''Don't...don't,'' Gaea sniffled in between her words, tears welling up in her eyes. She let a single tear roll down her cheek. Her throat was constricting as if she was struggling to swallow down a still-beating heart. She looked at her son's eyes, her son who killed his father Ouranos for her, he would have done anything for her and so would she. Cronus tried to fight back but Zeus muscled back and dispatched Cronus using the triam spear...gashing him into a million pieces. Gaea let out a scream, her heart shattering into as many pieces as her son's body had. She remained rooted to her spot as Zeus carried away the remains of her son.
As Zeus dropped his father's remains into the great pit beneath the earth in the oldest of Greek cosmogonies, Tartarus, the infernal region, the deep abyss that was a dungeon of torment and suffering for the wicked and would now be the prison for the Titans a feeling of relief and power filled his body.
Back in Mount. Olympus, every god was ebullient. Happiness and bliss-filled the air, felicity overwhelming them. The celebration weaved the crowd together as the most magnificent of cloths, it was like a levitation they shared, raising them all up to a higher plain of emotional health and it raised the ambient souls of the gods to a broad shared smile. The gods swam through the festival like a school of happy fish, bright in rainbow hues, converting joy into productive onward speed. Candles were launched upon their green-leaf pads to create an echo of the night sky. Food is one of the ways man loves one another, another kind of hug, another way to bring that inner sunshine the same applied to the gods. The vivid colors of food spoke to its freshness and the bold flavors to come as they floated in on platers.
Everyone went silent as Zeus came in. He was a heavily built man with a strong-looking frame, with long curly hair flowing down the rippling muscles on his body, a proud face with nice features, and a Roman nose. But what stood out were his brilliant electrically blue eyes. Hera, Hades, Hestia, Poseidon, Demeter, Prometheus, and Epimetheus stood as Zeus mounted his throne. It was made out of black marble that had small pieces of gold built into it for decoration, there were seven steps leading up to the throne, each one colored with a color of the rainbow. there was also a large blue covering that went over it, symbolizing the rainbow.
Rhea, the mother of the gods and goddess of female fertility, motherhood, and generation, comfort and ease stood when she saw the throne being mounted by who she perceived as the rightful owner. She smiled as the memories of her dead husband flashed before her...how she had to hide her son from Cronus and the reason why, but that was a secret she planned to forever keep hidden. Dear Cronus, she thought as her lips broke into a smirk, you were a liability and like all liabilities, you had to be terminated.
Zeus's eyes met his mothers and even though she did not utter a word he knew what she would say, '' I'm proud of you...my sweet sweet boy,'' he hit his royal scepter on the ground, nodded his head all this while still maintaining eye-contact with his mother, who curtsied in return. From birth, his mother was the only family he knew of, and he loved her more than anything else. There was a fire in him every day that he thought of himself as a child, and even long into adulthood. It was a whole thing, more than metal, more than nostalgia. Those aromas and warmth it brought were so intertwined with memories of his mother's love, those small moments of affection that built the foundation of who he became. Sure Rhea was not perfect, she made mistakes, she forgot things, she lost her cool, and some days she would go a little crazy but it was okay because no one could ever have loved her child the way she did. He was born for one purpose to avenge her and to save her. This was clear to her from the moment she held him in her hands for the first time. There he was so innocent, his big blue eyes looking at her inquiringly. Her heart broke as she knew what was in store for her baby boy. It was at that moment that she knew that she could not let him go through what his siblings had, she then concealed the birth of Zeus in a cave on Mt.Dicte in Crete and gave Cronus a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes, which he swallowed in the belief that it was Zeus. Rhea then gave the infant Zeus to the nymphs Adrasteia and Ida, daughters of Melisseus, to nurse. They fed Zeus on the milk of the goat Amalthea.