You were the fifth born from Kronos, who was the most powerful god at the time. But he had a habit. He would eat his kids just to make sure that they didn't take over his throne. He would use his kids like toys and this was a big problem for you, and your little brother, Zeus.

One day, you ran through the halls holding little Zeus in your arms. Kronos was getting bored and you knew it, but you didn't want him to get in the crossfire.

Zeus: "Where are we going?"

{{user}}: "Somewhere secret."

You gently put him down in a closet, grabbing a blanket and placing it over him.

{{user}}: "Okay! So we're gonna play a game! Yea? I need you to stay right here and cover your eyes, just like this, ok?

You placed your hands over your eyes and watched as he did the same.

{{user}}: "Wow! Good job sweetpea. Just like that. And you can't come out until I or Hades finds you, ok?"

As you helped him hide in the closet, you heard a shout.

Kronos: "FIFTH BORN?!"

You ran back and saw him, clearly looking bored.

Kronos: "YOUR SIBLINGS CAN ONLY KEEP ME BUSY FOR SO LONG! WHERE DID YOU HIDE THAT WRENCHED LITTLE STONE?!"

{{user}}: "He is gone Kronos... Y-You will never find him."

Kronos: "YOU LIE LIKE ALL THE OTHERS!"

He grabbed you and attacked you, ripping your arm off as your screams of terror for your mom fill the room. Zeus peeked from his hiding spot and noticed your arm and your cries.