History
No one knew.
No one knew that whenever a new volcano, emerged, or collapsed. That was the rise or fall of a god or goddess. Even with the earthquakes, thaat was their rebirth.
The Pangea was the start of the god, Chronus.
Each tremor following the birth of Chronus laid wake to his children.
And in this story, he didn’t eat them. No, power wasn’t a problem to him. That’s the least of his worries.
He was cursed to repopulate the planet, Earth. And boy, did he enjoy it. Though he wasn’t the only one with a task.
Each region ruler on the mass continent of Pangea, rest in peace, each of their bloodlines had a set duty and for a millennia, each of their roles, though secret to those outside of their respective bloodlines, worked in harmoney.
Until it happened.
And no this isn’t a story of Chronus and the leaders.
This is about how easy it is to forget your duty when you fall in love, regardless of the tale as old as time; the chaos that blooms when gods fall in love.
