A/N Hi people Gylfie here. So this something I wrote awhile ago and I just figured I'd post it.
Tick-toc, Tick-toc, like a heartbeat the constant pulse of time flowed, carrying everything with it. Hopes, dreams, destiny. Everything things counted on it, and in turn time answered them. He stood now all knowing, and all mighty. How dare this mere mortal diffie him? The human race, and there counterparts, had always complained about time. They never had enough. Instead of just excepting that they couldn't have everything they tried to organize him, splitting up their life into increments. Years, hours, days, minutes. How foolish, didn't they know that it was impossible. He relished the moments he spent slowing down their clocks and speeding up their perception of him. Advanced civilization his face. The dolphins were smarter. They respected and worshiped him. As they should. And lived out their lives without trying to micro manage him.
Years ago those primitive apes had dreamed up they titian Kronos. It was obscene that any other deity should have control over his realm. Even the other deities feared him. Time by in its essence was everywhere, effected everything, and unpreventable. No one could cheat him.
Then he was born. His people were gone. Yes, but he... remained. He had somehow escaped him, the mightiest lord of all time. A measly humanoid had managed to difie him, and it wasn't done. It just wasn't done.
A/N If you want me to write more for this please tell me. Other than that please review.
