Cronos and the Depths of Tartarus
Pain seared through my body. Well, parts of my body. I could feel my body parts being thrown into a pit.
Tartarus, I thought, curious how I knew.
I had spent ten years fighting the gods, my children. I’m Cronos, Titan of time and king of the Titans. But the time of falling into Tartarus was hard. I couldn’t tell what time of day it was or how long I had been there. Three minutes? Who knows?
Then, I could feel something solid. I must have hit the floor. Everything was blurry when I started piecing together. My feet attached to my ankles and my head went to my neck. Within a few moments, I was all together again. I looked upwards from where I fell, anger boiling inside me.
“You won’t get rid of me that easily!” I screamed. “I am a Titan!”
Nothing replied but my own echo.
I walked through Tartarus, looking at the flames around me. I didn’t deserve this. All I did was eat all of my kids. No big deal.
Man, it’s getting hot in here, I thought, Maybe it’s because of the fire of the damned.
All of a sudden, I got light headed. The world began to spin and I landed on the floor with a thump!
When I woke up, I could hear familiar voices. They were my siblings, Oceanus and Iapetus.
“Brother is waking up,” Oceanus said, “He will be mad that we helped him.”
“No I won’t!” I exclaimed, “Honestly! You are so stupid to think that! Worthless!”
Iapetus nodded, “You were right Oceanus. He is mad.”
I shook with anger. I had to stay with these imbeciles for all of eternity? I stood up and blasted them with a bit of magic. I then sat down, laughing. If I was going to stay here, I might as well have some fun.