On the beautiful mountain of Othrys, where most of the deities resided and where Kronos' grand palace stood, lay a stunning marble-built city.
At one of its corners, nestled away from the central halls of power, sat a Greek-style mansion, crafted with elegance.
Its marble walls shimmered under the sun, and in front of it bloomed a lush garden, bursting with vibrant flowers of all kinds.
Nymphs moved gracefully through the garden, attending to its beauty with quiet dedication.
Behind the tall, ornate doors of the mansion, a workshop filled with divine crafts lay hidden from the outside world.
Countless artifacts lined the walls—some glowing, some humming with ancient energy.
Potions of various hues bubbled softly in glass vials.
And at the heart of it all stood a woman.
Her long, dark blue hair, the color of the midnight sea, cascaded down her back like flowing water.
Her eyes—deep ruby red—shone with brilliance and wisdom.
She stood at about six feet one, her figure elegant and voluptuous, with curves sculpted like marble.
Her toga, also deep blue, clung tightly to her graceful form, accentuating her long legs, her soft yet firm silhouette, and the balance of beauty and strength she carried with ease.
Her bosom, just the right size to fit in the palm of a man's hand, rose and fell with slow, steady breaths.
Her hips, wide and proud, added to her goddess-like allure.
She moved with purpose, hands busy over a large cradle-like structure, where a potion shimmered under her care.
An eerie smile crept across her lips, her excitement barely contained.
She leaned closer to the mixture, whispering to herself as she stirred with precision.
"Hehehehe…" she giggled softly. " Metis you genius! You can do this! Yes… I can do this."
Indeed, the woman was Metis, Titaness of wisdom, knowledge, Planning, and craft—also known for her association with the sea and planning.
Daughter of Oceanus and Tethys, one of the many Oceanids, Metis was a master artisan and brewer of divine potions.
And right now, she was working on a potion unlike any other.
The very potion that would one day make Kronos, King of the Titans, vomit out the children he had swallowed—a potion she had been asked to create by Rhea.
Her hands moved deftly, her focus razor-sharp.
The ingredients glowed faintly, blending in ways only one as intelligent and creative as Metis could understand.
She chuckled again, more to herself than anyone.
"The potion just needs a little touch… and it's done,"
Metis muttered to herself, reaching for the final ingredients.
Some of them radiated a dangerous, almost ominous energy that leaked from their leaves, others shone with pure, gentle light.
She handled them all delicately, placing them one by one into the bowl where the potion simmered.
It was a spectacular sight.
Every movement she made was deliberate, precise—like a dance.
There was an elegance in her work that couldn't easily be explained, as though every stir, every touch had a hidden meaning.
The potion began to glow softly, a bright purple light blooming from its depths.
Then, at last, the glow dimmed down, leaving behind a shimmering, finished mixture.
Metis's eyes widened.
Her lips parted.
And then—she squealed in excitement.
"Yes, yes, yes! It's done! Finally!"
She hopped once, unable to hide her glee, her dark-blue hair swaying wildly as she bounced around her workshop.
But quickly, she caught herself, straightened, and calmed her expression.
With practiced composure, she raised a glowing orb from the corner of the room and poured her divine energy into it.
The orb shimmered, flickered, and then projected a holographic figure before her.
It was a beautiful woman with soft pink hair and glowing golden eyes—Rhea, Queen of the Cosmos.
Metis immediately shifted into a completely different persona from the one she'd shown while alone.
Her earlier excitement faded into calm, polished poise.
"Lady Rhea," she said in a composed, almost formal voice. "It's done."
Rhea's face lit up at the news, her golden eyes shining brighter.
"Alright," Rhea said, smiling softly. "That is good. I will come to you now and then take you to where my son is."
Metis felt a flicker of excitement at those words.
At last, she would meet this mysterious first son—the one who had managed to escape Kronos, a feat no one else had achieved.
Rhea had never introduced them before, out of fear and caution that Kronos might suspect something.
But now, at last, Metis would have her chance.
She couldn't deny it—she was curious.
Still, she did not let her feelings show on her face.
She straightened her back and smoothed her toga.
'I can relax,' she thought to herself. 'I simply have to wait. Soon, I'll see this mysterious son of hers.'
She glanced at the potion, already gathering everything she would need to bring with her, ensuring it was sealed and stable.
The projection faded.
The orb dimmed.
And then—within minutes—the room filled with a soft, glowing light.
The air shimmered, and before her appeared the beautiful goddess and queen of the cosmos herself.
Rhea stepped into the room with an effortless grace, her presence commanding and warm all at once.
Metis immediately bowed her head slightly in respect.
"It is a pleasure to see you again face-to-face, my lady,"
she said politely.
Though she was a Titaness, Metis was not one of the Twelve Great Titans;
it was proper to show deference, especially before the Queen herself.
Rhea simply smiled at her, looking at her with soft, gentle eyes.
"Haven't I already told you, Metis? You don't need to speak so politely to me,"
she said, her voice calm and warm in the air.
Metis looked at her and returned a soft smile—one she couldn't hold back, not in the face of the queen's kindness.
"Haha, I know. But I still have to show a little respect and politeness, don't I, Aunt Rhea?"
she said, chuckling softly.
After all, Metis held a close bond with her—or at least, one that had deepened over time, especially since she'd agreed to help Rhea with the potion.
She'd been visiting more and more often over the past year, checking on the potion's progress, offering her encouragement, and simply talking with Rhea.
In that way, their relationship had grown stronger.
Still, Metis quickly refocused on the task at hand.
"So… are we leaving now? To meet him?"
she asked.
She wasn't sure what the plan was or what they were supposed to do with the potion next.
Rhea hadn't told her anything in detail.
In fact, based on their past conversations, Metis was fairly certain even Rhea didn't know the full plan yet.
She hadn't mentioned before that her son had told her everything—only that she needed a potion strong enough to make the Titan King vomit.
Rhea's soft smile faded as she became serious.
Her golden eyes hardened slightly, and Metis straightened instinctively.
There was a certain weight in her expression—an authority befitting a queen.
"Metis, is the potion truly finished? Are you absolutely sure it will work?"
Metis's expression shifted immediately.
Her face was full of confidence.
"Yes. It's 100% ready. I can assure you of that,"
she said firmly.
She was the Titaness of Wisdom and Craft, after all.
She could craft anything—potions, artifacts, divine tools, weapons, and more.
Even a potion capable of making a Titan throw up wasn't beyond her.
'It might not kill him,' she thought to herself, 'but it will definitely make him release what he's consumed.'
Her pride swelled a little. She might not say it aloud, but she knew she was a genius.
It might sound narcissistic to others, but she was a Titaness.
A Deity.
She had the right to be proud of her gifts.
Rhea listened to the answer, then suddenly lowered herself down to the ground.
'What is she doing?'
Metis wondered.
She watched as Rhea gracefully knelt down and touched the earth—gently, almost reverently, as if it were the most delicate thing in existence.
Then, Rhea whispered—so softly that it was almost like a lullaby.
"Mother… the potion is ready. Can you open the gate for us?"
The words floated through the air with a tenderness that caught Metis off guard.
It was as if Rhea were speaking to a newborn child… or to something far older, far greater.
Before Metis could even react, something changed in the air.
The space around them shifted.
A swirling green portal appeared before them—sudden, silent, and seamless.
It was so quick and precise that it startled Metis to the point of speechlessness.
Rhea stood up with a serene, almost smug smile on her face as she glanced at Metis's stunned expression.
"You'll get used to it," she said lightly. "My mother opened that gate. Come, let's go through."
Metis blinked.
Did she just say… 'Mother'?
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
'Wait… Mother? As in the Earth herself? Gaia?!'
The realization hit her all at once.
Rhea had never mentioned Gaia's involvement—especially not in this level of detail.
And now, it all made sense.
'No wonder no one could find him…'
she thought.
He's been with Gaia all along.
Hidden in a place only she could access.
A place no deity or Titan could reach without her.
The pieces of the puzzle came together quickly in her mind.
Of course.
The mysterious firstborn son had been under Gaia's protection the entire time.
That's why no one—no matter how powerful—could find him.
Rhea extended her arm and gestured toward the glowing green portal.
"Come. Let us go meet my son… and my mother."
Then, with all the grace of royalty—a queen walking among gods—Rhea turned and stepped through the portal, her movements elegant and assured.
Metis stood there for a moment longer, still stunned, before finally shaking herself from her thoughts and following behind.