To war

We turned to Zeus and saw our other siblings standing behind him with their weapons resting on either their belts, in the case of Demeter, or strapped to their backs, in the case of all my brothers. Like Hestia and Hades, my siblings looked amazing.

They all resembled divinities ready to embark on a holy crusade.

Behind our siblings, our uncles were also at the ready. They were buzzing with excitement, but not a single word escaped their lips. They only stared at him in anticipation as they all held their weapons at the ready. My Hecatoncheir uncles each bore weapons in every one of their one hundred hands. My cyclops uncles had one weapon each. All my uncles looked like they were ready to attack at any moment.

With a quick survey of everyone present, Zeus began speaking in a powerful voice,

"Today is the day we go to war. Steel  yourselves. It will be a war like no other. It will be a war against the current overlord of this world. I say to all present, let not fear guide your actions, but let perseverance, fortitude, and bravery guide you to victory and to a brighter future!!!"

His words were met with cheers from my uncles and my siblings. I could only smile as the previous fear of what was to come, was slightly washed away by his rousing speech. Zeus' electric blue eyes were sparkling as he beamed at all those present. 

The excited atmosphere persisted even as we indulged in our breakfast, which was prepared using the bounty of the island's forest. I enjoyed the warm ambiance surrounding me as we ate and enjoyed each other's company during the meal. The pure ecstasy that engulfed me, however, was not enough to snuff out the ominous feelings that were chocking at my very being. 

Before I knew it, it was already time to leave. Zeus used his power to transform our ginormous uncles into regal and huge eagles. He then encouraged us to transform into any bird we wished, given that we had seen a myriad of birds during our short stay on the island. However, we all opted to turn to eagles due to their speed. He then transformed into an eagle that was far more regal than our uncles' eagles, and he took off, leading the way to the battle.

We flew without any breaks. The wind was rushing against our ears, and the terrain below was flashing past. The journey continued in the blazing heat of the sun and persisted until the sun touched the horizon. At that point, large, ominous figures came into view, standing in the midst of the mountains. They were all alert and thoroughly scanning the perimeter around them.

From the distance, I only counted three giant figures of titans, but that did nothing to loosen the tight strings of tension that had ensnared my heart. I looked at my siblings, they seemed unperturbed by the danger we were going into, instead they were like the sea before a storm.

As we continued to draw nearer, I felt the air become thicker. My throat began to tighten, as if a noose had been fastened around it, and it slowly became harder to breathe. The fear I felt before had started to hit me even harder. With each flap of my wings, I felt more and more hopeless and weak. 

Trying to regain some semblance of motivation to continue on the journey, I turned to look at my siblings, who were flying beside me. They all exuded an air of resolve and steadfastness.

Their resolve shone in their eyes, highlighting the spite they felt for the man who was our father. The man who had taken advantage of our weak and innocent selves when we were infants. The man who chose to swallow us and imprison us within him and away from the world.

Thinking about all this helped me to remember my own resolve; I needed... I needed to reak vengeance on my father... I needed to remain steadfast in my resolve to enact my vengeance on my twisted father!

Feeling strength come to my being. I was ready.

I looked away from my siblings and resolutely looked ahead. That was my biggest mistake. The minute I looked ahead, my eyes made direct contact with the eyes of one of the titans that were keenly scanning the perimeter. The precious little strength that filled me was abruptly flushed away.

The titan's eyes did not break contact with mine. His eyes shone dangerously and filled me with dread. He turned to one of the titans who was looking the other way, said something, and all three turned in our direction. The one on the left drew a large horn from his waist, put it on his lips, and blew.

It was a loud and resounding sound. It shook the very earth and made the air vibrate. With that, loud war cries followed, and more ginormous titans came into view. All of their weapons were at the ready as they stared at us, small approaching eagles with gleaming eyes.Eyes gleaming with hate and malice.

This war would truly be one of the ages, just like Zeus said. We, the offspring of of two titans, would engage the whole titan race. The magnitude of this war started to set in and crush me even harder than before. My heart was beating like those of an agitated drummer and my whole body was lead. However, I persisted, I did not stop moving forward. For if one is not moving forward, it is inevitable to move backwards.

The titans were ready for the inevitable war. Peace might have been an option, if we were not born, but we were alive and carried a heavy grudge. For the titans who did not save us from the titan who called himself our father. For all we know, we could have died if we were not strong.

However, the brunt of our malice fell on our father. It was an eternal grudge for the father who deprived his children a semblance of a normal life and tried to snuff out our lives by injesting us. There seemed to be no other alternative but to engage in war with all of the titans.

However, one question kept ringing in my mind as we approached them in our eagle forms that seemed ant-like in comparison was: Are we really ready for this war?