A.N.: Hey! How are ya doin'?(dodges pitchfork) Okay, maybe not good. I'm so sorry for leaving all of you hanging. I just started grade 11, which would be, for Americans and other assorted foreigners, high school? Maybe.

So these past few weeks have been busy for me. I have been trying to juggle school and coaching classes(for IIT) so much that, coupled with my writer's block, it was almost impossible to get time or ideas to start a chapter, but here I am!

Also, I just finished watching the delight that is Gravity Falls. You should see the amount of fanfictions that thing has- over 10k! but that's all for my rambling.

Also, I decided not to continue with the concept of the 'question of the day' since it took a lot of time to think up one. Here is the chapter of this new story.

CHAPTER 1

"Again!"

CLANG.

"Faster!"

HWIP.

Kek panted. This particular training session was pretty hard, as compared to the others. Then again,he was training with a being more ancient and much more experienced than him, so it didn't really matter. But just because that fact existed didn't mean he had to like it.

He was currently training with his aunt, Nyx, who was only able to train him as it was night. Oh, yes. His aunt was the Primordial of the Night herself. His mother was none other than Gaea the Earth Mother, and his father was the Primordial of the Pit, Tartarus.

Was he one of the Gigantes, or Giants, which Gaea and Tartarus had also fostered? No, but he was their full blooded sibling, which made him sound like a monster, even though he wasn't one. It also made having family gatherings awkward, because most of the Giants were dead or hated each other

They were currently in the Eastern Sacred Grove of Gaea, which they simply called Grove ή or etan, the eta standing for the direction. Similarly, they called the southernmost grove Ψ or psion since it was closer to the sea, and the psi well represented it. They called the northernmost one θ or theton, and the westernmost one simply ϕ or phion. It was much easier for them to refer to the individual groves by these named, rather than saying their actual direction and risking going into a verbal minefield.

Anyway, the training session was the most brutal one yet, because, as Nyx had said, 'we need you to get well versed in the art of actual Greek swordsmanship, as well as get you used to your weapon.'

Nyx's own blade was made of a form of metal he did not recognize at first, which Nyx later explained was made out of an alloy of Tartarean steel, Stygian iron and Night copper, which apparently meant that her sword was made of the three most powerful and durable metals in the world(no offense to Celestial bronze, but bronze is too flimsy to take a hit from even the weakest of the elder drakons).

Upon inspection of his own sword, he found that his sword was made of a similar combination, except it had an addition. It had silver around the seperable edges, supposedly to deal with werewolves, which were surprisingly sturdy against anything that wasn't silver. Even Night copper, the metal which could sap the light out of the strongest monster, phased through them.

Finally, with a grunt, Kek finally floored Nyx. She yielded, and got up, smiling. When his back was turned, she drew a dagger and was about to stab him, when he turned and knocked the dagger out of her hand.

She grinned. "You're getting surprisingly better. Your reflexes are faster than mine. What more, you-"

"- expect the unexpected, and do not underestimate my opponent." completed Kek. "You have said that a million times, Nyx."

"Well, I can't help it." She looked at the horizon. "Hemera is coming into the sky with Apollo. I better leave before she sees me and starts arguing."

With that, Nyx vanished.

Kek sighed. Godly relationships were complicated. Even a mother and daughter could hate each other so much, which led to a lot of unnecessary drama.

He quickly teleported himself to Grove Clearing, where there was a cave and a stream, just like the other groves.

Ever since he had come to the mortal world, he kept being amazed by its beauty. He couldn't imagine how he had not grown up in this land.

Then he stopped himself, and scowled. Zeus. The arrogant king of the gods wouldn't have let him live if he knew of his existence. He would have blasted him to smithereens and not lost any sleep about it. Thankfully, his parents were aware of this, and sent him off to the country of Bharat, where the Hindu gods also existed. The feeling of being a Hindu was so deeply rooted in his soul that he still took off his sandals when he entered someone's dwelling, and would never answer back to an elder- unless they were wrong, of course.

Now he was here, back in his homeland, happier than ever, yet sad for all that he had lost. He had lost his home, his people, his love, all because of some mere words spoken by an incensed mother. He knew that words could inflame your insides, make your blood boil, make you so devastatingly furious that you would unknowingly tear your own home apart.

That was why he was soft spoken, because he knew what damage words could do. Heck, he had seen what words could do himself because his own brother had, in his rage, said some things to his mother which made her break down. That was also why he could never bear to see someone in sorrow, because it reminded him of his own fears, his own dark past.

After taking a deep breath and steadying himself, he entered the cave, where his mother was cooking food over a fire. She turned and smiled.

Her features were even more defined than before, and for that you had Kek to thank. When he discovered that his mother had only one symbol of power, that is, the tree she gifted her granddaughter on her wedding day, he had concentrated and created these four sacred groves, and consecrated them in her name, so that she was more powerful than she had ever been. Since the groves kept growing in territory, her power kept increasing every minute. By the end of the year, when the groves will attain their full capacity, her power will dwarf that of the Gods's by a million times, where it had only been only a thousand times bigger. Increase in her powers also meant that, should the gods decide that she was a danger for no reason, she could easily incapacitate them. But she didn't want to take over the world, no, she had herself said that she was going to mind her own sweet business. But if the gods wanted to get in her hair for no reason, she'd destroy them.

"You're just in time, my dear. Breakfast is ready."

"Thanks, mom, but I think I'm gonna sleep for now. Nyx's training was hard."

She nodded. "Fine, honey, but take care-"

Kek fell on the bed, and almost immediately started snoring. Gaea chuckled, and let the food cool. She would heat it when he was awake. After all, it wasn't something like curry, which would spoil if reheated.

The curry was an especially good recipe that Kek had introduced Gaea to when they had some alone time. It was an Indian dish that he liked pretty well. It was also liked by Gaea and Tartarus, which was particularly surprising, since Primordials didn't eat mortal foods as much as gods or titans.

When he woke up, he saw that his father was already there. His father had sent word yesterday that he would be coming. Kek was especially excited for this, because, even though he loved both of them, Tartarus couldn't see them often, because he couldn't remain away from the pit for long, otherwise he would dissipitate, and would need at least two years to reform his physical body. Even then, it would take him another year to be in proper mortal clothing, because, really, who would want to talk to a person with a whirlpool for a face and a gruff voice?

Tartarus turned. He grinned. "Good, you're awake. Curry's ready!"

Kek grinned. It was good to have a family again.