Bab 1: Prologue: The gods
KRONOS was the King of the Titans and the god of time, particularly when viewed as a destructive, all-devouring force.
Kronos envied his father, Uranus, the king of the cosmos, according to an ancient story described in Hesiod's Theogony. When Uranus kept Gaia's monstrous youngest children, the hundred-handed Hecatoncheires and one-eyed Cyclopes, in Tartarus so they wouldn't see the light, he enraged Kronos' mother, Gaia. Gaia summoned Kronos and his brothers with a big stone sickle in order to urge them to castrate Uranus.
Only Kronos was willing to do the deed, so Gaia gave him the sickle and placed him in ambush. When Uranus met with Gaia, Kronos attacked him with the sickle, castrating him and casting his testicles into the sea. From the blood that spilt out from Uranus and fell upon the earth, the Gigantes, Erinyes, and Meliae were produced. The testicles produced a white foam from which the goddess Aphrodite emerged. For this, Uranus threatened vengeance and called his sons Titans for overstepping their boundaries and daring to commit such an act.
Kronos re-imprisoned the Hecatoncheires and the Cyclopes after murdering Uranus, and ordered the dragon Campe to guard them. As king and queen, he and his older sister Rhea ascended to the throne of the earth. The Golden Age was the period during which Kronos ruled. There were no regulations or restrictions in place at the time because everyone did the right thing and immorality was non-existent.
After castrating and deposing his father, Ouranos, he ruled the cosmos during the Golden Age. Kronos had heard from Gaia and Ouranos that he, like his father, was destined to be overthrown by his own sons. Kronos had sired the gods Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Zeus in order to avoid being toppled by a prophecy. Although, in this myth, another god, a son, was born. Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, 'Kairos,' and Zeus were the seven children of Rhea and Kronos.
Kairos is a word derived from an Ancient Greek term that means 'Right Time' or 'Opportune Moment' to do or say anything, as opposed to Kronos, which historians interpret as 'Clock Time.'
He married Rhea, his sister, but was apprehensive about having children in case they turned on him. He pondered how he could ensure that none of his children would be able to depose him and take control. He got an idea before long. If they had children, he would devour them as soon as they were born, ensuring that they would never grow up to be able to challenge him. Rhea watched with sadness as each child she gave birth to was devoured: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, one after the other, and then another was born, another to devour.
Rhea has had enough. She was Motherhood's Titaness. The sight of her children being devoured was too much for her to take. She had to save this child.
Rhea was racing through the woods, her tanned complexion glistening with sweat and trailing behind her her long wavy black hair. She didn't dare to look back for fear of being confronted by her pursuer. She was well aware that another kid would be lost if she did not flee her husband. She took refuge behind a tree.
She heard twigs breaking beneath Kronus's feet. He was present. She'd failed to save her beautiful child again again.
"I know you don't want it, but we have to stay in power," Kronus said, not knowing where his wife was. Crimson hair cascaded over his shoulders, and a beard of the same hue adorned his face. He had light complexion and wore a purple robe. A gleaming sickle hung from the side of his belt, composed of a metal that was more silver than silver and sharper than sharp. Rhea clutched the baby to her bosom, her back against the tree, her eyes tightly shut, as she realised how near he was.
"Please, Mother! Please assist me! Please save my child!" Tears welled up in her eyes as she murmured. There was a creaking sound.
Kronos appeared out of nowhere. "Ah-Ha!" He sobbed as he snatched his sixth child from her clutches and squinted at it. He looked at the Babe with hatred in his eyes, a child who had the potential to overthrow him; he could sense the child's power, which was similar to his own, yet different.
As a result, it was too late. She had seen another of her children begin to suffer.
When Zeus, the seventh kid, was born. Rhea was astute; she knew that once Kronos realised she was no longer pregnant, he would demand the kid to consume. Rhea enlisted Gaia's help in devising a plot to save them and exact vengeance on Kronos for his crimes against his father and children.
Rhea managed to save the youngest, Zeus, who she secretly gave birth to in Krete, by hiding him away on the island and feeding Kronos a stone, also known as the Omphalos Stone, wrapped in swaddling clothes, which he promptly swallowed, thinking it was his son.
Zeus was kept safe in a cave on Crete's Mount Ida. He was then raised by a goat named Amalthea while a company of Kouretes, armoured male dancers, yelled and clapped their hands to drown out the baby's cries from Kronos.
Kronos was forced to vomit the contents of his stomach in reverse order by Zeus, who used an emetic supplied to him by Gaia: first, the stone, which was put at Pytho beneath the glens of Mount Parnassus as a sign to mortal men, then his three brothers and three sisters.
Zeus stood in awe as he watched his siblings come out.
First was Kairos. He had dark black hair. His hair was as light as the sea at night, with black strands glistening in broad impressionist bands that flowed as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. His eyes were grey with cement. His grey midwinter eyes drew in a delicate ebb. It glistened like stars melting in platinum, bringing out every detail. It was the grey of the last ashes on the fire blown in the breeze; the grey of a pigeon's wing, soft as down; and the grey of the ocean an instant before the first rays of morning struck the water.
Next was Posiden, who had dark brown hair. His eyes were the same blue-green as highland lakes, with hues that might tell tales of the sky and evergreen giants. Those ocean-strong blue eyes, with split outer rings of teal all the way to the black, swam with warm sun-lit currents.
Then there was Hades, then Hera. One after the other, finally, they were all out.
Zeus released the Hecatoncheires and the Cyclopes after liberating his siblings, and they created his thunderbolts, Poseidon's trident, Hades' helmet of darkness for him and Kairos, his golden spear, which glistened in the light.
Zeus and his older brothers and sisters, with the help of the Hecatoncheires and Cyclopes, defeated Kronos and the other Titans in the Titanomachy, a massive conflict. Many Titans were imprisoned in Tartarus after it. Oceanus, Helios, Atlas, Prometheus, Epimetheus, and Menoetius, on the other hand, were not imprisoned as a result of the Titanomachy. Gaia bore the monster Typhon in order to exact vengeance on the Titans who were imprisoned.
Zeus was powerful. It was a strange thing, but Kairos could see that his younger brother's strength came not just from the Aegis at his chest or the thunderbolts that lay silent at his side but also from the brightness in his piercing blue eyes, sun-blessed assurance at which Kairos could only wonder. It was an altogether new experience for him, and all he could think of was Zeus' brilliant, otherworldly boyhood on Krete's lush hills. The rest of them didn't have it. The dark of their father's intestines became familiar to their sight.
He knew one day that his siblings and himself would be freed- together, they would unite and defeat their father. It was but fate for it to happen, a fate that must be completed. It had been dark in the pits of their father's stomach for those years, it had been dark. Yet he was not terrified, for he was with his siblings, who shared a warm sense of belonging and understanding. The darkness had felt like strong protective arms, encircling them until the promised dawn arrived. Within it, they were once again infants, protected behind the cloths's protection.
The sky was dark yet bright. His grey eyes sparkled as he stared up. His eyes were as bright as the constellations above, the stardust atoms seeking the stars until they could bathe in the light of the sun. He could see it all, feel it all, and he loved it. His eyes closed, feeling the air brush against him.
"Brother", A gentle voice sounded from behind me. Turning his head, he smiled kindly, "Poseidon." Kairos replied, acknowledging his brother, "We plan to discuss how we will defeat Kronos. Come," and he did. Kairos followed his elder brother within the cave they were situated in.
They sat inside an old cave in an abandoned part of the world, the seven of them. They hid there, escaping their Titan father's anger, everyone but Zeus engrossed in thought and solitude.
Because no one else had spoken, Zeus answered, "Of course, we must murder Kronos."
Kairos raised his eyes from the concrete, his gaze falling on his brother. Hearing the words come out of his mouth, he could sense the wrath that the youngest god radiated. He lowered his hand to the ground, picked up a hand-sized stone and inspected it with curiosity.
Hearing her brother's remarks, Hestia looked up from her bonfire, her pale brown hair like a veil in front of her eyes. Hades could feel her dark, eloquent eyes studying the rest of them even if she didn't say anything. Her silence weighed heavily on him as he turned towards his other brother Kairos who seemed uninterested in the conversation.
But when slim Hera's soft cows'-eyes met Zeus's, she whispered breathlessly, "Yes."
"He is the ruler of the Titans," long-legged Poseidon stated, his voice sharp and condescending as if Zeus had forgotten this important fact in his youthful exuberance.
"While we are frequently forced to make decisions that may appear to be judgments, they are, for the most part, realistic measures taken to protect ourselves or others. To judge, one must view all points of view through the eyes of a perfect heart and spirit, which is why we leave such matters to the divine." Kairos spoke, and all their eyes turned to him.
"What is it you mean by this, brother? Are you in agreement with Zeus?" The first to answer was Demeter. His grey eyes had not yet left the stone in his palm of his hand when they met hers. They watched as the stone crumbled into dust as they stared. Kairos shook his hand, causing dust to fall. "His fate has already been decided," he spoke again. "It is up to us to make the decision." As the fire blazed, he spoke again, his calm voice echoing around the cave.
Demeter shifted position, tension clear in the tilt of her shoulder blades. "Then we could banish him. He can be taken out of power without being killed. He is a powerful king."
But Zeus merely smiled, a conqueror's smile. "And I'm his mighty son. Their fathers are replaced by their sons. That's how it works."
"No," Hestia said with her rough, quiet voice. "our father did it. That doesn't mean it's what always must happen."
"There's a precedent," Hera interjected. "It can be done."
"No," Hades told Demeter then, for her sentimentality could wrought the destruction of them all, "if we do depose him, than we must also kill him. It would be too dangerous to leave him alive."
Zeus was looking at the rest of them, confusion beginning upon his face. "Why are all of you so reluctant to attack him? Surely you can't feel any sort of loyalty?"
"He's our father," Demeter said softly.
Zeus' voice was brash, angry. "I believe he relinquished all claims to filial deference when he decided to swallow us."
Demeter stood, hands fisted in the heavy fabric of her wool tunic. "Children owe something to their parents. It's just the way things are. I don't know why."
The gods grew up, and Zeus led the Olympians in a ten-year war against the Titans, driving them in defeat into the pit of Tartaros.
The sharp blade of Kronos' scythe flashed through the air, ready to behead the fallen Zeus who had fallen, was he to die here? It wasn't his time, before time could complete, Kairos was now before them both, his hand holding the staff of the scythe, with that it erupted into small partcals, not to be seen again. His spear pointed at Kronos neck as Zeus stared up at him in a daze.
"Submit, for your fate has already been decided" Karios spoke steadily, The king of Titans fell to his knees for he had lost this battle.
In the end, they didn't murder him. The other Titans, many of whom had grown tired of their brother's disorganised and paranoid rule, simply capitulated when they saw Kronos bound and weak. Zeus was young, bright, and glorious, and his subjects were quick to applaud him.
Kairos listened as Zeus declared his intention to create a palace for himself at the top of Mount Olympus, surrounded by clouds and gilded by sunshine, from Poseidon's side. That future, with his brother on the throne, Kairos could already see, was an interesting one. Zeus kissed his sister Hera on the marble steps of his father's mansion, and her huge eyes, marked in dark kohl, enlarged at the taste of her younger brother's mouth.
They banished Kronos and Zeus took his place in charge of all the gods, sharing his power with his brothers and sisters. Zeus had become the god of the sky, Poseidon god of the sea, hades god of the underworld and Kairos? He was a powerful god, matching the power of his elder power. Some believed even more powerful- Zeus feared him and felt threatened by his power, yet favoured him, for his lack of interest, his brother did not seek nor wish for power.
Zeus' brother, in his own way, merely minded his own business, it was what people liked about him, yet they made it a mission to include him.
The Olympian gods shared the same inclinations and aspirations as mortals, as well as the same weaknesses and strengths, and even lived under similar circumstances. They had the appearance of humans, yet they were virtually invariably more beautiful and powerful. The gods could change their appearance or teleport to any location they desired. This was also a driving force behind ancient Greece's legendary hospitality, which was a vital institution. Any foreigner who could, after all, be a god in disguise would be warmly welcomed by the Greeks.
The Greek gods were not unconcerned about mankind. On the contrary, they frequently came into contact with them while travelling in secret, posing as ordinary people and praising the good and punishing the bad. There was no better way for the gods to be pleased than to live as mortals. They were, however, freed from two major human sufferings: the fear of deprivation and the fear of death. Indeed, the gods' privilege is carefree. They have no concept of illness, ageing, or death. The immortals enjoy beauty, health, and happiness thanks to the nectar, the gods' wine, and the ambrosia, the exquisite meal of Olympus.
The immortal Greek gods made their home on Mount Olympus. They constructed their divine palaces there, and from there they could see the entire earth. Wisdom is the foundation of ancient Greek religion. People admired the gods greatly but did not envy them. Notable temples were built in their honour, and they inspired famous works of art. The gods reflected the ancient Greek people's values.
Kairos. He is a god, one who can sleep and sees everything. He is one of those who could sense the incomprehensible enemy of all that may come.
He is the god responsible for space. Created most of the Omnivers shell. He is the centre of TRUE OMNIVERSE. It was rare that he left the Void as he was the centre of everything. He stood guard. He saw all through time and space- the future, the past and the present all in one place. The void was a dangerous place, full of information. It was already agreed that if a god wished to enter, they must ask for permission before entry.
Though he could see everything, a flaw was that he could not see it all simultaneously, which was why he had his subjects, the Time Fýlakes.
When he did leave the Void, which he saw as his safe haven, a place of understanding, it was for the Olympian meetings or occasional wander through the mortal world.
Some called him all-powerful, the all seeable, the all-knowing, for he was the god of Time. Being the god of the timeplane, which some called the atmosphere that made the world what it was. Others called him the real god of the earth, a false clam which Zeus hated as they had split it amongst them.
He was in charge of maintaining the flow of time and punishing anyone who broke it. He possessed a wide range of talents, including the ability to manipulate time on a planetary, galactic, universal, or even omniversal scale. As they are practically unstoppable deities, he was able to alter the entire space-time continuum. He could turn into a time deity and manipulate time on a transcendent level that was beyond regular use.
By simply surround himself in time by manipulating time. He could no longer be seen by others.
He had the ability to manipulate time and energy. Manipulation of the energy of the flow of time, rather than just managing time, allows them to condense time into a quasitangible form and or energy and use it for more physical purposes. This comprises both structures and temporal energy bursts. Can make it go and stop at different rates, teleport through space and time by riding the flow, and concentrate it into time portals or even space-time rifts. Fast currents of time energy can even be utilised to deflect attacks at higher intensities, causing victims to disintegrate as their physical bodies are unable to keep up with the flow of time.
He was known as a 'seer', able to see the things hidden from others and had the ability to predict the future or speak for the gods. He was able to perceive destiny, sensing the fates of himself and others. He could see if one is meant to be loved, hated, rich, poor, die, or if they are faced with being good or bad- no matter what, he couldn't just simply change fate. It was against all and would have heavy consequences as it forces a change in the flow of time.
He was Kairos, the god of Time, Space, Destiny & Truth.
The Olympians' seats in the Hall of the Gods are known as the Greek gods' thrones. In an inverted 'U,' the 12 thrones were positioned. Because a god's power is linked to his or her throne, one of the ways to defeat a god is to demolish his or her throne, which is why Kronos sought to destroy the Hall of the Gods. The first throne, which belonged to Zeus, was created by Hephaestus.
Kairos became one of the 12 Olympians. His throne was made of silver, with woven lines of gold, each connecting to an object, an hourglass. The throne was sat beside Poseidon
"Already escaping, brother?" an amused voice said behind him. His feet stood as he turned his head to his brother, "The meeting as adorned, has it not?" Kairos asked in the same tone. Poseidon rolled his eyes as he leaned on the side of the pillar on his right, "Unless it is fate you leave? Is there some great danger coming… I already know what it is, Aphrodite, is it not?"
Kairos let out a chuckle. He wouldn't be surprised at all if Aphrodite was currently looking for him, as she had failed the last time to bed him. She will surely try again once they cross paths. His hand opened as his golden spear appeared in his grasp.
He raised it from the floor, "Until we meet again, brother", was the last thing Kairos said as the end of the spear hit the floor, and he was no longer to be seen.
Somewhere within Newyork, in 1992. It had been a very long week for someone, that someone is a young woman called Allison Sawn. She was beyond tired. Each week that flowed by seemed to get more and more difficult to contain composure. She had to save enough money to travel to Boston to see her sickly mother, who was confined to a hospital bed. She sat down tiredly on her worn-down couch in her crappy apartment before she decided she would go to the rooftops to see the stars.
Something which was frequent. It helped calm her nerves. As she opened the door to the rooftop, she stopped dumbly at the door. There was someone already there. She hadn't seen another person come there before, nor did the man seem familiar, even if she had yet to see his face. From what she could see, the man was tall and which short curly black hair, hair that matched the night of the sky. Just as she had planned to do, he was staring up at the skies, seemingly absorbed by the doted sparks.
Her curiosity overwhelmed her, and she walked slowly toward the man… that was holding a spear? It was golden, surprisingly shining brightly in the dark. It was beautiful. He had yet to notice her approach. Maybe he had but decided not to react, concentrating on the sky. She found herself staring at his arms that were revealed in his t-shirt. Clearly, he worked out. The veins on his forearm were ever so slightly pronounced. She was stood next to him, her hands against the stone that was called a railing.
Without a doubt, as she stared at the side of his face, he was the most attractive man Allison had ever laid eyes on. From the lightning, she could still see it all, his light tan skin, maybe European? He had a sharp, set jawline and a brooding yet handsome face. She had let out a small gasp as his gaze set on her, his grey eyes captivating her. His eyes twinkled in amusement, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Hello", he spoke, his voice calming and deep- soothing even, as though he knew all. She smiled awkwardly.
"H-Hey?" she stammered out. Had she just phrased it as a question? Maybe she should just fall over the edge right now after embarrassing herself like that. She glanced to his long spear that stood tall at his side.
"Why are you holding a spear? Shouldn't that be somewhat illegal?" she asked. The mystery man's face contorted in a way Allison didn't expect. Surprise? Confusion? Then it was stoic, his eyes bored into hers, and she felt as though he was reading her mind… was he? He shifted his feet as he stared before she heard his soothing voice again.
"You can see it?" he asked, his head slightly tilted, and she couldn't help but find it cute.
"Well, of course, I can…." She said, unsure whether or not that was a trick question. Was she not supposed to see so obviously there? The confusion shot to his face, his eyes trailing her, looking her up and down, that she felt herself move backwards under the tense silence.
"Ah, I apologise. Maybe it was fate for us to meet. It doesn't happen often…" he spoke again. She stared at him, raising a brow, "Fate? What people not seeing your large stick that could stab a hole in someone?" she responded. What she didn't expect was the beautiful sound she heard from him as she finished. He was laughing…
He finally stopped, "I suppose you can say it was a gift, a memory of a sort that helps from time to time. Don't worry, I won't murder you with it." His tone was teasing, and a blush rushed to her cheeks, "Why are you out here?" she asked curiously, his gaze turned from her to the city below then the sky, "The view."
Her face scrunched up, looking at the 'view'. There weren't many views from this rooftop. She snorted as she looked onwards from where she was as someone proceeded to break the window of a car… another robbery. The street was filled with crime.
"You don't have to lie. Well, anyway, I'm here for the fresh air… not that there's much of it in this part of the city."
"I think it's beautiful. Possibly my favourite place," she heard him speak, and she turned her gaze on him again. Favourite place? A dump like this? He looked like he was exactly a lot. He seemed he wouldn't be living in a place like this. "You seem sad", she heard him speak again, yet his gaze was on the sky, then his eyes met hers, her lips parted, staring intensely into them. His hand was placed on her chin.
None of them said anything for a while before he spoke, "You're eyes are memorising", he whispered, feeling embarrassed. She moved her head away and looked to the sky just as he had been doing.
"They're brown", she said dryly. "You're point?" his voice confused. "There's nothing special about them. Your eyes on the other hand, I could tell you a story about them… mine have none", She responded.
"A false claim, I will have you not spew." Once the words left his mouth, she laughed. She couldn't help it. What were they? About to meet Shakesphere for dinner? Really, 'spew?'
"You're a strange man, you know?" she said.
"There is the warmth of an unending hearth in those brown eyes as if they were the wood that might burn with golden flame while remaining fully whole forever. In the earliest rays of morning, these eyes are polished amber.- They are self-assured and tenacious. They are reliable and provide a sense of security. They're insane, but they're also really affectionate. I can tell you care all and above for family from staring into your eyes, don't you? A clear sight you have."
She was silent for a moment, taking in everything he had just said, as her cheeks heated.
"I suppose I do care about family… but doesn't everybody? And um, 'clear sight'? What do you mean, like I don't need glasses?" she asked. He hummed.
"You can see through the mist. See me for who I am." He said calmly. "The mist? For who you are?" she repeated, her confusion evident.
From the terrible weeks she had been having, this one was ending as the best. The mystery man had revealed himself as Kairos, a name she was familiar with from Greek Mythology. She had rolled her eyes, laughing at his 'joke', then she stopped, stared him unmovingly into his grey eyes and said, "Prove it" what she didn't expect was for him to take her by the hand. Everything was dark and fussy before it wasn't there weren't on her apartment rooftop anymore but outside a hospital. Her heart raced, she took deep breaths, and she spun around, taking everything in.
She stared at him. He was standing with a calming demeanour, staring in interest, watching her reaction. He was truly the god of Time and Space. She looked up at the hospital again 'Bost West Hospital'. This was where her mother was. "My… my mum?" she whispered, her eyes on him, once again he had taken her hand, and they were in her room- it was her mother, her eyes closed, all sorts of machines connected to her, the only sound was her rhythmic sound of the heart monitor.
"Ally?"
Her heart was in her throat, "Mum", she whispered, rushing to her side. She held her mother's outstretched hands tightly, afraid to let go, as tears fell down her cheek.
"When? But I thought-" she stopped her mother and turned to Kairos, "He um- my friend brought me here" she answered her mother's unspoken question. Her mother's gaze turned to where her daughter was looking, "Oh? You didn't bring your friend in," Her mother said.
Allison's eyes snapped to her mother, "What? Actually, I did-"
"She won't be able to see me", Kairos spoke.
What Kairos had done was the kindest thing anyone had ever done for her. She hadn't needed to ask. He just did it. As he had brought her home after hours with her mother, she cried in his arms. It was like she had known him her whole life, his warm arms wrapped around her. As the night went on, they continued to chat and envelop themselves in each other's warmth.
As the sun rose the next morning, they woke up in each other's arms. Kairos had stayed true to his word and remained with her the following week. It was brilliant, there wasn't much where she lived so they took a bus downtown and she showed him everything, chatting away telling him all on her mind whether he already knew something or whatever she said was pointless she just said it because she knew he didn't mind- he had all the time in the world did he not?
Though his long stay in the mortal world had not gone unnoticed, Kairos' brothers, Zeus and Poseidon, had noticed, and Zeus demanded he leave the mortal alone and return to the palace or his domain- he was unable to deny the request of his ruler. With pain in his heart, he was forced to leave Allison Sawn. He knew he could not stay. There were rules.
He would miss her warm smiles, her curious eyes, her long chats of questions and stories but alas, she wouldn't be alone. He shouldn't have.
Long ago, an Oracle predicted that a half-blood offspring of one of the four brothers would either bring down Olympus or save it. The Big Four gods swore a promise not to have any more demigod children as a result of this, but Zeus instructed Hades to take his two demigods, Nico and Bianca di Angelo, to Camp Half-Blood. Hades rebelled because he was afraid that his children would be turned against him or slain if he didn't. An enraged Zeus attempted to murder the young demigods Bianca and Nico di Angelo by demolishing the hotel where they were staying, but Hades saved them. He, on the other hand, failed to save their mother, Maria di Angelo and was devastated, threatening to "crush" him.
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