The Half-Titan

Bonesborough

~Chapter Two - Bonesborough~

I sat sulking, hyperventilating, attempting to breathe and relax. I had one change to show Mother my true worth. But she was always right. I was never a true Titan. I was an outcast who deserved to be alone. Fear and hopelessness flooded my being.

I had to stop crying. I needed to at least attempt to be optimistic. Slowly, I made my way up from the floor. My legs felt like jelly, I guess that's what happens after not using them for millions of years. I returned to my sibling's hatched egg to examine it. The shell itself was dry, but intact. A few pieces scattered, but nowhere near decomposition.

I had no idea what I was looking for when examining the egg, but I knew it had to take several years for one to fully decompose. My hopelessness disappeared and I had hope that my sibling was still alive. . .somewhere. I decided to leave our my safe space and make my way north, back to where I saw my family fall.

I was nervous to go back, but I had to. A Titan's death meant life to every mortal being, meaning my family could have potentially evolve into a civilization.

I found myself in what was once a grand hall. The floor was littered with rocks and the walls were covered in drawings, my own recording of history. I look one final look from the inside before flying out of the castle and above the trees; however, nature had grown so thick that I could not go past the multitude of branches and leaves.

I followed a path in the woods until I was able to find a clear opening. I had built the castle on an island, far away from danger and out of sight due to the mist surrounding it. When I first arrived here, all those years ago, the island had little vegetation. I am now glad to see the difference, but sad to know it had been centuries.

After one last look over the island and my castle, I turned back to the sea and left the island. I grew four times in size, I never developed many Titan-like traits, but I was able to gain the ability to grow and shrink my proportions. Obviously, this power had limits to how big or how small I could grow, but it was a useful asset.

Flying with the mist, I was reminded of a game I used to play. My old friend had conjured it to make the game of Hide and Seek more intense. His laugh rang in my ear as if he were beside me. I shuddered at what I did to him, to us, and what our families did to each other.

I groaned before soaring up above the clouds. My stress decreased; my head became easier to hold up. The sight was always able to calm me down, even when haunted by memories.

Eventually the mist cleared, and a large figure came closer into view. It looked familiar. An uneasy feeling started in my stomach. What if I don't like what I come across? What if things are too different? What if I'm heading straight towards a trap? I grew more anxious with every flap of my wings and every breath through my nose. The wind blowing in my face became more noticeable, it became colder the farther I went.

Eventually, the large figure came into focus. It was a Titan, a dead one that is. Memories of that day came running back into my mind again. As I flew above the dead Titan, I noticed a town formed in the rib cages. I was glad I wasn't completely alone, and civilization was right before my eyes. The closer I got to the Titan, the more I recognized him. The Titan my mother remarried. I decided to fly into the city, shrinking down to a witch's five-foot nine height.

I eyeballed my landing to just outside of the town, "Bonesborough." Strange name in my opinion.

I walked into town and tried to keep a low profile. I feared someone would recognize me as part Titan and seek my wings. To Titan Trappers, wings were the most valuable in my time. Having a Titan's wings was like gold.