Time to go back

Tiamat looked at him, with a bit of saddened look. "Hope you are ready Hades"

Hades looked at Tiamat and then spoke. "Yes now do it"

Tiamat then punc he hades as his soul went through time, as his body moved through the void, as then landed in a body his body, Hades eyes opened as he saw a woman, she has beautiful black hair, fair skin, emerald green eyes, hades hot stopped at he saw the woman, he already know who she is, this is his mother Rhea

Rhea looked at her child. "Your name will be... Hades, as my last child I won't allow you father to eat you like your siblings"

Hades was taken a back as he though in his mind. 'what does she mean, her last child, I was the first child of my siblings and Zues was the last... No the timeline has already changed"

Hades cryed trying to tell when something, bur Rhea just holded him, as she called for eagle it them took the baby hades to a cave as then he was hold by another wonan, she has forest green hair, two deer horns on her head, a white dress with a bit of blue, she was looking like she was purely out of nature, this was Gaea

Gaea looked at young hades. "My last grand child, last child of Rhea and the one to defeat his father... I see your name is hades what a wonderful name, now what are your domain young one let me see"

Hades, still adjusting to the sensation of being in a newborn body, could only observe as Gaea cradled him with gentle care. His thoughts raced, struggling to process the fact that the timeline had already shifted—he was supposed to be the firstborn, not the last. How could everything have changed so drastically?

Gaea, oblivious to his inner turmoil, held him close and closed her eyes, searching for the domains that would define Hades' divine nature. A soft glow enveloped her as she tapped into the powers of nature, the earth, and the void, connecting with the essence of the newborn god in her arms.

"Ah, I see it now," Gaea murmured, her voice warm and filled with ancient knowledge. "You are the god of the Underworld, the ruler of death, and the keeper of souls. But there is more... something darker, something deeper. Chaos, the void itself, flows within you."

Hades felt a surge of energy within him, a confirmation that the powers he had honed during his time in the void had not been lost. Even though he was now a baby in this new timeline, his strength remained. The void, chaos, death—these were his domains, and he would wield them in ways no one could foresee.

Gaea opened her eyes and smiled down at him. "You are destined for greatness, my dear grandchild. Your power will shape the fate of gods and men alike. But you must be patient. The time will come when you will rise and challenge your father."

Hades wanted to respond, to reassure her that he already knew this, that he had come back to rewrite the fate of the gods. But all he could manage was the soft cry of a newborn. Despite his frustration, he was grateful to have Gaea's guidance, even if she didn't fully understand what was happening.

She laid him down gently in a bed of soft moss and whispered, "Rest now, young Hades. The time for action will come soon enough."

As Gaea left him to rest, Hades' thoughts raced. The timeline had changed, and things were already different than he remembered. But one thing was certain—he would have to navigate this new reality carefully. His plan to alter the fate of the gods had already begun, and there was no turning back.

In the quiet of the cave, Hades resolved to make the most of this second chance. He would grow, he would train, and when the time came, he would ensure that history unfolded the way it needed to.

Hades closed his eyes as he went to sleep, as he saw Tiamat, Tiamat looked at as they were in his dream

Tiamat looked at him. "What is wrong hades, why did you connect with me so early, has you father already ate you, do you need help to escape".

Hades felt the familiar warmth of Tiamat's presence envelop him, a stark contrast to the cold reality he had just left behind. The dream realm was a tranquil space, untouched by the chaos of the waking world. It was here he felt free to speak his mind.

"No, Mother," Hades reassured her, his voice echoing softly in the dreamscape. "I'm safe for now. I've been reborn, but something feels off. I am not the firstborn as I once was—I'm the youngest of my siblings now. Rhea is my mother, but that also means my fate is already intertwined with the choices that lie ahead."

Tiamat studied him with her crimson eyes, concern etched on her ethereal face. "You are your own god, Hades. Just because you are the youngest doesn't mean you have to accept a lesser fate. You have the power to change it, to mold your destiny. The gods may see you as a child, but you are far more than that."

Hades sighed, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him even in the dream world. "I know I have power. I've trained for centuries in the void. But I don't want to just run away from my family. If I'm to defeat my father and secure my position as the god of the Underworld, I have to be strategic. I can't let them see me coming."

Tiamat nodded slowly, her expression shifting from concern to pride. "That's the spirit! Use your cunning. Remember, Hades, you are the god of the Underworld and the master of death. You can harness the shadows and the void to your advantage. Let them underestimate you, and use that to create your own path."

Hades felt a flicker of hope igniting within him. Tiamat's words resonated deeply. "What if I can't? What if my fate is already sealed?"

Tiamat stepped closer, the void around them shimmering. "Fate is not a straight path, my child. It is a tapestry woven with choices, and you hold the thread. Make alliances, gain knowledge, and grow strong. You will have your chance. But remember, the power of the void runs through your veins. You can always call on me for guidance. You are never alone."

Feeling a surge of determination, Hades nodded. "You're right. I won't be bound by the past. I'll forge a new destiny for myself and my siblings. But first, I need to understand the dynamics of this new family of mine and how to protect my mother from our father."

"Then take your time," Tiamat encouraged. "Learn and grow. The realm of mortals can be chaotic, but it is filled with opportunities. Your strength will reveal itself in unexpected ways."

As the dream began to fade, Hades felt her presence reassuring him. "Remember, I will always be with you in spirit, guiding you as you traverse this new life. When you need me, just reach out."

Tiamat looked at Hades. "If your the youngest... Does that not mean"

Hades just sigehd. "Yes, Me and Zues have swapped role, I never thought Chaos and Order rest can do something like this.. did they do this on purpose"

Tiamat tilted her head, her snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders as she contemplated Hades' words. "It seems the fabric of fate has been altered in more ways than one. The balance between Chaos and Order is delicate, and their actions can ripple across time. If they intended for you to experience life as the youngest god, it may serve a purpose beyond mere mischief."

Hades clenched his fists, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "But why? Why swap my position with Zeus? He's already the most powerful. I'll be seen as the weak link, the youngest child. It puts me at a disadvantage."

"Disadvantage or opportunity?" Tiamat countered, her voice calm and steady. "You have the chance to learn from the mistakes of your siblings and approach situations with a fresh perspective. You can gather knowledge that they may overlook. Think of this as an advantage in disguise."

Hades sighed, his mind racing. "But I'll have to navigate my father's influence, who's already wary of Rhea's connection with me. I can't let Cronus find out about my true self, or my intentions. He may try to eliminate me before I can even establish my position."

Tiamat stepped closer, her expression softening. "Then be patient. Study your family, understand their motivations. You will need allies if you hope to make a stand against Cronus. The gods are fickle, and their loyalties shift like the tides. Identify who might support you and who might oppose you."

Hades thought of his siblings—Hera, Demeter, and Poseidon. Each held significant power and influence, yet their relationships with Cronus were complex. "I can't trust Zeus. He's always been too ambitious, too eager for power. But if I can get to Demeter and Poseidon first, perhaps I can sway them to my side. They may be more receptive to my ideas than Zeus."

Tiamat smiled, proud of his newfound determination. "That's the spirit! Use your intellect. The bonds of family can be both a strength and a weakness. Manipulate them to your advantage, but be careful not to burn bridges. You may need them later."

"And what about you?" Hades asked, his brow furrowing with concern. "If I'm to navigate this world alone, what will happen to you? I can't let my father find out about our connection."

"I am the primordial force of chaos, and I exist beyond the constraints of your world," Tiamat assured him. "My influence will remain. As long as you call upon me, I will lend you guidance and support. But you must tread carefully. Your journey is yours alone, and the choices you make will shape your destiny."

Hades nodded, determination coursing through him. "I won't let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I'll find a way to make my mark and protect those I care about. I refuse to be seen as weak, not anymore."

Tiamat's smile broadened, a look of fierce pride in her eyes. "Then go forth, my child. Embrace this new identity. You have a long road ahead, but I believe in you. And remember—strength isn't just about power; it's about wisdom and patience as well."

With that, the dream began to fade, and Hades felt the familiar pull of reality drawing him back to the waking world. He took a deep breath, the scent of earth and warmth filling his lungs as he opened his eyes to the sunlight filtering through the cave's entrance.

He had a plan forming in his mind, one that would require cunning and careful manipulation. No longer would he be the forgotten god, lost in the shadows of his powerful siblings. He was Hades, and he would forge his own destiny, one calculated step at a time.

Hades eyes one again, opener as Hades hands move trying to grab something, his eyes moved in the cave then he saw Rhea and Gaea.

Rhea looked at Hades and picked him. "My child, I am so happy I brought you to this world, mother what are his domain again"

Gaea looked at her and spoke. "Dead, Chaos, and The Void"

Rhea was happy before she heard chose. "C-c-c-chaos... But how only the Primordial can have that domain... Void as well".

Hades, in his infant form, stirred slightly in Rhea's arms as he heard the panic in her voice. He knew this reaction would come—it wasn't every day a god was born with the domains of Death, Chaos, and the Void. In fact, those were the very elements that made him both an anomaly and a threat to the established order of the gods.

Rhea cradled him tighter, trying to calm her racing thoughts. "Chaos... and Void? Mother, how is this possible?"

Gaea, her face stern but filled with wisdom, placed a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Hades is not like the others, Rhea. The universe has shifted, and he is destined for a path far different from what we imagined. The very essence of Chaos and the Void flows through him, and it's not something we can control."

"But what if Cronus finds out?" Rhea's voice trembled. "He will not tolerate any child of mine wielding such dangerous power."

Gaea's expression darkened. "That is why we must hide him well. Cronus would see his powers as a threat to his reign. He cannot know of this."

Hades, though still unable to speak, grasped the weight of the situation. He had been born into this world with the power of primordial forces, forces that even the gods feared. It was a dangerous position to be in, and if Cronus discovered his domains, it would mean certain doom.

Rhea glanced down at her son, her fear now mixed with determination. "I will protect him. I won't let Cronus devour him like the others."

Gaea nodded. "You must be careful, Rhea. Hades' future is intertwined with the very fabric of the universe. If he learns to control his domains, he could be the one to bring about change—perhaps even the one to challenge Cronus."

Rhea, though still shaken, squared her shoulders. "Then I'll make sure he survives. I'll take him far from Cronus' sight, and we will prepare him for what's to come."

Hades felt a surge of resolve from his mother. She would protect him, and he would grow into his powers, learning to master the very elements that scared even the gods. He would need to play his cards carefully, and he'd need to stay hidden—at least for now.

As Rhea carried him further into the cave, away from prying eyes, Hades' mind swirled with thoughts of the future. He would bide his time, train in secret, and when the moment was right, he would use the power of Chaos and the Void to reshape the very world around him.

For now, though, he was just a newborn god, cradled in his mother's arms, his true potential yet to be realized.

Rhea then gave back Hades to Gaea. "I must go back to my husband, to his information all his children are in his Stomic for ever"

Gaea looked at Hades. "Yeat my son has no idea, this little one is going to be his down fall"

Rhea smiled as she went back to Olympics, in Olympic seat the title of harvest Cronus, the current king of the gods, he had long hair, the hair seems to glow in many colours it was something else, he had a bit darker skin as he was wearing a greek Robe, he had a beautiful face and just like his son Hades he has no beard on his face, something his othee children in the future will be fond, Cronus then saw his Wife/Sister Rhea coming back, he thought noting of it as he looked at up, he wonder to him self.

Cronus looked up as he saw the sky. "... Eating my own children to keep my power... Was it a right thing to do... Yes yes it was.... Ye- No".

Cronus shifted uneasily in his throne, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The weight of his actions gnawed at him, though he tried to dismiss it. He had devoured his children to protect his rule, to ensure none would rise against him as he had once done to his own father, Uranus. But even now, the guilt lingered like a shadow.

As Rhea entered the grand hall of Olympus, her footsteps echoed off the marble walls. She forced a calm expression, masking the turmoil in her heart. She had deceived her husband, hiding Hades away with Gaea. For now, Cronus believed all of their children rested in his stomach, and that lie was the only thing keeping her youngest son safe.

Cronus glanced at her briefly, his golden eyes sharp but distracted. "Rhea, you return from your duties." He motioned vaguely toward the sky. "The heavens are still as they should be, though the weight of my reign feels... uncertain."

Rhea approached, her voice carefully measured. "The heavens are as they always were, my lord. Your reign is secure."

Cronus frowned, his jaw tightening. "Secure... yes. But I feel it, Rhea. There is something... something wrong. The Fates whisper it in the winds, though I cannot grasp the meaning. Did I make a mistake by devouring them?" He let out a dark laugh, though his eyes lacked mirth. "Perhaps one day, they'll tear their way out."

Rhea's heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her composure. "You are the king, Cronus. You did what you thought was necessary to preserve the order of the cosmos. No one questions your power."

Cronus stood up, his imposing figure casting a long shadow over the throne room. "The Fates, the Furies, they all speak in riddles. But I know—something is coming. I can feel it in my bones. There will be no betrayal, not from within. I have secured my legacy by ensuring my children will never rise against me."

Rhea's pulse quickened, though she nodded in agreement. "You have done what you must, my king. The prophecy can no longer touch you." She was careful not to give away any hint of her deception.

Cronus stared at her for a moment longer before turning away, his gaze returning to the horizon beyond Olympus. "Perhaps you are right," he muttered, though his doubt still lingered. "Perhaps it was all a necessary evil."

As Cronus walked away, Rhea exhaled a silent breath of relief. She had succeeded, for now. Hades was safe, hidden away with Gaea, and one day he would rise to challenge Cronus. The prophecy would come to pass, and the reign of the Titans would crumble.

But for now, she had to continue playing the role of the obedient queen, hiding her knowledge, and waiting for the day when her youngest son would fulfill his destiny.

In a realm far removed from mortal eyes, the three sisters of Fate—Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos—sat in their eternal vigil, weaving the threads of destiny. The air around them shimmered with the glimmering threads of life, fate, and time. Each sister had her task: Clotho spun the threads of life, Lachesis measured them, and Atropos, the eldest, severed them at the appointed moment.

Clotho, the youngest with vibrant yellow hair, hummed softly as she spun another golden thread into the loom. Lachesis, her purple hair framing her serene face, gently measured out the lengths with a precise hand. But it was Atropos, the eldest with deep green hair, whose eyes flickered with sudden confusion as she held the shears that decided the end of life.

Suddenly, the tapestry shifted. The cosmic threads quivered unnaturally, and an eerie hum filled the air. Atropos's sharp eyes narrowed as she looked closer at the fabric of time itself, and there, she saw the anomaly—a thread that should have ended long ago, twisted and warped, as if someone had tampered with fate itself.

Clotho, noticing her sister's tense expression, stopped spinning. "What is it, Atropos?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Atropos stared at the threads, her fingers trembling slightly. "Something has changed," she muttered. "Cronus's fate... it has shifted." Her voice carried a rare hint of unease.

Lachesis leaned over, studying the threads with her sister. Her eyes widened as well. "This is not how it was meant to unfold. The prophecy foretold that Cronus would be overthrown by his children... but now..." She trailed off, confusion taking hold.

Atropos's grip tightened on the shears as she examined the altered thread. It was as if a force far greater than the Fates themselves had meddled with the very fabric of destiny. The once clear path of the Titans' downfall was now muddled, chaotic. "Someone or something has interfered," she said, her voice darkening.

Clotho, ever the optimistic, frowned. "Could it be Chaos or Order themselves? They rarely intervene so directly."

Lachesis nodded slowly. "Perhaps. But this is no mere disturbance. This feels deliberate. A life has been altered, time unraveled, and it's centered around Cronus... and his children."

Atropos set down her shears and looked at her sisters. "Hades," she whispered. "It's Hades. His thread... it's not the same. It was supposed to be woven first, the eldest of Rhea's children. But now he is the youngest. This changes everything."

The three sisters exchanged glances, their once certain understanding of fate now clouded. Atropos's eyes blazed with determination. "If the Fates themselves are being challenged, then the future is no longer certain. We must watch closely... for this could mean the rise of something even greater than the Titans."

Clotho resumed spinning, her usual cheer replaced with quiet dread. "If Hades's destiny has changed, then so has the world's. The gods... none of them are prepared for what comes next."

Atropos nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed on the tangled threads. "Indeed. The tapestry of fate is unraveling, and not even we can predict what will happen now."

To be continued