"Now that everyone has gathered here, barring the titans, I'd like to discuss the current state of this battle."

If I remembered correctly, the Titanomachy spanned for about 10 years.

I know that I did say that if I had become some sort of war goddess, it wouldn't be bad at all, but that was then, this is now. And the me of now was quite terrible disinterested in being involved in such a scuffle. I wasn't even originally in the myths so my contributions could be said to as useful as running away. Besides, if we could arrange some sort of agreement, I wouldn't mind being ruled by our titan overlords if they let me do whatever I wished.

If anything, being the rulers would mean more responsibility and I'm quite content, floundering about, thank you very much.

This war has gone on for awhile and disregarding that, knowing that it'd be over and the gods would be the victor was quite a way to kill the suspense. And seeing that we're all immortals, the Titanomachy era was just a waiting game fueled by a sense of pride.

One upside to being a powerful being though was, well, being powerful. For now though, it seems that since none of the gods were actually in power, none of us had actual domains to particularly excel in, despite the fact some attributes did show. Precisely why we were floundering about like a pack of sardines against the titans, but we did have some common powers that were readily available to us just on principle of being a god. What a bargain!

The fact we could change forms and could easily teleport around prolonged the battle for quite a bit and made it annoying for the titans to catch us, like a bunch of pesky cockroaches, but things weren't quite looking that peachy for us. That was the only thing preventing us from having giant feet around, stomping around like this is sort of dance dance revolution game, with the gods, of course, being the arrow key.

As of now though, the current situation was preferable to being in the stomach of Kronus. As soon as we exited the stomach, we had instantly ran away without looking back.

The first impression Zeus had of me was me being completely sopping wet with vomit and kissing the ground as if my life depended on it.

It took quite awhile to get him to not glance at me with raised brows of questioning, but my efforts truly did not betray me as my siblings clamored in my defense, spouting out tales of how I predicted his arrival and how they did not "doubt him" for a second- which they totally did.

All of the pay off eventually cumulated to being sat on a meeting council and having all eyes looking towards me, as if expecting me to answer all of their questions. I suppose acting all cocky was just asking for it.

"What do you propose, Ophelia?" Zeus questioned as he clasped his fingers with the most gravest expression and this seriousness was not quite how I imagined the womanizer God to show. He certainly looked like a regal God and if I weren't strapped with all the knowledge of his promiscuousness, I'd actually feel I was in the presence of a holier than thou being. Perhaps though, that was simply my immense relief at simply being inside Kronus for so long. Any longer and I wouldn't genuinely started to try carving my way out from his insides.

Zeus had heard of the tales of my foresight from my siblings and it felt awkward to be revealed of my scams. I had whole-heartedly decided to drop the act as soon as we exited dear father's stomach, due to the fact it was just a fleeting entertainment tool for me while inside the stomach, but now, everyone expects me to keep up this whole façade up. That was all fine and dandy, but the instant the myths dried up, I was screwed.

Some might not even be accurate because of the many interpretations of the same myths. Not to mention, I didn't have some sort of superhuman memory. You'd think by becoming a God, I'd gain some inhuman memory or something.

What if they relied on my foresight for things that had actual consequence? What can I say, that my eyes were blurry that day?

Not to mention, it was too awkward to suddenly go "Sorry guys! No gift of foresight here! Wait for Apollo to be born and we'll discuss!"

However, no such Gods were born and instead, I was the poster child of prophecy.

Everyone's eyes were on me, all searching for the answers, and even Hestia who looked at me with encouraging eyes also had somewhat of anticipation towards her.

Really, I think, clutching back tears. I'm definitely going to retire the instant Zeus and Leto absolutely go at it.

I clear my throat and instantly, all bodies snap to attention. Well, assuming the role of some sort of oracle isn't a bad position to hold because that had gotten everyone's respect far easily. Demeter who was more closed off at me compared to everyone else had instantly relaxed her guard after we were vomited out and I had gotten my first small pat on the shoulder from her after we had escaped their clutches.

"I've seen it," I said instead, in a mock enigmatic matter as if I truly held the answer to the universe. "I feel that we should free our father's brothers. They might provide us useful aid for the battle." I closed my eyes in a grave manner.

The idea wasn't completely far-fetched, it was done in the actual myths. Zeus had freed the Hecatonchires and the Cyclopes, both Uranus' sons, and it was due to their strength that the gods had won.

"His brothers?"

I nodded in response.

"Most curious," Zeus says with his eyes closing.

Poseidon glances at Zeus, noting his lack of agreement or refusal. "Do you suppose they'll side with us after they've been freed?"

"Surely, brothers and sisters," Demeter says with a look, her lips distorting as she bit into them, "They'll side with their flesh."

"Are we not their flesh as well?" Hera offers with a small smile, as she was always one to have the most human outlook on the concept of family. Seriously, everyone else in this universe just kept swallowing and killing each other for their own power, it made sense for Hera to the designated family goddess. On second thought though, she was probably the most extreme of all gods when it came into meddling and ruining mortals because of her extremely strong idea of what a nuclear family was.

"Barely," Hades chimes in with a wave of his hands and a scoff.

Sighing, Demeter rapped on the table with her knuckles. "If we were to free them and they were to side with the Titans, we'd be completely done for."

"Out of the many futures, this future is most successful," I interrupted with closed eyes and the clasp of my fingers.

More like this was the only future I knew. I decided to go back to going off in an tangent in my head after having said my piece. Having a whole group of gods and goddesses was essentially having a group of the most bull-headed people around and asking them to find an agreement.

Only Hestia had merely observed, only offering her own voice when it was getting too heated and she had regulated everyone's raging emotions. Really, having at least one goddess who was an actual saint was the only thing preventing me from running away and holing myself into a cave until civilization had advanced enough for me to laze about in the comforts of technology.

After my words, they broke into a series of talks, arguing and I could barely hear myself think. It was only when a single voice spoke that the others finally quietened down.

"Is this truly our only choice?" Zeus spoke and it was a simple question, yet it commanded the others to pipe down. Truly, merely reading about him didn't compare.

"I feel... it is..." I said with a pounding heart and sweaty palms.

"Then we shall trust you," Zeus finally decided upon.

Everyone's expression shifted at my words and the gods not knowing that they would throw their lives for anyone who had freed them without prejudice certainly explained why they hadn't done so yet. I wondered if I had sped up the Titanomachy far too early with my words and in turn, that would mean every myth as I've come to know of would completely change in some crazy butterfly effect.

I thought about it and perhaps my meddling might even cause us to lose this war and we'd be forced into Tartarus for eternal torture instead of the titans.

Holding a breath, I decided to quickly amend it so I wouldn't be in a position to be subject to so much expectations when I didn't one to screw history up so badly.

"Sisters. Brothers," I started, once again clearing my throat.

Everyone glanced at me instantly. The perks of pretending to be the oracle, everyone snapped attention towards you, expecting you to spout the war-winning prophecy.

"I'm sorry to be the bearer of horrible news, but I feel myself grow weary from searching far too much into the future. I feel that I would no longer get answers," I said with mock disappointment, my features scrunching upwards in sadness. Well, I didn't know much about the Titanomachy to give another war-winning prophecy anyways.

It wasn't something I was particularly interested in and at most, the events were just footnotes that you'd read in a book to explain the backstory of a more interesting myth.

"Well, I suppose relying too much on your foresight is foolhardy," Poseidon comments with an understanding nod. Second to Hestia, he was always the one who was the most understanding whenever I mocked being in pain.

"Yes, Ophelia. You must tire," Hestia said with a small, reassuring smile and I almost felt bad for cheating her.

"Perhaps, I need to slumber," I responded with a smile myself, attempting to seem tired. "I feel my powers have greatly weakened in my efforts in trying to see the future."

The Gods weren't quite fighters as they were manipulators and my helpfulness quite literally extended only towards the prophecies that I was able to dole out.

Who knew if me fighting in the war directly would suddenly shift the whole setting, not when I decided to be careful. Besides, it was unsure if I would make it out fine in this war. I wasn't even in the original, while the others were all in it and there were records where they came out just fine that were not there for me. The most efficient option was to claim to be in a slumber so my presence didn't change anything and we didn't completely lose the war in some sort of way after my presence changed something.


The final battle was marked to start while I was slumbering. I slumbered easily and often, something that my siblings attributed to my oracle abilities tiring me down.

Slumber was something I was very prone to. It was certainly more bearable to endure immortality when I slept most of it away and was lucid in more stomachable amount of times. Perhaps being consumed by a mortal outlook made me more susceptible to easily falling prey to mostly mortal past times, but sometimes, I could go for entire days simply in slumber.

Due to that, parts of the war went lost on me. I was there to experience the feats of my fellow siblings, especially Hades who had become particularly bloodthirsty and fierce as the war went on, a complete shift from the unsureness of the Gods when we first was thrust into war. But as much as I stayed awake, most of the days passed on, with me indulging in sleep.

I forced myself upwards from my resting place, which was ominously built like a coffin, and swatted the draping around me. When I first had laid down, I had been too awkward to ask for a blanket so I simply closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself like a vampire, but when I woke up, there was a shimmering blanket on me, as if it contained the stars.

It was definitely from Hestia, I figured instantly. I didn't even have to think about it to know who placed it on me. Demeter liked me the least from all my siblings, I was too awkward with Zeus because his excessive godhoodness sort of made me confused, Hera was possible but she was nice on a whim, and both Poseidon and Hades felt as if they didn't have the extra care to think about such things like blankets.

How strange to be calling such godly figures casually. Well, they were my siblings now. A vain part of me wondered if I would be in the myths as well. Perhaps a simple passing name because I wasn't planning on doing much. I wasn't planning on going around and picking fights with every satyr or nymph I laid my eyes upon.

Stretching my limbs and lumbering up, I decided to go look around. I was shoeless so my foot made a slight pitter patter on the floor as I walked around. The place we currently stayed on was close to the ground, completely away from the skies like where Olympus would reside, almost like a crude stone age. I suppose being in the air, high up in the mountains, was like putting a huge red arrow sign towards ourselves.

Currently, no one resided in our little hideout, so I wandered around, trying to make sense of how much time had passed and what new happenings had occurred during my slumber.

There was some ambrosia and nectar on the table, given by the few titans on our side. Metis, the Titaness that had been with Zeus and would soon be the "mother" of Athena, came by occasionally to bring some pleasures of the Titans to us. I had merely heard of her from Zeus and my knowledge of her from the myths but I never properly had managed to peek a glance at her.

Poor you, I thought, as I placed my hand on the yellow liquid that shimmered like gold. Zeus' rendevouz number one.

Nectar tasted quite good, but in a way I was unable to properly place my finger on. I grasped at the jug handle and as soon as I placed it against my lips, I almost dropped the jug instantly when I heard a snap of thunder.

Thunder, I realized with peaked interest. This was a new addition. With a small sip, I decided to head outside to properly look for them. You could usually tell if a fight had occurred if there was a huge Titan thrashing about, trying to swat at the Gods like flies.

The instant I took a step outside, I could vaguely be clued in on what was currently happening.

Rocks were raining from the skies and far back, occasionally, a jolt of thunder from normally clear skies that looked completely out of place.

After they had freed the Hecatonchires and the Cyclopes, weapons had been made and the experience of fighting had finally sunk its way to put us on equal footing.

I pulled myself back inwards and sat on the makeshift seats made out of clay. Hestia had crafted it easily when we made our way into this hideout initially. Godly power was quite innate, even I was shocked by how easily it came to me.

I thought I'd have the typical reincarnator troubles, where my mind so tailored to the 21st century would be unable to properly deal with the powers of the new world, but those were the perks of being a God. The passing of time that were so copious to me had been the one to finally clue me in on just how non-human I had became.

Another lighting spilled from the skies, one far closer to our home than the others, and excitedly, I thought that the war surely was coming to the end. Had it been quite 10 years, who knew?

Perhaps this would be the final battle. I took a deep breath and steeled myself.


Ichor was the blood of immortals, it was more translucent than gold, but it had the shimmer of one.

The first time I bled, that was when the realization of the fact that I wasn't human truly hit me and for a moment, I could not help but stare at my own blood with a sense of awe, as if watching something that seemed to be impossible, much less something that happened to me.

That was, of course, a stupid thing to do because I had bled ichor in the first place because I was out in the battlefield. Really, I hadn't truly wanted to get involved with the war in such a straight-forward way, but there was no helping it when we still were in our clumsy phases. The less adept Gods against the experienced titans who had seized control of the world for years before our very existence. It was obvious who was going to be crushing it, so I decided to contribute until the weapons the Gods had been given during the battle had been completely made.

I was not the most skilled at battle, so this time, I had taken an injury straight into my gut and had been bleeding profusely.

Today just isn't my day, I thought with a sigh as I forced myself upwards from the ground. While my innards were escaping me, I had to get away before any titan saw a crumpled up figure of me as an easy mark.

I cry injustice though. Especially when I saw Zeus in the distance reign hell with his Master Bolt. Those damned cyclops only made three weapons for the main three brothers, couldn't they break the myths to fashion me at least something useful. The rest of us had to just deal it the old fashion way. I managed to fashion a make-shift staff. Long enough that I wouldn't be too close to the opponent in a battle. I even carved a little smiley face on it as good luck.

It had gotten knocked out of my hands in the midst of battle as a flailing hand had struck me down and I had no means of fighting back. None of us feared death as it simply wasn't possible, but thinking about eternal damnation and torture if we lost was good enough motivation for me to do anything.

Grunting, I placed a hand over my abdomen at the pain.

Just get to a shadow, I told myself, crawling. As long as I did, no matter what, Hades would be able to scoop me up and save me from any actual harm. I gritted my teeth and dug my fingers in the ground, forcing myself closer and closer.

In my attempt, I felt a rumble in the ground and then after a moment, a shock so heavy, it felt like my brain had left my skull. One of the titans had fallen and it had shook the ground so terribly that it almost seemed like Poseidon's earthquakes.

Oh dear lord. Even taking them out was going to cause trouble for us.


Lighting and rain practically flooding the place, it hardly felt like a victory, if anything, it felt like the destruction of the world. Seeing the collapsed titans over towering us with their unconscious body alone almost left me in disbelief of our victory.

However, covered in the ichor of the titans, with the smiling of victory, it certainly did feel like we had just won the world.

Even I, who had claimed to be detached from it all, felt a sense of astonishment at just being in this moment.

"We've won," Hera had said with a glint in her eyes. For a second, it seemed like madness to me.


The punishment of the Titans had been done on Olympus.

Every one of my siblings stood in front of them, looking all regal and like they all had practiced beforehand, and I scrambled to match their pace. Seriously, did they do a rehearsal without me, I wondered with a panic as I straightened my back.

None of the Titans properly paid attention to me though. They were shackled down and if the look on their face wasn't anger or pure hatred, it was indifference. Atlas, a particularly fierce Titan, had dished out a scathing remark and surely, one should know how petty the Gods can get.

The punishments had been decided on before hand. Originally, all of them were supposed to Tartarus, but the grudges the Gods get can definitely get in the way.

Atlas was the commander of the Titans when it came to the war and so most of the Gods here has had particularly nasty run-ins. Once, when I had been on my way to meet with Themis and her son, Prometheus, to inform them of the next meeting, it had been Atlas that had chased me to the ends of the earth until I managed to slip away by dunking myself into the sea. The additional insult certainly didn't help and so, as expected, he had been forced to hold up the sky.

Despite the fact I almost had been squashed by him, I did feel some sort of sympathy at the flickering brief emotion in his eyes when informed of such a punishment. I almost expected the somber mood to stay, even after they had been banished to their respective duties and locations, but the Gods surely had some sort of invincible mental barrier because celebrations had been in order afterwards without a hitch.

"Enjoy yourselves," Zeus had proclaimed to everyone, as if a bunch of Titans currently weren't burning in eternal damnation.

Certainly, barring the punishments, we managed to get an abundance of spoils from them.

The spoils of war was many things. We had gotten a lot of the lands that the Titans claimed and of it all, the most exciting part was getting control of creation. Everyone took domains as a free for all, and most domains was bestowed by innate nature, but for the main three domains that dominated the earth, they decided to draw lots. My sisters completely passed on drawing them because they simply weren't interested and so, as expected, that left my three brothers.

I already knew how it was going to pan out, so I wasn't too keen on keeping up with it, as I had my own domains to claim.

For me, I had so much choices since technically we were the first Gods and almost anything was fair game, but I tried to go with the one that no major important god had gotten. I almost didn't want to pick one in fear of stepping on some other God's toes, but I figured it was past the uncertain period for the Gods and what I chose wouldn't completely screw us over.

Rebirth and reincarnation. Well, rebirth was something that Adonis had domain over, but he wasn't a major player in any of the huge myths so I decided that a little stealing was fine, especially since I was quite literally the epitome of it. Death and life had came to me within the same breath and here I was currently, casually claiming godhood. Can't beat that, can you, Adonis?

Claiming a domain was not as grand as I thought it'd be.

I suppose for the first batch of Gods, it was less of a ceremony as it was more of a insight thing. You had to think about the domain and try to connect with it, sort of visualize it. If it was completely out of your power, and nature then you wouldn't quite get that insight, as technically, they were duties to uphold. The instant I had claimed it and had it bestowed upon me, I felt a surge of something. I didn't know what but it felt like I maxed out some stats in a video game.

Well, in due time, I'll figure out this godhood business. I had centuries to do so, after all.

After the battle, our base had been relocated and it was a complete 180 from the dingy caves to the mountains. Olympus, Zeus had proclaimed, and it felt strange to be part of such a huge part of history.

So here we were, the batch of siblings that had been in the most dampest of places and the most dingiest of places, now residing in somewhere so high up and above everyone. A banquet had been in order and the only non-Gods were the titans on our side that had been spared.

"Have you decided on your domains, Ophelia?" Hestia questioned as she placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Yes," I answered with a nod. "Have you as well?"

Hestia nodded in response with a smile.

"Hearth and home," I lightly mumbled, not with just my memory, but the fact that I can kind of feel her newly founded domains radiate off her. Based purely on memory though, I vaguely remembered that she was the goddess of more domains. "Won't you take more domains?"

"I feel that this is quite fitting for who I am," Hestia said, thoughtfully as if thinking over her options. "And I feel yours is quite fitting for you as well."

That made me slightly muse. Did she mean it to be polite or did she feel my reincarnation somewhat? I wouldn't put it past for the Gods of all creatures to notice my reincarnation. "Really?"

She detached the hand on my shoulder. " Of course. Ophelia, Goddess of rebirth, reincarnation, and prophecy," Hestia commented.

"Prophecy?" I repeated with a surprise at the new addition, blinking in confusion.

"Some domains are innate to us. I feel prophecy is very fitting to you," Hestia offers.

Awkwardly, I shook my head. "Well, I feel that it might be a bit too... um..."

The whole domain business was still quite tricky and out of my understanding because suddenly, I felt that same warmth of something cut in, interrupting my words, and for a second, I stood there with a vague realization.

Did I just steal a domain from one of the Olympian gods? Without having even claimed it myself?

It was dangerous being a first god, when so much domains were at your disposal, I thought with a sweat.

I thought about it some more before I felt it was too complicated for me to worry about now, when he wasn't even born. Forget it, I'll just give it to him when Apollo pops out of the womb. Or perhaps he'll take it from me, after slaying the serpent Python. In the end, I deduced that it was not my problem to worry about. I wouldn't be changing most of the myths, no matter how sad or pitiful they may seem, due to the fact that I simply didn't want to impact things too much. I save a mortal or two and boom, suddenly a whole subspecies of an animal doesn't exist. Yeah, no thanks.

After deciding to no longer think of such matters, I decided to simply enjoy myself in the party. It was certainly light-hearted, but it didn't feel quite like a banquet, just a meeting with copious amounts of food. None of the Gods who were quite boisterous was born yet and most of my siblings were the reserved type so it truly felt like a dinner party.

The most rowdiest of the entire group was Zeus, who had gotten around to bolting out into rambunctous laughter now and then. As soon as the war was over, it seemed he shed some of his regalness that I had almost tricked myself into believing existed. The slow descent of my brother, I thought with a sigh.

"Brother Hades," I said as I tore my eyes off Zeus, to the man who was the only one sitting on the table in front of me. "Will you not pick a domain other than what you draw?"

"We agreed that these responsibilities are foremost and if we were to engage in drawing lots, we should dedicate our entire godhood to it," Hades merely responds. "By extension, other domains encompass within these realms."

"What would you prefer?" I excitedly asked. It was like getting the inside scoop to events that seemed completely far removed from you.

Hades thoughtfully glanced at me. "I have relinquished my right as eldest-born successor because I don't quite fret over the domains."

"Oh come on, don't be a bore," I said at such a perfunctory response with a face, letting my polite manner of talking, that I had taken up to fit in with the others, slip. "You know, you were the fiercest in battle, brother. You could definitely pick based on contribution alone."

Hades offers a small smile in his cup. "Don't be an instigator, Ophelia."

Scrunching up my features, I looked away at his words. Fine, keep your opinions to yourself, I thought.

As I turned my head, off in the distance in the corner of my eye, I can see Zeus and Hera talking, discussing things in whispers. Well, that was the start of half the myths, I thought with a sardonic sigh. It was all downhill from here.

"Brothers, I've procured the lots," Demeter says, interrupting the chatter with her sleek black box in her hand. She was dressed in a peploi, finally out of the rags that we used to wear previously, and her hair that was usually kept down was finally pulled up in a hair band. Being the victors of war led to such luxuries.

Finally, it was starting, I thought, my interest peaked. I leaned against my chair and with wide eyes, glanced at my brothers who all looked at each other.

"Say, Ophelia, do you know the outcome?" Poseidon, drawing closer to me, questions.

"Well, that would take away from the fun of drawing lots!" I said gleefully.


A/N: this was bit of a speedrun, didn't want to linger too long on the pre-olympus phase! was considering to actually detail the events but man im just simply not interested in war lol