Titanwar

In a historic victory, the Olympian gods emerged triumphant in the long-standing war against the Titans. The battle had been raging for years, with both sides determined to emerge as the ultimate victors. The victory of the Olympians, which was announced by Hermes, has been received with mixed feelings. While many are relieved that the war is finally over, the toll it has taken on both sides is not something that can be ignored.

The loss of lives on both sides has been staggering, and the aftermath of the war is expected to be felt for years to come. While the gods have emerged victorious, the loss of Kronos, the former leader of the Titans, is a cause of concern. His whereabouts remain unknown, and many fear that he may still pose a threat to the newly established peace.

The capture of Atlas and the other Titans, however, is a significant achievement for the Olympians. Atlas, who was notorious for his strength and power, has been positioned to carry the sky, a punishment for his role in the war. The other Titans have been sealed and thrown into Tartarus, a place of eternal darkness and torment.

The victory of the Olympians is attributed to the leadership of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, who worked together to bring an end to the war. Their bravery and determination have been applauded by many, and they have emerged as heroes in the eyes of their followers.

However, the cost of victory has been high, and the gods are now faced with the task of rebuilding their world. The aftermath of the war is expected to bring about significant changes, and it remains to be seen how the gods will adapt to the new reality.

In conclusion, the victory of the Olympians in the war against the Titans is a significant moment in Greek mythology. While the gods have emerged victorious, the loss of lives and the toll the war has taken on both sides cannot be ignored. The future is uncertain, but the gods remain determined to build a new world that is free from the chaos of war.

This was news by Hermes, I hope we will talk again.

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I AM AWAKE

As I opened my eyes, a voice in my head roared, "Wake up. You have to fight it. Open your eyes." Startled, I looked around to see where I was. I found myself chained to a rock in the middle of nowhere. The only thing I could see was an endless horizon and a path leading into the unknown.

I felt a sense of panic rising inside me.

How did I get here? What was happening to me?

The memories came flooding back, and I realized with horror that I was Hya, son of Atlas, and I had been sealed by the gods in Tartarus.

My mind was racing with anger and confusion. The gods had always been jealous of my father's power and had been looking for ways to bring him down. They had finally succeeded by sealing me, his son, in Tartarus, a place of eternal darkness and torment.

As I tried to move, the chains around my wrists and ankles rattled, reminding me of my captivity. I felt a surge of power coursing through my veins, and I knew I had to try and break free. With a sudden burst of energy, I released my power, and the chains jumped up, but I realized that I could only use a fraction of my strength.

BUMM. I overloaded my energy and got rid of the chains.

I got up on the rock, trying to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. I knew I had to keep my cool and leave Tartarus. My father had always taught me to be patient and strategic in my actions, and I knew this was the time to put his teachings into practice.

As I stood there, trying to figure out my next move, I saw a path leading away from the rock.

Without wasting any time, I sprinted down the path, determined to leave this wretched place behind.

The journey was grueling, and my body felt weak and powerless. It was a strange feeling for me, a demigod who had always been used to immense strength and power. I realized that I had been reduced to a mere mortal, and the thought enraged me even more.

But I knew I had to keep going. The path was long and winding, and at times, it felt like it would never end. But I pushed on, fueled by my desire for revenge and my determination to escape Tartarus.

As I walked, I could feel my body getting stronger, and my mind becoming clearer. I knew I had a long way to go, but I was ready to face any challenge that came my way.

In conclusion, my journey out of Tartarus was a challenging one, both physically and mentally. It was a humbling experience, but one that taught me the value of patience, perseverance, and strategic thinking. I may have been weakened by the gods, but I was not defeated. I was determined to rise again, stronger and more powerful than ever before.

I walked for a while straight forward. Of course, I also rested. Tartarus is very dark. A flat space, bigger than everything I have seen until now.

When a monster dies in the human world, he spawns in Tartarus. It was like a big cage for animals.

Every step I took I had to be careful because, in this state of mine, it was dangerous to even just fight a Harpyie.

My destination was the River Styx. If I followed it I could get out of there. I followed a clumsy road directed to the east. After a few hours, I stopped. My legs were stiff and my stamina was zero. I fall asleep with my eyes open.

That night, if you can call it night because in Tartarus it's always night, I had a weird dream.

There were 3 masked people on an Altar. No I mean 4 people. The 4th guy was laying on the ground. He was bleeding. It was not a human but a centaur. They were performing a ritual. I tried to go nearer and heard just one word.

„Arise Lord Helios. With the titan's blood."

The picture blurred and I woke up.A strange dream. What could it mean? Maybe a vision from the past.

I had my goal clear before my eyes and ignored the dream.