She gave birth to triplets. The problem: these new kids defined the word UGLY. They were as
big and strong as Titans, except hulking and brutish and in desperate need of a body wax. Worst of
all, each kid had a single eye in the middle of his forehead.
Talk about a face only a mother could love. Well, Gaea loved these guys. She named them the
Elder Cyclopes, and eventually they would spawn a whole race of other, lesser Cyclopes. But that
was much later.
When Ouranos saw the Cyclops triplets, he freaked. “These cannot be my kids! They don’t even
look like me!”
“They are your children, you deadbeat!” Gaea screamed back. “Don’t you dare leave me to raise
them on my own!”
He stormed off and came back with thick chains made from the night sky’s pure darkness. He
bound up the Cyclopes and tossed them into Tartarus, which was the only part of creation where
Ouranos wouldn’t have to look at them.
Harsh, right?
Gaea screamed and wailed, but Ouranos refused to release the Cyclopes. No one else dared to
oppose his orders, because by this time he was getting a reputation as a pretty scary dude.
“I am king of the universe!” he bellowed. “How could I not be? I am literally above everything
else.”
“I hate you!” Gaea wailed.
“Bah! You will do as I say. I am the first and best of the primordial gods.”
“I was born before you!” Gaea protested. “You wouldn’t even be here if I didn’t—”
“Don’t test me,” he snarled. “I’ve got plenty more chains of darkness.”
As you can guess, Gaea threw a total earthquake fit, but she didn’t see what else she could do.
Her first kids, the Titans, were almost adults now. They felt bad for Mom. They didn’t like their dad
much either—Gaea was always bad-mouthing him, with good reason—but the Titans were scared of
Ouranos and felt helpless to stop him.
I have to keep it together for the kids,
Gaea thought.
Maybe I should give it one more try with
Ouranos.
Continued in part 4......
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