Being the youngest son was something that everyone had different experiences with. Some were cuddled and spoiled as the youngest child of their parents, given everything that they desired. perhaps because their parents had been far harsher with their older children and didn't want to be as strict with their youngest child. or perhaps they were just ignored by their parents, who focused on their elder siblings, leaving the youngest alone to deal with the depression of being alone and loathed by their parents.

The relationships between siblings could be so complicated; sometimes there was love and understanding, other times there was fighting. The bond between siblings could either be something of an unbreakable bond or a broken and forgotten link back to the past . For such petty reasons, I know for a fact that siblings really did love to fight over the petty of reasons because, in both of my lives, I had the experience of fighting with them over the petty reasons.

Anyhow, I bet you that no matter how strange your family life was, it was certainly no stranger than mine. I know that it was a hefty statement, seeing just how stranger some families could be. Why? Because of three simple reasons, one of which is that my parents were, in fact, siblings, not in the sense of being adopted, which itself would still be quite terrible, but in terms of blood and flesh relationships because they shared the same parents. And I know what comes to mind, probably thinking of the famous Hapsburg jaw, and you would be shocked to know, but all of my siblings, myself included, looked quite good without any health problems, and I myself, in my humble opinion, am a very smart and clever fellow, or at least that's what my mother says about me .

I know that sounds both weird and disgusting, and believe me, it is for me as well, but while i know that it might have sounded terrible, I have kind of come to peace with that unfortunate fact, if you are wondering. if I was born in the deep south and into some hillbilly community or family located deep in Appalachia, far from any civilization.

First of all, get yourself out of that bad movie clitch of rural communities. Being this inbred evil man eating cannibalistic communities is very offensive. With that out of the way, I would presume that we were somewhere in what would come to be known as Hellas, or more commonly, Greece, yes, the famous home of the Olympian gods, the center of European civilization, or rather, those things are what this land would become famous for in the future.

And the second part of the weirdness about myself and my family is that we are not humans. I'm not human. Quit literally; I'm not even a mammal. I do look like an adolescent human being, but that's mostly from my own choices and not my own form from my birth. because we are, in fact, something even greater than any normal human could ever hope to be.

Instead, I and my siblings were children of the Primordials, specifically the Primordials of the sky and the earth. If you still didn't get it, then the name of my father is Uranus, the sky, and the name of my mother is Gaia, the earth mother. Yes, the very same Gaia and Uranus, as in Greek mythology. I am the youngest child and the baby of the family, if you will, but don't call me that, or I will show you my fury. Being the titan, a divine being, is an interesting experience without doubt, but we are in some ways similar in our behavior to you humans, especially after I assumed my human form and my siblings followed in assuming their own human forms.

It might sound amazing, and it is, but I'm kind of being roughed up by my elder brothers when i didn't have any domains or authority to rule over cool conceptual things like my brothers. For example, my most beloved brother, Hyperion, has authority over the sun and divine light. or Oceanus, the ruler of all oceans, water, and rivers; if the name didn't clue you in already, he really had a thing for water and things related to it. What are authority and domain , you ask, without doubt eagerly wanting to know about those cool-sounding things?

Both of these things are so complicated that trying to explain them to a human would take too much time for my immortal life, so I will be dumbing down a lot of things for you guys. Simply put, it is the ability to control and be in tune with my siblings, or, in the case of my mother and father, who were the progenitors, to be that specific element or concept. for example My father, Uranus, was the sky and heaven, both in the literal and in the figurative sense of the word. and my mother was the very land and all that was on it.

How much control and rule over domain and authority one had was a product of their degree of divinity. The primordials were the highest of the divinities; they were very much the elements themselves made manifest, thus they were their own domain.

While we, their children, the titans, were secondary divinities, that meant that while we had an inborn connection to the specific elements or concepts and could easily control and use them, we ourselves weren't those elements. Hyperion was not the sun itself but rather its ruler and master, just as Oceanus was of the ocean. That was one of the major differences between the titans and the primordials. We titans were born with certain affinities , which allowed us to acquire power over them with the help of our fates. because, without them, our affinities and the connection would not naturally turn into authority over those elements.

I have also hypothesized that authority and affinity could be taken by force and used, but I hypothesize that such authority and affinity would be less than those that were wielded by the original owner of them.

And of course, the affinities were split into two parts: greater and lesser. The greater part of affinity was something that you held most authority for and control over and were more powerful, while the minor affinity was something that one held less connection over. For example, even now, I feel that I possess the original affinity over time that Kronos held alongside that of agriculture and indeed one of space.

Also, only I called such things affinities, and the modernish slang that I used was simply thought of as some weird quirk of mine by my siblings and parents. Still, even for me, it was far from a solid fact and rather just my attempt to logically look at the world that I now inhabit.