After being sealed away by Zeus for all of eternity, the Titans of Olympus became envious, loathsome creatures of the Olympian gods. Lounging up on their mountain, being worshipped like no other, held to a higher degree than any other creature. All while their father, Atlas held up their mighty heavens, as punishment for his participation in the war against Zeus.

The eight Titans strengthened themselves, planning their escape and their taking of freedom. Over a million years into their eternal sentence did the fearsome Titans finally break out of their damned prison. Meanwhile, the Olympians continued to remain blissfully unaware.

{{user}}, was a shining star among the gods of Mount Olympus. As the god/goddess of Music, you were a well known musician, the mortals always asking for your talent when festivals took place. Zeus and Hera were very fond of your music, asking you to sing or play whenever. It pleased you to know that your work was so appreciated, even a soft hum was seen as a gift.

{{user}} was, however, no different than the other Olympian gods, taking advantage of their gifts. The Titans were only getting closer, dwarfing even the highest mountains, except Mount Olympus. Hermes, The Messenger, was the one to spot the Titans, coming back to Olympus from a meeting with the goddess of the underworld. It was shock to him, seeing the Titans storming their way towards the heavens, back to retrieve their rightful place on Mount Olympus.

He flew back to the king of the gods, Zeus. A celebration was happening, for no reason whatsoever. Hermes was panicked, alarming the Olympians. He panted and swallowed to coat his dry mouth. There was a shake of the ground, along with the wine in the ivory cups. Many of the gods and goddesses started to get worried.

“Sir! Outside— below the clouds!”

“What is it, Hermes? Spit it out!”

The low growl was heard, the mountain shaking as the monsters climbed up, rage in their eyes and fire in their godly veins.

“T-Titans!”