A being forged, sun and moon aligned,
Descends upon the oak, an ancient design,
Eminence indulged, a spoiled soul's reign,
Crimson tide surges, revealing the bane,
Within the fervent brood, veils of deceit,
Illusions of grandeur, a darkened conceit...
At an unknown time, Zeus forced Gaia into an unwilling encounter and slept with her that night. A child was conceived between Zeus and Gaia, and Zeus named the child Kybele. Zeus knew that phanes wouldn't stop him but he was afraid that the other gods might try. The lack of power and control Phanes had over Zeus prevented him from giving Zeus a proper punishment despite knowing what Zeus was doing.
Following Zeus's encounter with Gaia, in a desperate attempt to conceal what he had done, Zeus banished Gaia from Olympus and sent her down to earth. As a result, Gaia retreated to the Skotadi Forest for protection. This was because she was now mortal and would need to use her own life force to use her powers. In order to make sure that nobody knew about his actions, Zeus forced Phanes to kill the child.
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Navigating through the enshrouded realm of the Skotadi Forest, Gaia gracefully wove her way, vigilant not to cause damage to her scarf upon the outstretched limbs of the ancient trees. She gathered potent crystals bestowed by these arboreal giants, harbouring within them a formidable essence. In her foresight, should the divine eyes of the gods befall her clandestine pursuits, she envisioned forging a fabled armament, a bulwark for her preservation. Making her way toward her humble abode, the inaugural edifice erected upon her advent into Skotadi Forest, Gaia progressed with purpose.
Abruptly, the atmosphere shifted, an unforeseen descent demanding her immediate attention. A mysterious presence hurtling earthwards, seizing Gaia's focus in an instant.
She closed her eyes, her palms gently pressing against the Earth's soil, invoking the primal connection. Harnessing the resonance of the land, Gaia sought to discern the origin and nature of the plummeting entity. Through the conduit of an adjacent oak, intimately linked to the heart of this ancient forest, she keenly perceived the thermal signature of a descending object; a youthful entity hurtling from the heights of Olympus..?
Initially confused, she concluded that this child had been expelled from Olympus for a reason unbeknownst to her, just as she had been. Gaia summoned forth a mighty oak, rising tall and strong, its branches reaching out to grasp the descending child suspended in the ethereal heights, cradling the young deity with grace and strength.
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Thanatos gently landed on the oak tree's soft leaves, only to witness an unexpected sight; the tree shrinking before his eyes. Gaia's creation had utilized a significant portion of her powers, causing her to age rapidly and weaken. This took a toll on her body, making the oak tree steadily shrink until it nearly vanished.
The final leaf descended, gently caressing the earth's embrace, and a withered Gaia, her vitality now spent, tenderly gathered Thanatos into her feeble arms. His plaintive cries resonated through the forest, an anguished symphony that touched the fibres of her weary heart. With great care, she cradled him close, seeking solace in their fleeting connection.
Thanatos' injuries stood as a testament to the ordeal, Gaia felt an overwhelming need to examine him more closely. She took a cautious step forward, ready to retreat to her humble wooden refuge. But quickly stopped. Time was of the essence. The wounds needed tending, for she could not bear the thought of him succumbing to loss of blood.
Determined to stanch the bleeding, Gaia gently removed her scarf, tender fabric imbued with memories, and applied it to Thanatos's injury. In this act of compassion, she recalled the third rule, a guiding principle etched into her being. It was then, while attending to Thanatos, that an overwhelming surge of emotions cascaded within her, her cheeks stained with the onset of tears.
"The third law states, no god shall interfere with the process of death."
