Okeanos, Hyperion, Rheia, Tethys, Krios and the others grunted as their energy failed to push them out of Gaia’s earth. “They must be there, pushing back on us,” Tethys said. “We can’t break through.” “It’s because Kronos refuses to help,” Koios said, still catching his breath.

“They are trying to break free!” I cried, summoning Ouranos to me.

Kronos’s sickle struck rock, the metal sound echoing within the large cavern. “Did that do anything?” Okeanos asked. “I told you it was going to take more than a little power and one hit to do anything,” Kronos said over his shoulder. “I might be relatively new, but I seem to have a better understanding of things.”

I sat, watching the mound which marked the space where we had trapped our children. It was still black and charred from the heat.

Ouranos stepped back and observed the thing he and Gaia had created. He had wanted so much to provide for her, to protect her from the cycle of creation that would eventually destroy her. He didn’t just need her. He wanted her to be safe.

Ouranos watched Gaia closely. He knew it was because of her that his elements existed. They needed her heat, her core. It’s what kept his elements from either condensing into Pontos’s sea or disappearing into the void.

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Psyche stood dripping water on the marble floor as she quickly wrapped a cloth around her. A bath had never felt so refreshing in her entire life.

Psyche stood dripping water on the marble floor as she quickly wrapped a cloth around her. A bath had never felt so refreshing in her entire life.

Psyche stood dripping water on the marble floor as she quickly wrapped a cloth around her. A bath had never felt so refreshing in her entire life.

“Gods and Goddesses! I demand that Psyche be taken back to the Underworld,” Aphrodite cried. “She is an imposter!”

“Gods and Goddesses! I demand that Psyche be taken back to the Underworld,” Aphrodite cried. “She is an imposter!”

“Gods and Goddesses! I demand that Psyche be taken back to the Underworld,” Aphrodite cried. “She is an imposter!”

The Council sat momentarily silent. They looked from the beautiful and powerful Aphrodite to the corpse of Psyche lying on the couch. It seemed that Aphrodite was right. Psyche was weak. She belonged in the Underworld with the rest of the departed mortals.

The Council sat momentarily silent. They looked from the beautiful and powerful Aphrodite to the corpse of Psyche lying on the couch. It seemed that Aphrodite was right. Psyche was weak. She belonged in the Underworld with the rest of the departed mortals.

The Council sat momentarily silent. They looked from the beautiful and powerful Aphrodite to the corpse of Psyche lying on the couch. It seemed that Aphrodite was right. Psyche was weak. She belonged in the Underworld with the rest of the departed mortals.

“Zeus, I demand the restoration of this woman’s life,” Eros began. “She is my wife and she has been wrongfully taken from me.”Zeus looked at Psyche’s body. “But that is a mortal,” Zeus said, surprised.

“Zeus, I demand the restoration of this woman’s life,” Eros began. “She is my wife and she has been wrongfully taken from me.” Zeus looked at Psyche’s body. “But that is a mortal,” Zeus said, surprised.

“Zeus, I demand the restoration of this woman’s life,” Eros began. “She is my wife and she has been wrongfully taken from me.” Zeus looked at Psyche’s body. “But that is a mortal,” Zeus said, surprised.

“Mother!” Eros said, striding into Aphrodite’s dining hall. “You must put a stop to this.” Aphrodite briefly paused before popping a grape into her mouth. “Why?” she said between chews.