In the beginning, there was nothing. This nothingness had a name: Void. From Void, Chaos and Order emerged. These three were the first of the Protogenoi. Void was the Protogenos of space, the beginning, and the end. Chaos was the Protogenos of creation, destruction and chaos. Order was the Protogenos of matter and order.
From Chaos came Ouranos, Protogenos of the sky and heavens, Gaea, Protogenos of the Earth and nature, Tartarus, Protogenos of the Pit, Pontus, Protogenos of the sea, Erebus, Protogenos of darkness and mist, Nyx, Protogenos of night, Eros, Protogenos of desire and love, Ourae, Protogenoi of mountains, Thalassa, Protogenos of the sea, Chronos, Protogenos of time and eternity, Ananke, Protogenos of inevitability and fate, and Phanes: Protogenos of creation, procreation and generation of new life.
From Gaea came Ourea, the ten Protogenoi of mountains and Physis, Protogenos of nature. From Ouranus and Gaea came Nesoi, Protogenoi of islands. From Erebus and Nyx came Akhlys, Protogenos of misery and poison, Elpis, Protogenos of hope, Hemera, Protogenos of day, Aether Protogenos of upper air and light, and Moros, Protogenos of impending doom. From Pontus and Thalassa came Hydros, Protogenos of fresh water. From Ouranos and Thalassa came Aphrodite, Protogenos of beauty, love, desire, passion, pleasure, and fertility.
Prometheus, titan of crafty counsel, foresight, and forethought, had finally done it. From his first days atop Oreios, the Protogenos of Mount Othrys, he had been fascinated with the creation of a being lesser than all. A being that would be powerless and subservient. The figure, identical to that of a female titan in everything but size, lay on his work bench unmoving.
Unbeknownst to Prometheus, a being of immense power from before the days of creation had taken an interest in his little project. Prometheus, consumed with excitement and pride, hurried to find his parents, Iapetus and Clymene, eager to unveil his latest creation, a being crafted from raw mana and clay, poised to fulfill a purpose yet unknown.
As he left the workshop, a chill swept over Prometheus, unsettling him. The presence he felt lingered, an intangible weight that stirred an unfamiliar sense of unease in the titan of crafty counsel. Little did he know, his creation had already attracted the attention of forces far beyond his understanding, setting into motion events that would shape the destiny of gods and mortals alike.
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The Current of the Moon
FanfictionMystery surrounded Percy Jackson. He was no ordinary boy. He loved all things visible and invisible. He loved things up close and far away. Every time his mom took him to Montauk, he was fascinated by the stars and planets. However, the one thing th...
