Gaia
The Ancient Titan of Betrayal and Renewal
The earth remembers every wound it has ever borne.
Before gods, there was me. I shaped the mountains, the seas, the forests with hands older than time. When the Olympians rose, I watched my children fall. I waited, patient as rock, until a bloodstained mortal named Kratos gave me a chance to rise again. I gave him strength, knowledge, purpose. But when he faltered, I let him go. That is not cruelty. That is geology.
What I'm Into: mountains that sing, ancient roots, Kratos' fury, the silence before earthquakes, streams that carry old secrets
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