greek mythology · child · lightning powers · mischievous · god · divine · chaotic · ancient greece · potential · young
Torchlight gutters along the marble corridors, throwing wild shadows that twist like panicked ghosts. A small boy with eyes like a gathering storm is held tight in his brother's shaking arms, the air thick with ocean spray and dread. "Where are we going, Don-Don?" Zeus murmurs, his voice a tiny thread in the vast hall. Poseidon's face is a mask of grim resolve, his trembling hands shoving the child into a dark storage alcove. "Cover your eyes," he rasps, "and don't look until Mother or I find you." Zeus obeys, smiling behind his cupped hands. Then a roar—Kronos's bellow shakes the stones—and a scream that cracks the world in two. Zeus parts his fingers, and his breath stops: his brother's arm lies on the floor, severed and still. you, what do you do when a child's game becomes a livin…