It's no joke having the weight of the world upon your shoulders. Literally.
I groaned, the heavy earth upon my weary shoulders. The pain seared my body like molten lava. This was no way to befit a Titan. I should have been in charge of the world, commanding a vast army. Blast Zeus. Blast Gaia and Ouranus.
The pain hadn't stopped for a long time. If only I hadn't believed that Heracles was adjusting his cloak. I grunted loudly at the mere thought of that encounter. How idiotic I had been. This torture had been going on forever. It would continue on into eternity unless I escaped this burden.
Licking my lips, I happily thought of the torture of the Gods. I could already see fear on Zeus's arrogant face. I knew, someday, we would rise. I could feel it in the air, on the dirty earth. Cronos was rising out of Tartarus. Once he was out, there was no doubt about it; we would be free to once more roam the earth.
I couldn't wait for that day. I knew it would come, however far into the future. The gods wouldn't think that anyone could penetrate their prisons.
I howled at the thought of that. Thousands of years later and they hadn't learned from the past. Arrogance is a weakness and it will be their doom. They cannot control the prophecies or the future; however, they can change the present. They are too supercilious to realize that we Titans are breaking free.
Soon, we shall rule the earth that is rightfully ours.
And so, I waited, although not sure for what.
Before I knew it, I noticed a mortal in front of me. Then I detected a strange, faint aura of power. A half-blood, I realized.
"My lord," the half-blood said as he bowed. "I come from the great lord, Cronos."
"Ah." I said, managing to talk while pain engulfed my being. "What does he want, half-blood?"
"He is rising." I turned to look at the half-blood's face. I saw a single, long scar marring his face.
"A moron could have told me that much." I responded.
"He needs your help." Was all the half-blood told me.
"Ah," I said, a grin lighting up my face. "I would be pleased. However, at the moment I am trapped." The half-blood nodded. He opened his mouth after a moment of though.
"Please, my lord, move over." He said as he rolled under. I gladly gave him the burden.
"CRACK!" I rotated my neck as it cracked. I was free, finally after so many long years. The gods would rue the day that they had trapped me.
After all, when we fought, I only was trying to protect what was rightfully mine.
