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Poseidon's mind sharpens as he senses the flow of energy around him. The currents shift. His divinity, the flow of all things, guides him toward the crucial moment. He feels the tension in the air, the pulse of Cronus's impending action.
"It's now. He'll open the prison. I can feel it—the current of his intent. He's about to swallow something,that will be the moment. I must act quickly."
With that understanding, he leads his siblings through a narrow, hidden path, one that links the dark abyss of Cronus's belly to the outside world. Their footsteps are silent, but their hearts are pounding in their chests. Hestia, Demeter, Hera, and Hades follow closely behind, all eyes focused on Poseidon as he leads them toward their only hope.
The moment arrives. Cronus opens his vast, terrifying mouth,with a rock in his hand. He begins to swallow it, his jaws closing as his throat shifts to seal the prision once again. Just as the stone is about to pass into his throat, Netuno's hand shoots out, an unseen force gripping the jaw of the Titan. His power surges through his body, and his divine energy flares.
Cronus freezes, feeling something. He cannot close his mouth. A force, one greater than he expected, holds it open. His eyes widen in confusion and fury as he struggles against the hands holding him back. The children, hidden behind the force of his jaw, watch with bated breath. They are free—but they must now escape.
One by one, the sisters push forward. Hera steps up, her arrogance and nobility giving way to resolve. Demeter follows, her protective instincts sharp as always. Hestia, the eldest, takes the lead with quiet determination. Then, Hades, the last to emerge, steps through as well. They are all free, but Cronus is still fighting, his mouth trembling as he tries to close it.
The battle of strength begins. Cronus's hands reach up to his jaw, trying to force it closed, but Poseidon's power is too strong. The tension crackles in the air as he uses his divinity of flow to enhance his strength, pushing against the Titan's immense force. His hands, once restrained within the prison, now stretch outward, channeling every ounce of his power through the currents of energy within him.
"The flow is mine. I am power. This current is the strength that will break you."Poseidon swears,deep in his mind,since he can't unfocus on his task by speaking outloud
With a mighty heave, he shatters the force holding Cronus's mouth shut. The jaw is wrenched open with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the space. Cronus roars in pain, but it's too late. The children are free.
Rhea, standing at the far side of the cavern, watches the unfolding scene in shock. Her eyes widen as she sees her children escape, but she quickly steadies herself. She is no stranger to the battle ahead. Her gaze turns to the children, her face hardening with resolve.
"Let's Go! Now, while we still can!"
As Cronus falls to the ground, clutching his broken jaw in agony, Rhea moves swiftly, guiding her children out of the chamber. Their steps are urgent, but her calm voice leads them toward safety, even as Cronus's pained roars echo behind them.
The prison, once a dark, suffocating cage, is now nothing more than a memory. The children of Cronus are free. Their fight, however, is far from over.
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About an hour has passed ever since the escape of the young gods.Rhea has guided them through an emergency exit she had previosly prepared,in the case she had to escape from cronus's grasp.
They are now traveling through the skies riding one giant eagle.
As the colossal eagle soars through the skies, its vast wings cutting through clouds, Rhea and her children find a moment of respite. Poseidon remains silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon, lost in contemplation. The others, however, are filled with questions and a yearning to understand their past.
Hestia: Her voice soft, tinged with curiosity. "Are you... our mother? I recall a figure at my birth, and you seem so familiar."
Rhea: Offering a gentle smile. "Yes, Hestia, I am your mother. I have longed for this reunion."
Demeter: Her green eyes narrowing slightly, seeking clarity. "If you are our mother, why were we imprisoned? What led to such a fate?"
Rhea: Sighing deeply, she begins her tale. "To understand, we must start from the beginning—the Theogony. In the earliest times, Gaia, the Earth, and Uranus, the Sky, bore many children, including the Titans. Among them was Cronus, your father and the youngest titan.Uranus was a tyrant and left his sons,the hecatoncheires and the cyclops,imprisoned inside a being called tartarus.Gaia,enraged by this act,crafted a scythe with enough power to deeply wound uranus forever,and gave it to Cronos.
After Cronos took his father's throne,Uranus cursed him to be overthrowned by his child.
Hades: His deep voice resonating with skepticism. "So, to prevent this prophecy, he imprisoned us?"
Rhea: "Yes. Consumed by fear and paranoia, Cronus sought to escape his fate by imprisoning each of you in the abyss upon your birth, hoping to thwart the prophecy."
Hestia: Her golden eyes filled with sorrow. "But why did you not intervene? Why allow him to do this to us?"
Rhea: Her voice heavy with regret. "I tried to protect you in the ways I could. The best i could do was to save your youngest brother by deceiving Cronus with a stone swaddled as a child. My actions were constrained, but my love for you all never wavered."
As Rhea confesses her feelings and explains the situation,each of the gods have their own reactions.Hestia clearly sympathizes with her mother,standing close and trying to console her.Demeter seens wary of the situation,anxiety stamped in her face regarding a harsh path ahead them.Hera is enraged,being moved by her mother's situation and harboring great resentment regarding her imprision in the abyss inside cronus.Hades has a reflexive look,trying his best to understand the situation and not showing any extreme emotion.Poseidon,while has listened the conversation,has his mind focused on something else.
Freed from the abyss, he could now perceive the intricate currents of the wind, the subtle movements of the clouds, and the rhythmic dance of the ocean waves below. His divinity, once suppressed by Cronus, now flowed unimpeded, allowing him to connect with the very essence of movement and change.
He felt the wind's caress, understanding its direction and intent. The clouds whispered secrets of distant lands, their formations telling stories of the world's ever-changing nature. Below, the ocean's currents pulsed with life, each wave a testament to the ceaseless flow that governed all things.
In this moment of liberation, Poseidon embraced his true nature as the god of flows and currents. No longer bound by the constraints of his father's imprisonment, he reveled in the freedom to be who he was destined to be—a deity in harmony with the perpetual motion of the universe.
As he attuned himself to these natural rhythms, visions of power and dominion began to crystallize in his mind. He envisioned himself not merely as a passive observer but as a master of these elements, wielding the currents to shape the world according to his will.
The vast oceans, with their untamed depths and boundless horizons, called to him, offering a realm where his influence could reign supreme. The winds and storms, tools of both destruction and renewal, lay within his grasp, awaiting his command.
Ambition stirred within his heart. He saw himself as a sovereign of the seas, a force to be reckoned with among gods and mortals alike. The thought of commanding such power filled him with a sense of purpose and destiny.
As an island,their destination, drew nearer, Poseidon's resolve solidified. He would claim his dominion over the waters and the winds, asserting his rightful place in the pantheon. The currents of the world were his to command, and with them, he would forge a legacy of strength and authority.