Thousands of years ago in a land much different from our own there were gods that ruled everything, from the land we walk upon, to the heavens we gaze upon, all belonged to them. Everything was peaceful under their rule and all who slighted them were crushed with no mercy, all bowed to their sovereignty but alas they soon fell silent to the passages of time. This is the story of the titan who challenged the heavens, and lost.
"come on gramps you've told us this story a thousand times when are you gonna tell us something that actually happened." A crackling fire cast a warm light on the small group, a wizened old man smiled gently at his young nephew "come now mizalus it truly did happen this land is built on the bones of atlas the titan who challenged even the stars above us" he gazed at the group of young boys "they say that he will return one day and reclaim this land from the evils that plague it, so you best believe me" he laughed warmly. The children seemed to doubt him seriously except for one who's eyes shined brightly, "I believe you grandpa! when I get older I'm going to visit all of the titans!" the old man smiled again as he shook his head "now now let me get back to the story dear boy" mizalus groaned in response but listened anyways, after all gramps was the best story teller in the entire village.
Its said that atlas of the earth was a benevolent god who wanted only the best for the lands he walked, he easily dwarfing the tallest mountain's granted the lands with endless bounty as his energy flowed throughout the land. However over time the other titans grew jealous, as atlas walked the land he created servants to keep him company by injecting his energy into the very soil he created humanity out of dirt. The other gods became curious and said they would make their own creations, but atlas cared for nothing but the land he walked Thus the other titans began to create their own servants, Magmos the ruler of liquid fire created the mighty golems and master craft dwarves to harness his blood and create weapons of war. The titan of the deep created the fish folk to keep her dominance over the seas secure and the titan of the skys created the Angel's and demon's to fight for its amusement. but none posed a greater threat to atlas's lands than the gods that were not of this world, they always hungry for chaos constantly fought with the other titans creating monsters and aberrations to plague humanity and the other r-
"gramps when are you going to get to the shattering!" the old man simply exhaled "I was just getting to that mizalus" seamus elbowed his brother and a soft oww followed shortly after. The old man cracked an eye open to see that only his grandchildren were left the other kids having left to their homes in the village. 'nobody appreciates the classics' he grumbled and continued his story.
As the titans noticed the others interfering more and more they began to take action, teaching and arming their servants they were beginning to beat back the tide of darkness that had infested their lands for so long all seemed to be going well, atleast until the others decided enough was enough. Soon the titans began to become beset by the others themselves and catastrophes began to rip the world asunder as eventually the titans began to fall, soon there was only atlas left. they say he fought for a hundred years against the others, mountains forming from the others hes slain, massive rifts in the ground from where his sword scarred the earth, valleys shattered under his mighty powers. But alas he could not win. The old ones say he had almost bested the others but their leader fought atlas head on, saving the lands was his only wish and as the others called the heavens to crush this world underneath its massive weight atlas took the it unto his shoulders. Seeing his chance the others leader stabbed atlas through his heart with his enormous sword , but atlas stood strong and using the last of his powers dealt a mortal blow to the others leader forcing them from this world forever more, however the battle proved to much for the last titan and soon he succumbed to his wounds his bones forever holding the burden of the world.
The old man finished his story the fire little more than embers. He looked at his grandsons fast asleep, humming an old tune he took them in each arm and walked slowly towards the village built underneath a massive skeleton which seemed to be holding a mountain upon its boney shoulders, in its ribs a massive blade broken at the hilt.