For some reason, I am currently obsessed with Greek Mythology.
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"Come on. He's not here."
"Father will not be happy about this."
Just as the children were about to reach the door, their father suddenly appeared before them, gazing at them with cold, calculating eyes.
The young Titaness greeted her father with a wide smile, "Good evening Father."
Surprisingly, the older Titan returned the smile.
Works every time. She always has that effect on everyone.
"You two weren't planning on causing trouble for your siblings again, were you?" He asked.
"Of course not, Father." The young Titan replied, "We were just on our way to check the eagles."
The older Titan nodded, "Alright. Just don't wake up the whole mountain."
The siblings waited until their father was no longer in the halls and silently opened the door, revealing the many array of weapons in the room.
The young Titaness gazed in wonder at the many weapons their parents possessed, but her younger brother wasn't interested in any of them.
Except for the large sword in the middle of the room.
Mother once told them Father crafted the blade himself from bronze, silver, and gold. Whenever Father swung the blade, his power would spread up to the ends of the Earth and all who felt his power will tremble before him.
How the young Titan wished he had that power.
"You can't take it." The young Titaness told her brother, "Father wouldn't like that."
But her brother was too focused on the mighty blade before him, "But one day, it will be mine."
Cronus gazed at the memory he envisioned in his hand as he sat on his throne.
So many years had passed since that day. And on the day he finally got rid of his weak father...
His thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Agnon.
"Did they find it?" He asked the giant.
When the giant gave him a thumbs-up, Cronus paused the memory and enlarged the image of the young blue-eyed Titaness with long golden hair streaked with silver.
"I told you one day it will be mine." Cronus told the image.
For a moment there, his expression seem to soften, but then he made the image disappear.
This time, the heroes will tremble fear before him.