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This is my view of the story of Rhea and Kronus. Because honestly, there isn't much in mythology about Rhea. Just that she birthed the Olympians, and saved Zeus from being eaten by her husband. Then she just disappears off the map. But to every story, there is always something more. Lets find out Rhea's side of the story, shall we?

Enjoy!

Prologue:

The Mountain of Olympus, the home of the gods, this place was the foundation of the world. In the last couple of months, buildings, statues, and temples had been erected until the whole of the city looked grand and beautiful, lit up with the light of the heavens. The stars and sun smiled down upon it, for there was nothing as splendid.

But there was another mountain, slowly fading from memory. It had been dark for some time, and now no more fires burned there. It was empty, deserted, and haunting, very unlike its predecessor. Once, it was the center and foundation of the world. Now, it served as a hollow holder of memories. Shadows of laughter and tears, of the fallen powers.

Mount Othrys was once the home of the mighty Titans, the sons and daughters of Gaia and Uranus. But that had been years ago, and now centuries after the war where they had fallen to their younger relatives, the Olympians, it was deserted and falling slowly into decay.

The Olympians had ransacked the palaces of the Titans accordingly, and had henceforth left it alone. No one had touched it since, nor walked among its halls. That is, until now.

Indeed, a woman wearing a heavy green cloaked walked quietly through the palace at the top of the mountain, the dark palace of Kronus. Her face was absorbed in shadow, but one could see the slightest traces of auburn curls that had freed themselves from the hood. She was a small, petite thing and even though one could not see much from the cloak she wore, it was obvious that through the grace and way she held herself even in such depressing surroundings, that she had nobility in her blood.

From here, she could see the full spread of the mountain and the valley below. Undaunted by the eerie quiet of the place where the king of the Titans and earth once resided, the woman continued on, climbing stairs higher and higher. She passed an old dining and ballroom. On another floor was room after empty bedroom. She hesitated at a grand door, which on it was a worn-out carving of the heavens. But she passed on after a lengthy pause. Until finally she was at the very peek of the palace, at the very top.

At the highest point, there was but one door. Unlike the rest of the palace, which was lofty and showed signs of former glory, the door was plain and wooden. Yet the key hole was illuminated in a natural light. And as the woman approached, she could hear the sound of birds twittering happily to one another. It was as if the door was a gateway to another world, one away from the dark and gloom that suppressed the rest of the mountain.

Calmly, the woman reached into her cloak and pulled out a rusted, ancient key. Without any hesitation, she entered it into the lock with practiced precision, and the tumblers clicked open accordingly. And the ancient door opened with a heavy groan.

Inside was a paradise. Sun streamed in from the open roof, dancing off of a small pond and caused it to sparkle like diamonds. A large tree hung over the pond, giving a small amount of shade for those that wish to sit on the stone bench it covered. The floor was covered with grass and patches of flowers that gave off all colors. Small birds of many kinds nested in the tree, or danced about on the forest floor.

The woman gave pause at the entrance, and took in all of this. Before finally, she reached up and unclasped her cloak, letting it fall to the grass around her feet. She was small indeed, and looked younger than her eyes betrayed. Her brown eyes, though gentle and kind, held a wisdom awarded to only the most ancient kind. And though her appearance seemed young, she was very beautiful and well-endowed. The clothing she wore, a simple green chinton dress with a small silver clasp, and a matching green scarf which covered her head, suggested that she was not aware of her beauty as others were. And even with the scarf, her curls continued to break free and dance about her face.

Quietly, and with a solemn expression on her soft features, the woman walked to the stone bench and sat. For a moment, it looked as if she too had turned to stone, simply staring out at the small pond at her feet. Though the area was happy and merry, bustling with activity. The woman kept that sad look upon her face, as if her thoughts were still with the gloomy rooms just below her feet.

Finally, after some moments, she looked toward the door. Her face broke out with a gentle smile, "How long are you going to continue watching me, my daughter?"

Another woman appeared almost immediately after the words were said, sliding out of her hiding spot behind the wooden door. The daughter held the natural beauty as her mother, but at the same time seemed very different. Instead of simple earthly colors, she wore a white flowing chinton, lined with gold. Her eyes radiated with power and authority, and she wore a diadem, which glowed with the same power that her eyes showed.

But when she gazed upon her mother's form Hera, Queen of the gods, displayed softness in her eyes that she showed few. "….Mother…"

Rhea, for that was the name of the woman, patted the seat next to her. Hera took the offered seat, and as her mother continued to gaze out at the pond, Hera continued to stare at her mother as if she was seeing her for the first time.

"I did not know such a place was here." The Queen of Olympus said after a lengthy pause. "It is beautiful."

Rhea nodded in response, "…. It was a wedding gift to me…. From your father."

Her daughter gave her a shocked look, giving the garden another glance, now that she knew of its origin. "Father gave you this place?" There was some disbelief in the pale-armed goddesses tone, and it was understandable. The Time Lord Kronus was not well known for being sentimental.

The Titaness chuckled slightly, "I understand your confusion. Your father was many things, and many of those things were terrible. But there were times when…." Rhea trailed off, looking sad.

"When what?" Hera pressed gently, scooting closer to her mother with curiosity obvious on her noble face. "Mother, it has been near two centuries since the fall of the Titans, and yet you have never revealed anything about your past with them. Please," She reached and took her mother's hand into her own, "Tell me. Why did you choose to marry father? Why did you let him swallow us when we were children?"

Rhea did not say anything for a moment, and in that moment Hera was sure she would not get any answers. But suddenly, the elder spoke. And Hera listened to the tale, respectfully not speaking. For the first time ever, the ex-Queen of the Titans was telling her story:

"All my life, I have never had much of a choice in anything. Indeed, from the moment I was born, my mother Gaea decided that I would become a disciple of hers. A maiden of nature, and she had no intention of letting me stay on Mount Othrys and be married off to one of my brothers. Therefore, I grew up away from this Mountain and my siblings, in one of my mother's sacred fields. Even once my father was overthrown by Kronus, and Kronus became king, I had no idea that such an event took place, nor did I remember having much care in the matter. And though many of my siblings would visit me, I never met the new King of the Titans. Until one day…."

Reviews are appreciated. The First Chapter shall be up soon, and in Rhea's point of view.