Sarah Johnson
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To say Hades was surprised by Gaea's task was an understatement-the Earth Mother elaborated on the details, revealing to them the existence of a family of Primordials living in the darkness of creation. And he was tasked with meeting them as her representative and presenting her message to them. Zeus boldly asked what was on all of their minds. "It's a call for help." Gaea surprisingly revealed. "We're going to lose the war if nothing changes," she paused and gazing at all of them. "And you have…
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In the Mansion of Night, a reckoning silence reverberated, stilling the flowing darkness. Aiether gazed at the empty cup that now clearly had the auras of Hypnos and Hemera written all over it. His heavenly face was daubed with colourful hues of glitter, as if it were a thoughtful masterpiece by Iris herself. The resounding silence was suddenly broken by pearls of derisive laughter resonating throughout the mansion of night. "Hypnos!" Aether immediately bellowed. He whisked his head to his…
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Tartarus was the pit of damnation for gods, mortals, and extraordinary beings. The truth- that the land that they walk on, the air that they breathe, the mountains and volcanoes they tread on, and the trees they weave through-were all part of the gargantuan body of Tartarus -would be enough to break most of their minds all the more. For Hypnos, however, Tartarus was just his sadistic uncle who loved torturing people. The Primordial of Abyss has always preferred to gradually break down the minds of…
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They were the daughters of Ananke, the Primordial of Destiny, and Chronos, the Primordial of Time. They were second-generation primordials, embodying the concept of Fate - an aspect of Destiny. They were given many names and titles by gods and mortals throughout the long river of time: the Erinyes; the Three Witches; the Norns; the Moirai; the Graces; the Eumenides; the Shai; the Anunnaki; the Eumenides; the Parcae; the Charities. They were ever-present throughout the divine pantheons of gods,…
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Hypnos had no trouble finding the abode of Hecate. She was a chthonic goddess, so she obviously lived in the underworld, and the shadow plane was conveniently connected to the underworld. The underworld was the realm of the dead. It was a domain where the mortal souls of the Greek pantheon were destined to travel after death for their eventual afterlife. It was an instinct etched into the deepest crevices of mortal souls to seek out the land of the dead. They were moths drawn to the bright…
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The Shadow Plane - the realm of Erebus, the Primordial of Darkness. It is a place destined to be perpetually dark; the sun and moon would never grace this realm. It also serves as a haven for the Dark Fey, a mythical species created by Erebus. They are his servants and soldiers, endowed with the blessed power of darkness and shadows. Hypnos appeared in the night sky of the Shadow Plane. He immediately gazed down at his father's realm with nostalgia. He had spent the first years of his new life…
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Thanatos was silent for a moment, and then he spoke quietly. "Titanomachy." "Titanomachy..." Hypnos creased his brows. He closed his eyes and waved his hands, plucking all the recent dreams about Titanomachy from the beings of Europa. The experience was disturbingly similar to surfacing on the Internet; he even had to filter out the ridiculous and outrageous fallacies that clogged most of the content in search of a sliver of truth. All of this took a few seconds. Thanatos did not disturb him;…
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The dreamy lady bowed. "I apologize for interrupting your revive, my lord, but the Lord of Death is here, at the gate of horn." Hypnos fixed his gaze on the woman. She was Alexandria, one of the dreams-a species he created alongside nightmares to populate his realm and assist him with his duties. He had appointed Alexandria as librarian in charge of the Great Library in his castle in the heart of dreaming. The Great Library was one of his important side projects. He built it to record the dreams…
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There was a realm where dreams and nightmares were born. There was a realm where a few ragged sounds could sound a symphony. A realm where pandemonium presents patterns, where ideal fantasies turn into reality and memories feign meaning. A realm where-for as long as a sleeper can sleep-stories are spun. And so, listen. Listen now: At the end of this infinite realm, the serene waves of a golden ocean washed through the sands of a beach flanked by a rising valley. Even though there was no…
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After the depressing battle, Nyx had admonished him gently. 'Hypnos, don't let your growing power get to your head. You may be stronger than the Gods, but if you want to stand shoulder to shoulder with the original primordials, you still have a long, treacherous path to traverse.' Finally, she handed him a black pouch enclosing sand, which twinkled like stars in the night sky. 'I and your father created this, considering your power. The starry sand in it will never run out and will always help you…
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