Titan Of Life

Chapter Nine: A Mother's Anguish

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Day After Incident

Kronos watched mournfully as his eyes fell upon his mother, she was - to put it simply - a mess. Her hair was knotted and it eminently resembled to a bird's nest. Kronos wasn't aware of what his mother had been up to, in the last couple of hours. Be that as it may, her usual green dress, which seemed to have the inability to get dirty, was in tatters. Deep scratches ran down her cheeks as if she'd been clawing at it. Her tears mixed with the silver ichor gushing from the scrapes in her face.

He turned his gaze to the paper sprawled out in front of him. Krios had suggested that he should set down all the punishments and schemes of torture and torments, which he desired to subject to their father. All the same, Iapetus glared at his elder brother before turning to Kronos, the stern look on his face would be forever burned into his mind.

"Just write your thoughts down." Kronos was still hesitant to write. "Percy used to do it too." That was what it took, to assent Kronos penning it out. Krios stormed out the room, leaving Iapetus behind with a smug smile on his face.

Kronos sat at his desk in his room, he could not think of a single word to write. Kronos once again gazed out of his window, his mother now sat on her knees, forehead pressed to the ground. He pressed his pen on the paper.

Kronos' log,
Mother hasn't been the same since that distasteful excuse for a father decided to do the unthinkable. Ouranos deserves to rot in Tartarus for what he's done - to have the flesh slowly removed with... No.

My thoughts are... muddled up! I'm not sure what to think anymore. I'm only six years old and I already think like someone much more mature. It maybe the fact we immortals are known to age faster, but I doubt that. It isn't a hidden fact that my future domain is to be time, this might be the cause of me being mentally more mature, than I seem. Or perhaps, it's the fact I've seen more of the mess known as life, than my siblings and it's driving me insane.

Percy. Percy has most likely seen the horrors of Tartarus itself with that haunted look in his eyes. I'm not sure what to think of him anymore...

Kronos let a frustrated scream rip from his throat. His hands reached up and began massaging his temples, he honestly didn't know what to think anymore.

Getting himself on his feet, Kronos sighed. He might as well bring his mother inside. Dark clouds were rolling across the sky, it would storm again tonight.

Dragging his feet sluggishly across the cold stone floor, he dragged his hand along the old mahogany walls, not built for the amount of rainfall they'd had recently. The rotting wood came away beneath the tips of his fingers, the once high proud ceiling looked as though it would collapse at any moment.

Unwillingly, Kronos let the warmth of his body escape him as the cool winds seemingly picked up from nowhere, chilling him down to the bone. He hugged himself. Moving against the wind he forced himself on wards, forcing one foot in front of another. Despite his maturity and intelligence, he was still a six year old hoping not to be carried off by the wind.