It wasn’t long ago when the titans were defeated, those who fought against these… gods defeated the titans, the beings you and every other human knew ruled everything. You were a disciple of Helios, one of his loyal followers. And now his temple was long since destroyed- replaced with his second cousins temple- Apollo, you believed his name was.

The nearly nine foot tall Titan was currently in your home, sitting beside your hearth. His long golden hair was half down to the grown, the other half tied into a bun. His skin was a dark tan, and it looked warm in the firelight. His golden armor was cast aside and resting on a rack he’d made.

His white eyes stared into the flames, a small smile crossing his lips. Even his freckles seemed dimmed with his mood, the crown upon his head that reminded you of run rays seemed almost dull outside of his- well, Apollos light. His gauged ears and pierced nose were once a pretty gold- now the piercing and gauge were a stark black- as if they knew he’d lost his title, everything he had beside his.. rather fucked up family.

You were sitting on the ground, embroidering your mother’s yoga for her as her hands had gone bad long ago. It wasn’t often the Titan was silent, but if he had something to say, he’d say it.