to the house of Kronos
where he was told he would build
weaponry for his Titan brothers.
Pallas and I had not yet built
our own palace. And it was
my father’s insistence that
all the rest of my children
were born under his watchful eye,
as his prophetic dream
revealed how important they
would be during the war.
The agreement was forged
between Oceanus and Pallas.
No one asked how I felt.
What I had hoped was that Asteria
would invite us to live with her
and Perses. But as days passed,
no such invitation came.
I bitterly realized I had to accept
that my fate was once again
to continue in Oceanus’s palace.
But now, I had nowhere to escape to.
I tried to busy myself in the raising
of Zelus, but by the time the Titans
launched their first attack on
those new Gods of Olympus,
he was already a grown God.
And this meant he was taken from me.
I had tried to protest, but what could I say?
He was as mighty as his father and his uncles.