She’ll come around.
Kratos: Back to Tyr’s temple then. One last time.
Mimir: Aye… Jötunheim awaits.
[They get to their boat.]
Atreus: Why did Baldur say we cost him?
Mimir: Odin must have convinced him that following you to Jötunheim would bring his cure. Lies, I’m sure.
Atreus: Why did Mistletoe break the spell?
Mimir: Vanir magic is powerful, but its rules are slippery and elusive. I’m sure it makes sense if you’re a witch. Oh, but it’s all so bloody tragic… Baldur was the greatest gift Odin granted Freya: the one thing she treasured from their marriage. She only hoped to spare him pain, and spare herself loss--but such impulses can lead good parents to make terribly stupid decisions.
Atreus: Mimir, you never told me what happened with the stonemason’s son.
Mimir: Hrimthur, son of Thamur? After completing his father’s master work, the Great Wall of Jötunheim, he thought of nothing but making the Aesir pay for their crimes against the Giants. Once he longed to fight Thor, but tragedy had brought wisdom to Hrimthur— and cunning. He observed that Asgard’s walls were half-built and shoddy, for no Aesir god could be bothered with such tiresome labour. So Hrimthur adopted the guise of an ordinary man, and made the Aesir an offer he would build them majestic new walls, and if he couldn’t build them within two turns of the season, they would owe him nothing for his labours. And if he succeeded, he asked only for an audience with the goddess Freya. Odin agreed, knowing the task was impossible, but intrigued by this stranger. Hrimthur made short work of it, of course he had the benefit of his father’s training, and the aid of a magical stallion for fetching stones. Odin was not happy to find himself on the losing end of the wager, but he seemed to uphold his end of the bargain. Freya was sent to meet the mason, and to her surprise, he wanted only to whisper something in her ear. That being done, he made his way out of Asgard… and when he found Thor waiting him at the gates of Midgard, he knew he had been double-crossed. But he didn’t care, because his plan was complete.
Atreus: It was? What did he say to Freya?
Mimir: Only could say for certain, but I’ve had many moons to work it out. Hrimthur knew that Freya loathed the Aesir, despite her marriage to Odin, and I believe he gave her the secret to Asgard’s defences. Some weakness he may have built in structural or magical, which I expect will be exploited come Ragnarök when Surtr arrives to burn Asgard to ash. If not sooner.
Atreus: Here we go! I can’t believe we’re gonna see the Giants.
Mimir: Well, if things work according to plan… (clears throat) Go ahead and lock in Jötunheim and we’ll be on our way. Probably.
Kratos: Boy. The head… get ready
Atreus: Oh, right. Got him. Let’s hope this doesn’t cause you to explode or anything.
Mimir: Oh. Hadn’t considered that. Maybe we should talk about this a bit more.
Atreus: Nah. I’m sure you’ll be fine. Ready!
[He reflects the ray of light with Mimir’s head.]
Mimir: Oop— that’s unpleasant!
Kratos: Now, boy!
[Atreus opens the door with reflected light.]
Kratos: We must be close.
Atreus: Well… what are we waiting for? You think it’s far!
Kratos: We will see.
Mimir: A word, please, before we continue… Listen… the last thing you two need up there’s a decomposing head ruining the moment. Why don’t I wait for you here? This is between you and the boy.
Kratos: True. But if someone were to find you—
[Suddenly Brok and Sindri arrears.]
Brok: By Lady Sif’s soft, perfect sloshers! You done did it!
Sindri: Sorry. We had to see this.
Mimir: Oh-no, no, no. Fine, damn it, FINE.
Kratos: Watch the head ’til we return.
Sindri: I can do this. No… No, I can’t.
Brok: (with a bit of lust in his voice) Okay?
Brok: Boy, do I have plans for you.
Mimir: Do hurry back! Please?!
Brok: Don’t flatter yourself, goat-boy.
[Kratos and Atreus climb the stairs to the top of a huge mountain. Everything around is filled with soft golden light.]
Atreus: Look… we’re on the Giant’s Fingers. I can see the highest peak ahead-right over there. We did it.
Kratos: We did.
[Kratos approaches the edge of the cliff, removes the handcuffs and untie the bandages, exposing burns from the Blades of Chaos.]
Atreus: What are you doing?
Kratos: I have nothing more to hide.
[The mountain wind takes the bandages away. Kratos stands still for a minute.]
Atreus: Can we go? We’re so close!
Kratos: Boy… Carry her.
[Atreus nods and takes the bag.]
Atreus: It’s nothing… I just thought I’d hear voices by now.
[They go into a huge cave. There are various statues of stone everywhere.]
Atreus: Hello? Anybody here!
Kratos: What is this place?
Atreus: They must have all come through here when they left Midgard. What was left of them.
Kratos: Why carve all these faces?
Atreus: What if this is all of the Giants that got out of Midgard alive? Not really many at all… Odin and Thor… ruining everything for everybody…
Kratos: Where are they now?
Atreus: The Giants came back home so they could survive. But I’m not sure they did. Hunh… who’s the “guardian"…? I should feel them… but I don’t. This place is dead. What happened to them? Why’d Mom send us here?
Kratos: One question is answered and two more take its place…
[Atreus touche a wall in the cave.]
Atreus: Wait! Father… something’s happening…
[Plaster falls from the walls, revealing many beautiful ornaments.]
Atreus: It’s your axe… It’s mother… she’s arguing with a bunch of Giants. She… knew Giants? That’s us… the first time we met the World Serpent. But how…? And our fight with Baldur… But that just happened. Wait— they knew everything that was going to happen. The dragon in the mountain, the Stone Mason… All these drawings… this is our story.
Kratos: No… This is your story.
Atreus: But… what does it all mean?
Kratos: That I was not the only parent with secrets…
Atreus: You didn’t know… She was a Giant… I’m a Giant. Why didn’t she tell us?
Kratos: She sent us here knowing we would find this.
Atreus: But why not just tell us the truth?
Kratos: Your mother would have had good reasons. Baldur was never sent to find me. He was tracking her all along… not knowing she was only ashes.
Atreus: If she had a plan for us… I trust it. Whatever it is. Besides… she hasn’t been wrong yet. Come on, we’re so close to the end now.
Kratos: Yes… Yes, we are.
[He looks at the ornament, which depicts the future - Kratos lies on Atreus’ knees. Something comes out of their mouths - the soul? Or maybe a huge monster stuck his tentacles in their mouth? Who knows? The climb up to finally scatter the ashes.]
Atreus: (looking at a handprint) Look… it’s mother’s. She was here. She saw every step we took before we took it. Like she was always with us… watching over us… leading us home. Let’s finish it. Father?
[They’re going up to a small area. From the height of the mountain they can see many corpses of Giants left by Thor and Odin. Atreus pulls out a bag of ashes.]
Kratos: No. We do it together, son.
[They scatter the ashes in silence.]
Kratos: Goodbye, Faye.
Atreus: I love you, mom. The giants… They really are all gone. There’s nothing for us here…
Atreus: So… I get that mother was a Giant. Which makes me part Giant and part God.
Kratos: And part mortal.
Atreus: Right. I guess there’s just one thing I don’t understand… Right. I guess there’s just one thing I don’t understand… My name on the wall— The Giants called me “Loki”?
Kratos: That was the name your mother wanted for you when you were born. She must have called you that to her people.
Atreus: But why?
Kratos: A question for another day. Let us go home.
[MOTHER’S ASHES COMPLETED.]
THE JOURNEY HOMEEdit
[They’re coming down the mountain. The credits rolls on the right.]
Atreus: Guess it all makes sense now. Why she’d want to end up here. Be with her kind. But… did she know it was going to be like this here? Is this what she wanted us to see? Did she want us to tell people, or to keep it a secret?
Kratos: I… do not know.
Atreus: So what should we do?
Kratos: I trust you to decide that.
Atreus: Oh! So… Why’d you want to name me Atreus? I know it can’t be for a God.
Kratos: Hah. No. He was a soldier. A Spartan.
Atreus: A great warrior?
Kratos: All Spartans are great warriors. We train from birth. Our lives were discipline, duty, battle, and death. Life was grim, and we greeted it grimly.
Kratos: But Atreus of Sparta was unlike the rest of us. He wore a smile even in the worst of times. He was… happy. He inspired us to hope… that though we were machines of war, yet there was humanity in us. Goodness. When the day came for him to lay down his life in battle, his sacrifice saved countless others, and turned the tide in our favour. I carried him home on his shield, and buried him with all the honours of Spartan custom. His memory was a comfort in dark times.
Atreus: Wow. You actually told a good story. Mimir missed it! I understand if you want to go home… but I bet there are still some corrupted Valkyries out there that could be set free. Some other help people need. Maybe helping people was part of why Mom sent us out here too. I mean… what would Atreus of Sparta do?
Kratos: And what would Loki do?
Atreus: Hunh… that’s a weird name. I’m glad we went with yours.
[They go downstairs to the Room Between Realms.]
Mimir: Lads! Am I glad to see you. I believe I’ve reached my limit for Dwarven charm.
Atreus: What happened, Mimir?
Mimir: They took an uncomfortable number of measurements, and then proceeded to bicker about the weather.
Atreus: Where do you want us to take you?
Mimir: How about the warm confines of anywhere-bloody-else? Before we return to Midgard. I should warn you… more time has passed than you likely realise. And the snowfall that began when you slew Baldur… it’s become something else— the stuff of omens.
Kratos: Omens? For the coming of winter?
Mimir: Not just any winter, but a great winter to span three summers— and when it’s done, Ragnarök begins.
Kratos: Ragnarök. From snow.
Mimir: Aye. Snow, lots more snow, and then the end of the bloody world, in that approximate order.
Kratos: Another prophecy…
Mimir: No brother… Prophecy doesn’t expect this for a hundred more winters at least. You’ve changed something. Prophecy didn’t count on you.
[They enter Brok’s workshop.]
Brok: I’m telling you, it’s Fimbulwinter. I can feel it in my scrote— this is the big one!
Sindri: Stop saying that. Oh, you’re making me very nervous. It was bound to snow sooner or later.
Brok: That ain’t just snow, and you know it! It’s the end times.
Sindri: How dare you make me the voice of reason!
Sindri: Just discussing the weather. Bit of a cold snap lately.
Brok: What he means is, Fimbulwinter’s upon us, boys! The winter to end all winters! I can feel it in my scrote!
Atreus: Yeah, we… We heard.
Sindri: So, if you’re heading home… try to keep moving, and also, to not die.
Brok: Or if you’re not heading home… same advice.
[Having completed all labours and defeating all the Valkyries, tired heroes return home.]
Atreus: We’re finally home… feels like a lifetime ago.
Mimir: Bit drafty maybe, but it’s a right improvement over having tree back in your tadger.
Kratos: Time to rest.
Atreus: I’m going to sleep through winter!
[Kratos drops his axe on the floor and lies down on the bed.]
Mimir: Okay… this’ll do.
Atreus: Way ahead of you.
[Kratos wakes up because of lightning strikes destroying his house…]
Atreus: What was that?!
Kratos: Your bow…!
[He grabs his axe and goes out in anger. There he meets a bearded man with a hammer.]
Kratos: Who are you?!
Kratos: Atreus, are you ready?
Atreus: Yeah, but… I had the weirdest dream. Fimbulwinter was ending. And Thor came to us, here at the house.
Kratos: It was only a dream.
Atreus: But it felt different. It felt real… it felt like the future.
Kratos: Then we will worry about it tomorrow. Today, there are still things we can do. Come.