Here's chapter two, all about Hades lousy, and I do mean lousy, childhood. Enjoy :)
~Cissa
So, you think your childhood was bad? Well let me tell you that yours was a walk in the park compared to mine. I mean, did your father try and eat you? I don't think so!
Yeah, so apparently my father was told that he would be overthrown by one of his sons, just like he had overthrown his father I might add, so he swallowed every single one of my siblings and me when we were born. That's right; I spent al of my childhood in my father's stomach. I told you your life would look like a walk in the park next to mine, and now you know I wasn't kidding.
Seriously, all I remember of Olympus in the few short minutes before I was swallowed was some seriously bright light, people standing around me looking very solemn, and then utter darkness.
While I was in my father's stomach, I was taken care of by my sister Hestia. She was the only one older than I was, so coincidently she was also the only one in my father's stomach when I was first devoured. Granted, she was only a couple years old, but she had the wisdom and knowledge that we Gods naturally possess and she was able to take care of and raise me. I guess you could say she was my real mother, not Rhea. Even when we had both gotten older she still took care of and watched over me and we were really good friends.
Next to join our little family was Demeter. Boy, she was a brat! I tell you, it's ridiculous all the whining she did when she first joined us. Granted she was still a baby and had just gotten swallowed by her father, but come on! She really just needed to buck up. I bet I didn't cry and whine nearly as much as she did. Let's just say that we never really got along, especially after I married her daughter Persephone.
Posidon came next. Let's just say he wasn't the brightest bulb in the world and leave it at that.
Hera joined in next and completed out little happy family. I liked her for the most part, but all she could talk about was revenge! I mean, I never though about getting revenge on ol' Cronos (okay, maybe once or twice, but not every day like she did). I didn't envy Zeus one bit when he married her.
So, you're probably wondering what we did all day long, trapped in my father. Well, we mostly just talked. Sometimes our mother Rhea was able to convince my father to swallow a book or two and some light so we could read. It was really a boring life.
Also, as you could imagine, things got a little cramped down there. It really wasn't fin. It was fine when it was just me and Hestia, but once everyone else joined the fun I was really sick of it!
So, as you can see my childhood didn't necessarily give me cause to be all happy and nice, but that doesn't mean that I'm all horrible like all those myths say I am. I'm just saying that the occasional losing of my temper is completely understandable with a childhood like that.