The Life of a Titan
Kronos, Titan of time
CHAPTER I
Being a Titan is hard. You get sent to Tartarus and punished for eternity, everyone hates you, and it's generally not a good time. I am Kronos, youngest of my brethren, father of the Olympians, and the Titan of time. I am the son of Gaea and Ouranus, two of the first primordial beings. This is my story.
I was born thousands of years ago. I was the last of the twelve Titans, children of the Earth and the Heavens. My parents also made hundreds of other monsters. But my father, Ouranus, was disgusted with them. He tossed them into the pit of Tartarus, where they would rot away. His own children. It was sickening. But that's beside the point. Growing up, life was easy. As an immortal, I had everything that I wanted. Back then, humans were ignorant of the existence of immortals. Humans were merely used as entertainment. We made them fight to the death for our amusement. Then we would kill the winner, so they could not go back and tell everyone about us. Humans are greedy. If they found out that there were immortal beings with vast amounts of power, war would break out to see who could control that power. But you can't control the power of the Titans. We are too strong to be kept under the control of a human. But as strong as we are, there were always those Titans who wanted more. One example is my brother Hyperion. He always acts like he is stronger than the rest of us. He is strong, but he is not the strongest. Most of my siblings would say that I was the strongest of them. I didn't believe them, but it was nice. Then one day Hyperion took it too far. He challenged me to a duel. He said "I am the strongest, and I shall prove it by defeating you in battle, younger brother". He pulled his spear out and charged at me.
Being a Titan is hard. You get sent to Tartarus and punished for eternity, everyone hates you, and it's generally not a good time. I am Kronos, youngest of my brethren, father of the Olympians, and the Titan of time. I am the son of Gaea and Ouranus, two of the first primordial beings. This is my story.
I was born thousands of years ago. I was the last of the twelve Titans, children of the Earth and the Heavens. My parents also made hundreds of other monsters. But my father, Ouranus, was disgusted with them. He tossed them into the pit of Tartarus, where they would rot away. His own children. It was sickening. But that's beside the point. Growing up, life was easy. As an immortal, I had everything that I wanted. Back then, humans were ignorant of the existence of immortals. Humans were merely used as entertainment. We made them fight to the death for our amusement. Then we would kill the winner, so they could not go back and tell everyone about us. Humans are greedy. If they found out that there were immortal beings with vast amounts of power, war would break out to see who could control that power. But you can't control the power of the Titans. We are too strong to be kept under the control of a human. But as strong as we are, there were always those Titans who wanted more. One example is my brother Hyperion. He always acts like he is stronger than the rest of us. He is strong, but he is not the strongest. Most of my siblings would say that I was the strongest of them. I didn't believe them, but it was nice. Then one day Hyperion took it too far. He challenged me to a duel. He said "I am the strongest, and I shall prove it by defeating you in battle, younger brother". He pulled his spear out and charged at me.
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