Hello. posts may become a bit more frequent now that I have my own little laptop to operate from. ;) Lets begin with a brand new POV I don't think you were expecting.

Cronus:

I sat down for a while, pondering about what had just happened. Two teenagers, who seemed like all seven of my ex foes combined. It was spine shivering and resenting to bring the memories of my greatest failure.

After the past 30 years in this cell, I've come to realize how foolish I was. My powers were great and my abilities reformed, but I lacked the right train of thought. I didn't think my plans through, I tried to defy the unavoidable. The kids were young and strong, but lacked the experiences of life which I should have used to my advantage. I was a madman on a quest for blood and revenge, just the way I was in the first Titan war. I shook the negative thoughts out of my head. These past 30 years have changed me more than the other millenia of my life. I think its the mortality. Even in death, I have learned the value of things I never considered before, and how I abused them and how they led to my downfall.

I don't feel the lust for revenge that I once did. I had come to accept this as my fate and endure the consequences I blindly sentenced myself to. At least until those kids showed up. I remember the day before, when a loud horn blasted and all he guards left. It was unusual to see. What could have been so important that all of tartarus to be emptied. It is a miracle that no one has escaped. Then those two brats came along and stole my scythe. I couldn't see how it could help them with thing had a mind of its own and will obey nobody but me.

There was only one other use for it, and at that moment I knew why they had taken it.

Darkness had reawoken. I felt the blood rush to my head in anger. Darkness. The only god I would rather see with their head on a plate more than my son Zeus. I loathed the day I made that deal. I promised him a far bargain and he didn't suffice. He used the deal to his advantage by trying to take out me with that bloody Theresa. That was why the prophecy didn't break that day for it was not Theresa who defeated me, but my brother. I cared not for the fate of my son and his kingdom any longer, if The Darkness was to die it would be to die at my hands, not theirs. I strayed back into reality, knowing that I needed to escape in order to get the revenge on the right person this time.

Looking around the room, I noticed a lovely hole made by the offspring of Theresa and Jay. There was no mistaking that heritage, but the fact he broke through four feet of solid brick gave him the intimidating strength of that Herry, of whom I recalled killing. That wasn't important. The important part was that it was right next to the door. So close, the hinge ends were visible in the side of the hole. I approached the hole quietly. If I bashed at the hinge for a little while, the door would fall down with a mere push. Picking up one of the loose bricks, I started bashing away at the hinge.

The hinge was made from Olympian steel. It wasn't going down without a fight. I spent hours, using all the energy I had to seperatethe hinge in two. It was beaten and battered, and all the bricks had been exhausted from overuse. All I had left was once chunk of rock. With one last hammer, the inge finally gave way. It gave out a loud bang that would have been heard by guards if they were still here. But they weren't. With a good kick, the door slammed to the ground.

I was free again, and this time, I was ready to do what I had to do.

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