Atreus is in a peculiar position in this world, the Norse mythology he knows is very different. So different that when reading through Magnus Chase Skadi (the daughter of Thiazzi and Queen of the Hunt) is actually alive and her tale is much different than that of God of War. So it'll be quite the shellshock for Atreus to relearn Norse legends. That being said a reviewer by the name of DarkBlight gave an interesting analysis of PJO and GoW gods. The only problem is I don't know how well to gauge the gods in PJO. In GoW Greek gods (like DarkBlight said) embody their element, and that certainly holds something to the PJO gods the problem is that in PJO they seem more like 'gods' rather than mortals with extreme abilities. Sure GoW had Zeus summoning lightning bolts but I've never seen them conjure matter from thin air. You get what I mean? They affect the very reality around them with the mist, it's a side effect sure but it hints at the power they possess. I'm going to be truly honest here and tell you, "No, Kratos isn't going out to kill the Greek gods." I think it is pretty obvious but I just wanted to let that be known. I'm gonna try and think over a few things but it's probably not gonna be easy to compare PJO and GoW. If you have any SOUND and BELIEVABLE ideas, put a comment below and I'll see it. Like and subscribe because now I sound like a YouTuber ahaha.

ATREUS never fell this far before. There was that time when he, his father, and Balder fell into Helheim but that was different, they were falling along the ground (if that made sense). When Atreus opened his eyes, he had literally fallen to the ground…hard. Atreus felt very sore when he got back up, his shoulders ached and his back cried in pops. He looked around; he was on a beach with a wooden pier sticking out from the land.

Before moving, Atreus inspected his gear (a ritual his father taught him any time before venturing out). His bow seemed well enough a few tugs on the string affirmed that his quiver was a little wet, and his clothes weren't damaged in anyway Atreus could perceive. So with a quick pat down, Atreus made haste towards the small sand mount in front of him.

The sand wasn't too bad; a few slip ups but nothing too bad. When Atreus got over the sand, he was in awe of the sight before him. A city stood with towers that would reach the heights of dragons would soar in. The towers themselves reflected the sun and sky like glass, in between were numerous amounts of people more than he'd ever seen in his life. The city was massive if it even was a city. Was this Asgard? Or maybe this was Valhalla (he hoped it wasn't Valhalla)? The only thing he could do was walk in and ask.

His father would have chided him for doing something so brazen without thought. But this was different, a place he or his father (maybe) never gone to. Walking amongst the people was…weird. All of them wore very weird clothes, some wore similar dark or grey clothes with a coat of some sort, some wore tight clothing, and some wore very little clothes. But what brought them all together were there ignorance of him, some sort of brick they held in their hands, and their need to go somewhere else.

"Excuse me, can I ask you-" Before Atreus finished the man he was talking to said something and left. From the way his face scrunched together it was clear he wasn't entertaining any conversation with Atreus.

So he walked up to another person, "Excuse, do you-"This time the woman said something with a sadden look and patted his cheek before pulling something out of her bag (? It was a shiny black with weird patterns) and dropped a green cloth in his hands before leaving.

Maybe this was Asgard; he had never seen an outfit so blinding his life. The green cloth was another thing entirely. On one side was a face, the other side was some sort of rectangular building. Atreus had no idea what to do with it, but the lady gave it to him without asking so maybe it was a gift? Just in case Atreus pocketed the cloth before moving on.

Walking with these people were weird, they were always going somewhere without acknowledging the metal contraptions beside them. It scared Atreus every time one of those things gave off a blaring sound, which was then accompanied by several more (occasionally with shouting).

But as he moved with the people, he couldn't help but noticed how many times he was struck down from a conversation, looked upon with what seemed like pity, or outright ignored. Was there something about him that made them not want to speak to him? His clothes may have been made by smiths but that wouldn't really be the reason to ignore him…right?

Atreus sat on what seemed like a metal bench in a grassland in between the metal or brick towers. After trying to speak to more than a dozen people, he was tired that nothing was working. So here he was taking in the scenery around him, a lake lay further ahead of him with animals swimming in it, people walked and semi-ran on its paths.

"What is with these people?"Atreus gave an explosive sigh before slinking into the bench shutting his eyes.

"They aren't like us, child."Atreus' eyes widened and in seconds he had notched an arrow ready to hit its target, Freya.

"There is no need for drawing an arrow on me. I don't mean to cause you harm."Freya's wings were folded behind her, with her spear slung over her shoulder.

"You certainly didn't act like that when my father tried to talk to you."Atreus kept his arrow notched, Freya may have been a friend before but her actions at Tyr's temple gave him pause.

"Your father is an animal that needs to be put down, but you have a chance to live without him hanging over you."

Atreus looked at her as if she grew a horn, "I will never betray him."

The life you live is not one where many 'heroes' live in the end. Eventually, you will reach an impasse, and you must decide between yourself and your father. I hope you know which to choose?" Freya asked.

Atreus pondered, his father once told him that if it came between one of them, his father would not hesitate to die for him. But could Atreus alone make that decision? Sure they've had their differences, but they became a strong team, no enemy was unbeatable with them combined…none yet that is.

"I won't let him die; I'll fight right beside him until the end."Atreus declared.

"Your faith is misplaced child, you will come around sometime. But for now, I say we should figure out where we are exactly." Freya looked up and around the land.

The glass towers continued to surround the duo for as long as they've been here. Atreus begrudgingly agreed, where they were and how best to find his father and Mimir was still a mystery.

"I've never seen anything like this, it's so….something."Atreus really couldn't put a finger on an adequate description of this place.

"In all my time, I have never seen a place like this before. Only Asgard and Valhalla could come only slightly close to the scale of this place." Freya remarked as she joined Atreus.

"So, what do we do? I've tried talking to people but they speak a language I've never heard of, it sounds so weird. I bet Mimir would be able to tell."

"Mimir is a man of much knowledge if anyone was able to understand these people it would be him. But he isn't here now. Let us go, and see if we can't do something ourselves." Freya and Atreus started making their way in a random direction, with only hope to guide them towards any sense of where they landed.

NEW YORK

"WHERE are we?" Kratos asked.

"I might be 'Mimir, smartest man alive!' but even I don't know where we are," Mimir admitted.

Kratos sighed, latching Mimir to the back of his hip Kratos started making his way towards the city in front of him. The walk to his destination was an odd one, occasionally one of the metal automatons would speed past Kratos. He had never seen such things in his life before, even in his time in Greece nothing compared to these things.

The trek was moderately long, and as he entered the city Kratos' understanding of the people here shrunk.

People walked everywhere; the automatons were generally slow or full stopped in lines. The people themselves were weird too, but Kratos wasn't fixated on them. As he walked around he noted plenty of buildings in tall square-like structures. They reached higher than any other buildings Kratos ever saw, barring Mount Olympus.

"Can you read these?" Kratos asked as he brought up Mimir's head.

"Hm, I can get the general understanding of some more than others. It looks like some kind of English." Mimir answered.

"English?" The word was not easy to pronounce for Kratos. He has traveled far and wide before making his way to his home in the north, but English was not anything he heard of.

"It's an old language from the west, from a place called England. I once served a lord or two in my time there, they were quite full of themselves might I add."

"What do you know of this 'England'?" Kratos asked.

"Well, they rule by Kings and Queens, castles, and knights and whatnot. But this is no part of England I've never seen. Let's keep walking; maybe we'll spot something we can use." Kratos nodded as he held up Mimir and continued to walk.

As Kratos passed by people, they'd occasionally glance at him with mild curiosity before leaving. But Kratos ignored them as he continued to move, with a sense growing ever so bigger as he made his way deeper into the city.

That feeling continued to grow bigger and bigger, a feeling that traveled down his spine. "Do you feel that?" Kratos asked.

"Um, no…I think." Mimir, once again, was no help to Kratos as he continued to walk.

As he was walking, Kratos stopped. The feeling felt close, very close. So as Kratos turned to face it he was in front of a very tall building. But this one felt different, it felt…similar.

"Something you want to see?" Mimir asked.

"No, I certainly don't." Kratos turned from the building, the faster he got away from this feeling the better.

The skies grew a darker color that morning, weather forecasters were duped by the sudden appearance of thunder and lightning that permeated the skies. And above them all, a certain King of the Gods couldn't help but feel a shiver down his spine that day.

The meeting isn't going to be so quick, so I'm gonna let it fester just a bit, hope you enjoyed.