Pov:?????
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Darkness. Endless, consuming. The god falls, and with each moment, thought begins to form—disjointed at first, then sharper, stronger.
"Noise. Or silence? No... it is both. It presses against me."
"I am... I am what? A spark in this void? A voice swallowed by the dark?"
"Falling. Always falling. But how can I fall if I was never standing?"
"What is this place? A hollow? A void? It is nothing, yet it pulls me."
"I move, yet I do not. I fall, yet I do not feel the wind."
"What am I? A thought, a form? Or merely the echo of something greater?"
"Was I made for this descent? Or is this descent my making?"
"How long have I been here? How long have I been... me?"
"No light. No end. Yet I sense... something. The memory of warmth, of touch."
The void stirs, giving way to a memory, faint yet unyielding. A face appears: soft, radiant, yet burdened with sorrow.
"You are Poseidon," she whispers, her voice trembling, her hands shaking as they cradle him. "My son. My light."
The scene sharpens. Her tears fall as she turns, stepping forward. Before her looms an immense, towering figure cloaked in shadow and malice.
"So, this is our new son ,Rhea," the voice rumbles, deep and unrelenting, shaking the very air. "The latest seed of my blood, destined to serve me."
The shadow reaches out, vast hands extending toward the trembling mother. She hesitates, clutching Poseidon tightly for a moment longer.
"Forgive me," she whispers, barely audible. Then, she places the infant in the shadow's grasp.
"I am known by many names:Cronos,the King of titans,the lord of Time,but you may call me Father," the figure declares."Remenber this moment,my son,since it defines what you are and will ever be".
Without hesitation, the shadow opens its maw. Darkness consumes all as the memory ends abruptly in silence.
The fall ceases with a soundless impact. He stands, fully formed, in the void's heart. Awareness sharpens into resolve.
"Power is all there is. It is power that devours, power that rules, power that defines."
"I will not be swallowed again. Not by him, not by anyone."
"I will rise. I will be free. I will be beneath no one."
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Poseidon steps forward, the endless void stretching in all directions. No light guides him, yet he walks with purpose, his thoughts lingering on power and freedom. Far ahead, faint figures take shape. Four forms, distant and unclear. As he draws closer, the shadows solidify into humanoid shapes, their presence both familiar and foreign.
Before he can speak, one of the figures steps forward. A woman, short in stature with long black hair cascading over her shoulders. Her golden eyes gleam with understanding, and her figure reminds him of his mother—a faint, comforting warmth in the coldness of the void.
"Do not fear, brother. You are not alone in this darkness."
She smiles faintly, her demeanor gentle but tinged with sadness.
"We are like you—cast into this void by our father's hand. I am Hestia, the firstborn of Cronus and Rhea. And you should be the youngest. The last to fall,until this moment at least."
She pauses, her gaze kind but searching, as if assessing his readiness to understand their shared fate.
From the side, a taller figure steps forward. She has long golden hair and piercing green eyes that seem to see beyond the darkness. Her posture is rigid, as if built from strength and restraint.
"I am Demeter, the second-born. Like Hestia, I have endured this place for what feels like eternity."
Her voice is serene yet edged with steel, her eyes narrowing slightly as she speaks.
The third figure steps forward, a woman with short platinum-colored hair and striking blue eyes that seem almost unnaturally sharp. She holds herself with an air of nobility and pride, her gaze sweeping over Poseidon with a calculated appraisal.
"And I am Hera," she declares, her tone regal and self-assured. "The third and, dare I say, the most beautiful of our father's daughters."
Her gaze remains fixed on Poseidon, curiosity mixed with disdain, her posture exuding confidence.
"It seems I must now share this void with yet another sibling. A god must endure indignities, I suppose."
She stares at her brother's expression,expecting a reaction from her comment,but to her surprise,Poseidon's gaze remains the same,a Stern stare,analysing the newly arrieved figures and unbothered by Hera's behavior.
The last figure, almost as tall as Poseidon himself, steps forward. His deep dark eyes pierce through the void with a sense of calm acceptance. His short black hair is neat but windswept, his face showing signs of both exhaustion and quiet authority.
"And I am Hades, the fourth. Until now, I was the youngest—and the only son. It seems that burden is no longer mine to bear."
He gives a faint, tired smile, glancing at his sisters, clearly weary of their antics.
"Perhaps your arrival will at least give me some peace."
The siblings fall silent, their eyes on Poseidon, waiting for his response.
He stands still, taking in the figures before him. Each one bears a distinct presence—some gentle, some harsh, and some proud. But beneath their faces, he senses something familiar: they are all prisoners here, as he is. With a sharp inhale, he speaks, his voice steady and demanding.
"I am Poseidon. I seek understanding."
He glances at each of them, his eyes narrowing as he asks his question.
"How much do you know about this place? "
Hestia steps forward, her golden eyes filled with quiet sorrow. She speaks with a voice that's soft yet firm, as though this is a truth she's long accepted.
"We are in an abyss, trapped within Cronus. He denies us our freedom—denies us our place as the gods we were meant to be."
Her voice trembles slightly with the weight of her words, but she holds herself steady.
"We are bound by his will, consumed by his power, left to linger in the dark until we break."
Poseidon processes her words, but before he can ask more, he turns to the others for confirmation. He needs answers, something—anything—to guide his next step.
"And... have you discovered anything about a potential escape? Is there a way out of this abyss?"
Hera scoffs, her posture stiff with arrogance as she speaks, a hint of disdain curling her lips.
"Escape? If we had discovered any way out, do you think we'd still be here?"
She sneers, her blue eyes cold and dismissive.
"We have no clue about the outside world. We are forgotten, locked away in this void."
He listens, his gaze cold, but a flicker of determination ignites within him. He says nothing, only nods once, acknowledging the harsh truth of their situation.
Without another word, he turns and begins to walk away, his footsteps silent as he moves deeper into the abyss, the weight of their words settling in his mind.
The others watch him leave, their eyes filled with a mixture of resignation and curiosity.
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