Great Wyrm Chronicles: Giganton

Chapter 3: Ataxia

Ataxia was flying over the barren fields his father made the Gods work in, but something was wrong. It was the middle of a blistering hot day, but the Gods and Humanoids should be working now, except not a soul was out on the fields. As Ataxia looked down on the field, he saw one singular Human running across the field, unaware he was above him.

The man seemed to follow a specific direction with no deviation. Ataxia followed the man, curious about where he could be going. Ahead of him, Ataxia saw a gathering of tents, the God's houses. Ataxia saw all the Gods, in all their horrifying and unique forms, marching away from the tents and towards the barren desert land.

Ataxia stopped. He had seen this before. Humans had tried to run away and rebel against Chaos, but they hadn't lasted a day in the wasteland that was Chaoctin. The few that had survived came crawling back to Chaos, begging for forgiveness.

Now the Gods were trying to rebel with them. This time he had a decision to make. He could leave Chaos, showing his loyalty to the Gods. Or he could tell Chaos of their plans, and possibly get on his good side. Informing Chaos seemed like a possible win in the short term, but, in the long term, helping the Gods would benefit him most, showing Chaos that he was worthy of love.

He descended behind the Gods, but in front of the Human. The Human's eyes widened at the sight of the Giganton God of Destruction. He sputtered in disbelief. Ataxia did the shushing sign he'd seen people use when they were talking about contraband and an authoritative figure came into sight. The Gods were clueless to the fact that Chaos' son was hovering behind them.

"Mortals and Gods alike," Ataxia said. The Gods froze in their tracks, fearing to turn around. After a minute of tension, a God turned to face him, drawing a sword, and raising his guard, preparing to defend himself if Ataxia attacked.

"We aren't afraid of you, Ataxia. We will take you down, just as we will Chaos," the God said with shaky legs, clearly fearful, bluffing about his statement.

"It's good that you do not fear me," Ataxia said, hovering in circles around the God. "Because I want to be your ally, it would be no use being afraid of an ally." The word left a bad taste in his mouth, for he hadn't said the word before. The God momentarily lowered his weapon, before quickly pulling it up once more.

"We would never work with a son of Chaos," the God said, looking at Ataxia where his eyes would be behind his chains.

"Chaos has wronged me, not as he wronged you, but he has still wronged me. I want to rebel with you, and I advise you to let me. I would be a valuable asset to your rebellion," Ataxia said to the Gods.

"How so?" asked the God, still maintaining eye contact.

"I am unkillable, just like Chaos and Fury."

"Speaking of Fury, where is he? You're never seen without him." The God asked Ataxia.

"I, let's say, cut him out of my life," Ataxia said to the God. "Not having me on your side would be detrimental to your already low chance of success." The God turned to face the other Gods and began discussing the possibilities with them. After some time of arguing about the possibility of betrayal and spying, they turned to face him.

"We have come to the decision to allow you into our rebellion," the God said.

"Wonderful," Ataxia said. "Where are you going now that you're rebelling?" Ataxia asked the Gods. The God turned and spoke with the other Gods quickly

"We hadn't thought of that yet," the God said, ashamed. Ataxia sighed deeply, covering his chained face with his hand.

"You manage to gather almost every God and Humanoid working out in the blistering sun, convince them to stop working, and you didn't think for one minute to create a base of operations?" Ataxia said to them more condescendingly. "You lot are a lost cause." He turned, ready to change his decision and snitch on the Gods.

"We can make one, we just need your help." Ataxia stopped and thought for a moment about this remark.

"If you can break my chains, I might be able to manipulate the earth to make you a home, for I am the God of Destruction," Ataxia said to the Gods, still facing away from them. With that, the Gods attempted to break his confining chains. At it and at it, they went, unsuccessful each time, until one God stepped up, Po-Tah, the God of weather. The God took a breath, preparing to make an attack.

Po-Tah had four arms with blizzard white skin. His face and torso had been bandaged for as long as anyone could remember, a memento of his battle with Chaos during the first unsuccessful rebellion. The God used their four arms to concentrate a golden light, preparing to send lightning at the chains.

The God then sent a bolt of lightning towards the intersection of the chains, shattering them, unlocking Ataxia's potential. Ataxia, the moment his chains were shattered, felt pure power surge through his blood, as if his heart began to truly pump when the chains broke.

Ataxia rose into the air, power and dread radiating from him. His eyes were black like the night sky, with blood red pupils. The eyes seemed to stab the Gods and the hairs on their necks stood up, as Ataxia breathed slow and steady, his power now unconfined.