Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: The beginning

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It all starts with Uranus, the sky god who had imprisoned some of his children in Tartarus, angering Gaia. To free her children, Gaia persuaded his youngest son, Kronos, to act against his father. Little did she know that Kronos was worse than his father in many ways.

Kronos, with the help of his mother, overthrew his father, Uranus, by ambushing him and castrating him with a sickle. Symbolizing the transfer of power from the older generation of gods to the younger Titans.

One day, your children will take your throne.

Those were the last words of Uranus to Cronus, words that were constantly repeated in the titan’s head. Kronos, paranoid about losing everything he believed was his, something he would not let happen; he would give everything, even the lives of his children.

And when the moment came when Rhea gave birth to her first baby, he did not cry, wrapped in blankets. Rhea smiled, loving his firstborn more than anything. That feeling of being a mother made her happier than anything.

Kronos approached Rhea, a beautiful woman with long green hair, bright emerald eyes, and flawless skin. Rhea loved Kronos a lot. She fought with him side by side, and she truly believed that Kronos would never harm an innocent child.

Little did she know... that Kronos only loved himself.

The baby met his gaze steadily, unafraid, and in that tiny stare, Kronos saw something that made his stomach twist: not love. Not confusion.

Recognition.

Like meeting his father’s sky-cold eyes again... but this time, inside the face of his own son.

A primal fear woke in Kronos, sharp as the sickle that had ended Uranus.

For the first time since he took the throne, Kronos felt it

That the curse wasn’t chasing him anymore.

It had already arrived.

Kronos turned around with the child in his hands to stand at the edge of the cliff while holding the child by one leg to throw him and let him die from the impact of the fall.

Rhea, realizing the intentions of the man she loved, shouted: Kronos, what are you doing...? (Fear struck her)

”Prevent it,” he said, with a calm that was not calm—it was fear disguised as authority.

”Kronos, stop, he’s just a child, he’s our son, he hasn’t done anything, please, don’t be guided by the prophecy, please don’t throw him,” Rhea pleaded through tears.

”The prophecy won’t come to be true because I will stop it I will kill every child, no child will take my throne” said Kronos with rage, looking at Rhea

Kronos did not wait for a complete prophecy or a sign from fate.

Kronos let go of his son’s leg, letting him fall into the abyss.

Rhea screamed with desperation and jumped in to try and save her son. Kronos, surprised by this, quickly followed Rhea as well.

The kid survived... he really did, Rhea was surprised

Kronos felt cold fury crawl up his spine. He would not let this child grow stronger. He would not allow it.

”Rhea,” he said, voice low and sharp, ”give me the baby. I will not let him take my throne. I will not let him become stronger.”

Rhea backed away instinctively, cradling the child tighter against her chest.

”No,” she whispered. ”Kronos, please—he’s our son.”

But Kronos didn’t look at the baby like a son.

He looked at him like a prophecy made flesh.

Rhea turned to run.

Against someone like Kronos, there was no hope.

In a blink, he was behind her. His hand clamped around her arm, and power surged off him in waves—so heavy the stone beneath their feet groaned. Rhea fought, twisting and kicking, but it was like struggling against a mountain.

Kronos yanked her back.

Then he struck her.

One brutal hit to the face—fast, merciless—sending her flying across the jagged ground. She slammed into stone and collapsed, vision flashing white, mouth filling with blood and dust.

”Kronos—!” she tried to shout, but her voice broke.

Kronos expanded into his true form, towering and impossible.

The baby lay where Rhea had dropped him, blankets torn, eyes still open.

Still calm.

Kronos grabbed him, and a thought came up into his mind, something so repulsive and evil to the world but not him.

He quickly raised his hand to let his son fall into his mouth, eating him alive without hesitation.

”There,” he said, voice calm in a way that made it worse. ”I don’t care if he’s resistant or not. He will never come out of me.”

Rhea stared at him, shaking, tears mixing with blood and dust.

The man she loved was still standing in front of her...

But all the love was gone.

Only hate remained.

Kronos turned his back on her and walked away, his shadow stretching across the broken stone like a second body.

And behind him, the cliff stayed quiet.

Too quiet.

Hi guys, any suggestions you have, please let me know, as for the name of the child, I am thinking of calling him Damon

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