A man with shoulder length golden blonde hair and pale blue eyes stood at the peak of Mount Orthrys, he had everything he could possibly want, power, a beautiful wife, and many children to continue his legacy. Yet he found himself feeling increasingly agitated, as if he had an itch he couldn't quite scratch. He wasn't left to think for long before his youngest sons voice reached him.

"Father, I did not see you at the feast. Is everything alright?" Kronos had been born with his brother Chronos' domain over time. He was named Kronos in honour of his brother who had practically raised Ouranos.

"Yes I am quite fine, I simply got lost in my thoughts."

"Mother was quite put out by your absence, you two have been rather distanced of late."

"Perhaps, she does not often agree with my decisions, how she could love those deformed monsters she calls children I will never understand."

"I completely agree father. However I believe it is time you, stepped down from leadership. You have ruled for too long, you surely must be tired."

"And who would take the throne? Oceanus? Bah he can barely control himself not to mention the entire world! Or did you mean you? Not a chance, you are too young and inexperienced to rule."

"That is, saddening to hear. But alas, if you shall not willingly step down then I must force to do so."

"Hahaha, you have not the power boy, not even your mother can challenge me, the sky is too powerful to fade." As he said this he summoned his lightning bolt. It was formed to the shape of a spear and roughly 15ft tall. Placing it a few feet shorter than its master.

"We shall soon see, won't we? BROTHERS! Hold him down!"

Suddenly another four of his children appeared in full battle armour wielding their own weapons. Quickly, Hyperion lunged forward with his spear, aiming a strike at his fathers left side.

But Ouranos was too quick and he batted the spear aside and jabbed his bolt at Iapetus who had attacked his right flank. Sure enough it connected, and sent a smoking wide eyed Iapetus flying backwards into a groaning heap.

Next to attack was Krios, who slashed his sword at Ouranos three times in quick succession, each being blocked easily before Koios' spear was impaled in the back of Ouranos' left knee.

He collapsed to a knee, before roughly jerking the spear out sending Koios off balance before stabbing his spear through his shoulder and delivering a brutal punch to his temple, knocking him unconscious.

By this point Iapetus had regained his wits and was joining Hyperion and Krios in circling their father, Kronos watching with a sadistic smile on his face, as if no other moment in his life had brought him as much pleasure as his fathers Ichor staining the grass.

Suddenly all three leapt into action simultaneously stabbing at Ouranos, who, with incredible grace, twirled his bolt knocking aside Hyperion and Iapetus before delivering a brutal hit to Krios' face with the butt of his spear.

Seeing this, Kronos brought forth a golden scythe and sent a downward strike towards his father who cried out in pain as his back was sliced open and his very soul began to tear.

He jumped away narrowly dodging Hyperions spear before being tripped by Iapetus and landing on his back. Soon 2 spears were levelled at his throat.

Then his bastard of a son Kronos opened his mouth and said

"You fought well father. But you could never have won, remember that it was your 'weak' children who made you fade."

"Hah. You are not strong, one day you will fall as well, but I would like to know where you got that scythe from."

"Mother gave it to me, she planned all of this."

"Gaia?" He whispered.

"Yes, the pain you caused her at her children's cruel fate she decided you had to fade."

"The cyclops and hekatonheires are monsters and deserve to rot in Tartarus!"

"Mother sees it differently."

"That much is clear." He lets out a humourless laugh. "But know that I curse you my son, that as my children have betrayed me, so too will your own. You have won today Kronos, but I will return and my wrath will crush you."

With a yell Kronos severed his fathers head before hacking and slashing until he was no longer recognisable. Lying in a hundred different pieces. Thunder boomed so loudly the three Titans flinched.

"Throw the pieces in the ocean. I will visit mother and tell her the job is done."

Hyperion and Iapetus nodded and began their task.

-LINE BREAK-

Ouranos was not happy. After his physical form being destroyed his essence was scattered to his domain.

He was powerless to do anything but watch from above, as his children divided up the world into 4 kingdoms with Kronos ruling as King. His creations were enslaved and his favourite daughter Rhea was forced to marry Kronos.

The only solace he had was that his curse had caused Kronos many sleepless nights.

Ouranos remained paralysed in his domain watching as one by one his siblings entered the same slumber he had. Simply watching from afar as the world changed.

Soon second generation Titans were born such as Atlas, son of Iapetus. Atlas seemed to be the worst of the newborns often torturing mortals for fun, smiling the same way Kronos had on that fateful day at the peak of Mount Orthrys.

But as time went by Ouranos' power began to slowly return to him and his consciousness began to form at a point until eventually he was able to create a physical form, still weak yes, but stronger than a mortal.

He began to slowly put his energy into creating his form.

And then, he was falling. Wind rushing past his face and blowing his hair back. He felt...free. Finally released from the cage of helplessness.

Until he hit the ground.

Pain erupted on his chest as he hit front first into the grass. He groaned and rolled over. The sun felt wonderful on his skin once more.

He opened his eyes and began to assess himself. He was seemingly around 6'3", he still had his long blonde hair and his broad figure. A light layer of hair covered his defined pectoral muscles and prominent abs.

He was small though, nowhere near his godly size. He felt for his power and found his connection to his domain weak, as if the connection were muffled by thick fabric.

Sighing he began to take in his surroundings, it appeared he was in a garden of sorts. Flowerbeds lay all around him and beautiful trees covered areas with shade.

He slowly rose to his feet, his body aching as if he were a mortal having gone for a rather lengthy run.

He ran a hand over his face, wondering what it is he should do.

Then he heard a scream.

His eyes widening he set off in the direction the scream came from. He ran for a few hundred metres dodging trees and rose bushes before setting his eyes upon a man, he had broad shoulders and defined muscles, blonde hair and blue eyes, looking much like Ouranos himself.

He the saw the man pinning a very beautiful woman against a tree, she had long black hair, a slender figure and appeared to be crying.

Ouranos growled lowly, he hated rapists and made his presence known when he stepped out of the bush and launched himself at the man, knocking him over and landing several heavy blows before being thrown off.

Flipping he landed on his feet, the man got up and took out a hair clip, Ouranos was confused until it elongated into a 3 feet long bronze sword, he raised an eyebrow? What mortal had enchanted weaponry?

The man then jumped at him and slashed the sword. Ouranos stepped to the side and slapped the sword out of his hand before delivering a knee to his stomach. The man doubled over and Ouranos took the chance to pick up the sword and level it at the mans throat.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"Heracles." The man replied.

"And what right do you have to lay a hand on this woman?"

"She's a disrespectful little bitch! She deserves a beating!"

Ouranos pushed the blade into Heracles' throat until blood began to trickle down his throat.

"I struggle to believe that. Why shouldn't I kill you?"

"Bah. You can't kill me, I'm a son of Zeus!" The man said proudly.

Zeus? Who was this Zeus? A mortal King perhaps? Or maybe a Titan. Either way, Ouranos didn't have much mercy in him.

"Well, I can't kill you then, but I will send you back battered and broken."

He the twirled the sword and slammed the pommel into Heracles' solar plexus before delivering a knee to his face knocking him out.

He turned to the girl.

"Are you okay?" He spoke softly.

She nodded.

"Thank you for saving me." Her voice was the perfect pitch, sweet and entrancing.

"I would never watch a man harm a woman. Thanks are not necessary."

She smiled.

"I would at least know my saviours name."

"Our-Perseus. My name is Perseus." He caught himself, being as weak as he was he should not give away his identity, lest his children catch wind and find him. Perseus seemed perfect 'The Destroyer' for he would destroy his sons for their betrayal.

"Mine is Zoë." She said smiling.

"Where will you go now Zoë?" Her face fell.

"My family will not welcome me back and I have nowhere to go." Tears filled her eyes.

"You are welcome to join me, though I am not sure where I am going." He decided not to pry about her family yet.

"Truly? Thank you!" He smiled.

"So...where's the nearest city to here?" He would need to find a city for information, he would need time to regain his power to battle his children.

A/N

So how is this? Just an idea I had floating around. First fanfic and CC is welcome, next chapter will be longer if I can do it.

Cya next time

SilentSpectator101