I used to be loving, kind, and helpful. I would make your lives fruitful. I would give you trees and plants so that you could eat and survive. I gave you monsters, sure. But you gave me headaches I'd call it even. Maybe. Well, you wanna know why I'm so evil? Let's go on a journey to find out. And as to who I am, I'm why I'm Mother Nature, of course!
I woke up with my Ouranous smiling. My sweet husband. Humans made me happy. They actually used the Earth. And I was with Ouranus' and My first children, I believe them to only have one eye, but no matter, they are my children. "Are you awake, honey?" "Yes, my love." "I was thinking we could visit the humans today." "I don't know Ouranus it's getting harder and harder for me to go down to the Earth. I'm eight months, and two weeks. You go on without me." "Are you sure honey?" "Yes my dear, bring me some flowers," "'You know I will.
I sit waiting for my dear Ouranous to come back. One of my servants, Pan comes up to me. "Pan," I say kindly, "What news do you have for me?" When suddenly a pain comes. I scream. Pan runs out of the room and Ouranous flashes in. "My dear flower, are you alright?" "No!" I scream at him. He starts to try to make me comfortable, but he stops as 3 punches come his way. Then the first baby pops out, then the next, and the next. I look up to Ouranous smiling. "Hey, can you get me some water?" "Yes, my flower." As he walks out, I pick up each of my babies. One has 3 arms on each side. I call him Earthborn. Another has one eye in the middle of his head. I call him Cyclops. The last on has 50 arms one each side. I call him Briarus. Then another pops out. I call him Brisaurus. Ouranous comes back and see the babies he smiles and already knows what their names are. He smiles, and says, "Sleep,". I do.
I wake up and something doesn't feel right. I have no idea what it is yet, but I will find out. I go to the children's cribs, and they are not there. I figure Ouranous or a servant put them in their rooms. So I go check, and they are not there either. "Ouranous!" I roar. His skittering, yet tall feature comes to me. "Where are the children?" "What?" "I should've known you'd go looking for them." He mumbles. "What?" I roar. Now, you humans would call this a plate-shift, volcanic eruption, with and earthquake on the side. "Where are they?" I ask, leering. "They're..." I lift a finger menacingly. He breaks. "They're... They're... They're in Tartarus."
