The Life of a Titan

Before usurping the throne of the universe, my life was quite uneventful. Learning to fight, training my powers, and growing towards my full potential is what those few centuries consisted of. I was rather peaceful in those days. There was no reason for me to be bitter, or anyone to exact veangence on. Life was good. Although I was the youngest of the first generation of Titans, I was by far the strongest. Hyperion tryed many a time to best me in combat, and was relentess in his struggle for the position of strongest. Combat between Titans usually resulted in mountains being leveled, and someone ended up in Tartarus. Our mother Gaea did not appreciate that we were tearing up her domain, yet our battles seemed to amuse her, so she thankfully did not punish us. A Titan who ended up in Tartarus during those days was usually spit out after about a week. I once had a particularly destructive battle with Hyperion, because I called him dim. The blustering buffoon didn't understand I was insulting his wits and not his powers. Needless to say, I crushed the fool quite horribly. Hyperion had to spend a few months in Tartarus to regenerate, and was unusally quiet once he returned. Unfortunately, these peaceful times after his return lasted for only a decade. My mother, who had been observing my unparralelled strength and battle prowess, had other plans for me, and Hyperion insisted on continuosly challenging me.

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