[Arizona, October 1881]


Kray wasn't exactly happy with the way things seemed to be shaping up these days in Tombstone. But he wasn't sure how to tell his brother that he thought it was time to either step up or step out of the way, because it seemed like Zelos was missing all the cues that there was a lot of stress running under the surface. Kratos could sort of understand that, because Zee hadn't come here looking to get involved in local politics. He'd come to do some gambling and have some fun, and at first, Kratos had been happy to go along with that and have a good time.

( But that was before the stagecoach robberies last month. )

Kratos was silent as they left the theater. Around him, he could hear the buzz of conversation, but he didn't speak himself. There were a number of thoughts rolling through his brain, they had been since about half an hour into the movie, but he kept them inside his mind for the moment. Because he hadn't been the only one to see the thing, and he didn't want to taint things for the god that had come with him.

( It was a tradition. )

It was over.

The Titan War had been exhausting -mentally and physically, but persistence paid off and the Olympians were victorious. A bittersweet victory, as so many had perished, but a victory none-the-less. Then the three Olympian brothers were left with the task of divvying up the spoils of war. There was no easy agreement, so lots were drawn. Poseidon had the seas to claim his rule over. Hades had the Underworld and Zeus... Zeus got the heavens. Which he far considered the best of the three.

( Fate, it seemed, was on his side. )