There was nothing in the beginning of time, or so the Greeks believed. The universe was an eternal void, ruled by Chaos, a being of elimination. By a wish of the fates, three beings sprang out of the nothingness, Gaea, Tartarus, and Eros. These beings will become the rulers of the world, the very basis on which we survive. Gaea, the Earth, would become the blooming expanse of life. Tartarus, The Underworld, will be fated as a pit of terror. And Eros, Love, the light in the void. Of course, this story is not about how love saved all, how the earth blossomed and bloomed. This story is about a war; the War of the Titans.

 

 From the three deities sprang Erebus and Nyx, Darkness and Night; and from them Aether and Hemera, the bright upper air and day. The world was empty and life was an everlasting cycle, day and night doomed in an eternal chase, constantly reaching, but never quite enough. At this time, there was peace. Until Night, feared by all, created a terrifying race of titans, their domains were just as terrifying- Pain, Fear, Hate, Revenge, Blame, and Deceit. These beings disrupted the calm; and wreaked havoc on the Primordial's cycle; as they might wreak havoc on you.

 

 Life, if that could be its name, was ruled by these beings for a long time. Until Gaea gave birth to Uranus- the starry sky, the peace before the monsters came: his stars, a guiding hope, a break for light in the misery of life. Gaea went on to marry Uranus, greedy for his protection, devastatingly dependent on his stars to guide her through this life. Uranus covered Gaea in a blanket of peaceful calm and became the sky we see before we close our eyes. Together, in their embrace, they created three races of monsters- the one-eyed Cyclops, the three Hundred-Handed Hecatoncheires, and the twelve Titans. A prophecy had foretold, long ago, in the simple times of chaos, that a leader's son would overthrow them. This prophecy will be fulfilled thousands of times. 

 

 However, though the truth is often sad, the stars are only a muse to distract us from the horrors of the night sky, the devious darkness of black. Uranus was horrible to his children. The children were kept in dark cells, never to see the light of day, trapped in the darkness of truth. Gaea was devastated, her love had blind-sighted her, and now it was not her paying the price, but her children. She despised a plan, she would rally her children, using a sickle she made, and they would castrate Uranus, which would rid him of power. She went to her children, begging them to listen, pleading with them to overthrow their tyrant father. They, of course, couldn't see anything wrong with the way their father was, after all, it was all they had ever known. All her children said no until she went to Cronus, her youngest son. You may know that Cronus becomes the next tyrant king, but for now, he is just his father's son. 

 

 As Uranus was going to lay with Gaea, Cronus castrated him rather brutally with his mother's sickle. Throwing Uranus severed gentiles into the sea. From his blood, sprouted giants, monsters, and a goddess. Aphrodite, The Goddess of Love and Beauty, a divine testament to how beauty and love are in everything. This scene is nothing new, not castration, but overthrowing the power. It is simply human nature, we are intimidated by power, we fear it. This story may not be about humans and their nature, this is about their creator.

 

 There was hardly a difference between Cronus and Uranus like there is little difference between their death. Cronus bore five children with his sister Rhea, and drowning in fear of history repeating, ate his children. At this point in my tale, you might be questioning the Titans' choices, but you must remember that we descend from these beings, we are everything in them undivine.

 

 When it came time for Gaea to give birth to her sixth son, she had a plan. This son would be raised in a cave by a nymph and a she-goat. Instead of giving her husband the young child to swallow, she handed him a rock swaddled in cloth. The son, Zeus, grew into a handsome youth, and he knew it. You might know Zeus as the fierce king of the gods, the god of lightning, not a tyrant leader, But If you look closely, you can see that he strongly resembles his father and the father before him. Eventually, Zeus found himself with a mead identical to his father's everyday glass, but this wine would make Cronus vomit for ages.

 

When Cronus drank this mead, he began to vomit and up came his children. The children had had more than enough years to mature, and had become worthy of their names-  Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon, the gods of the Hearth, Crops, Marriage, the Dead, and the Ocean. They also had enough time to get angry. The children sprang up, ready to fight, against them, their father, and the Titans, who he had called to help.

 

 The Titans and gods, in a moment of clarity, looked at one another, and, for a brief moment, experienced human nature. Now, of course, we wouldn't come for years, but in that second, the gods felt greed, anger, and hate, and they knew these emotions were not divine. And they knew that these would be the human traits. The gods did not worry about the humans' emotions being turned on them, for they created the humans in their image. And it is not in a god nature, they think as they steady their stance, to betray each other.

 

As you may know, myths are based on a sliver of truth; it's best recommended that we see myths with that truth, not as an excuse for the truth.