Chapter 1 The first Creations of the World
Long, long before the golden temples of Mount Olympus ever pierced the clouds, before the twelve main Greek gods ruled from on high, the universe was entirely silent. Before Aphrodite emerged from the sea foam with her stunning, heartbreaking beauty, and before Zeus struck the mortal realm with his spear of lightning—striking fear and admiration into the hearts of men—the cosmos was nothing more than an unwritten page.
In the beginning, there was only Chaos.
It was an infinite, pitch-black abyss, confusing and wildly unpredictable. There were no stars, no ground, and no comforting gravity, just a dangerous, swirling void of pure potential.
Then, the universe began to take shape, and from the womb of Chaos, the first divine deities were born. They were not creatures of flesh and bone, but the very physical elements of reality itself.
There was Gaia, the boundless Earth and the mother of all life; Tartarus, the dark, suffocating abyss yawning underneath the world’s deepest roots; Eros, the intoxicating force of love and attraction; Nyx, the goddess of the dark, stormy night; and Erebus, the personification of deep darkness.
Seeking a companion to match her vast majesty, Gaia reached into her own essence and brought forth Ouranos, the starry sky. He was her equal, a magnificent dome designed to wrap around her completely, and when they coupled, their initial passion formed the very first dynasty of ruling gods: the Titans. These twelve towering beings were destined to shape the history of Greek mythology....
But peace is a fragile thing in a universe newly born, and that peace never lasted long. Gaia didn’t just create the elegant Titans. The wild, untamed magic of the early cosmos still surged within her, and her subsequent pregnancies brought forth a different kind of life--
From her fertile depths emerged creatures of nightmare and raw majesty: the scary, horrifying, one-eyed Cyclopes, and the Hecatoncheires, who were giant creatures with one hundred powerful arms and fifty roaring heads. These children were almighty, inheriting the foundational strength of the Earth and the vast authority of the Sky.
Yet, their raw power never gained them the love of their father. Ouranos felt himself panic whenever he looked at them--He was deeply paranoid, a god constantly looking over his shoulder, forever suspicious and fearful that something bad would happen to threaten his rule.
So, he did the unthinkable. Using his own hands, he pushed his own kids into their mother's womb--so they'll never be seen again, and they won't affect my rule any longer, he thought gleefully.
But the tyrant of the sky was catastrophically wrong. Pushing the kids back into the deepest depths of the earth had devastating consequences. Gaia terribly missed her kids, her maternal instinct crying out for the babies stolen from her arms.
Worse, the children were alive, frightened, and desperate to escape, and their constant yelling and frantic kicking didn’t help at all, causing the Earth goddess a lot of physical pain.
To Gaia, their muffled screams felt like a sharp blade repeatedly piercing her vital core, paining her deeply. She often cried out in agony, her tears forming the world’s first raging rivers, and she couldn’t understand how the god she had once loved so deeply, the beautiful Sky she had created the world with, could cause her so much unendurable trauma. Slowly, the confusion transformed into something far more dangerous, and a flaming fire of revenge and hatred grew in the caring earth goddess’s heart, darker and surer with every passing heartbeat.
Looking up through her tears at the glittering, unsuspecting stars above, Gaia made a solemn vow that shook the foundations of reality.
Ouranos, she whispered into the silent night, her voice rumbling through the stone, you won’t get away with this.
