Crafty’s Tale
Written by Dennari43
By troth, let it be heard,
On oath of this decree:
Let this lost tale bring light
To shadows as you read
These truthful words now writ
On cane and leather bound.
Our blurry past within
These pages will be found.
You’ll see an awful tree,
A family at odds
Against a fated son
Who’d overthrow the gods,
And sought his father’s reign
And fought at every turn.
Now hear my story’s words
And listen as you learn
About Crafty’s exile,
Sent to this foreign land
And how it came to be
Through fearful father’s hand.
Many know the old tale
Of how we came to be
Through Chaos, eldest god,
Creator of our tree.
He formed the world, Gaia,
Gave life to mother earth.
From her, she made the sky,
From both then came the birth,
Unwanted it may seem,
A cold generation
That far preferred our fear
Over veneration.
Ouranos knew his fate,
Overthrown by a child,
And so suppressed each birth,
Which turned their mother wild.
In rage for her children,
Gaia began to plot.
She took her son Kronos,
Evil in mind, she taught
The Titan how to kill
And aimed him at the sky.
With a swing of his scythe,
The children said goodbye
To their fearful father
As Kronos took the throne
And reigned as our knew king,
Now evil to the bone.
But in his reign he feared
A father’s fate was due
And so began his plot
Where evil all did brew.
Upon his children’s birth,
Each one he took in hand,
And swallowed one by one
Each child just as planned.
To see her children trapped,
Their Titan mother raged
And stole away her last,
Her vengeful plot now staged.
She took her youngest son
And gave a stone instead
To fool her husband’s eyes
To think their child dead.
And while their father sat
Upon his throne unmatched,
Each day Zeus grew stronger,
And Rhea’s plan now hatched.
Once mother’s son was strong
She brought him to the throne,
He struck down old Kronos,
The kingdom now his own.
And with the reign now his,
He knew the cycle well,
And soon he’d meet his fate
As father’s fate would tell.
And yet he didn’t stop
Or end the tree right there,
But with his queen, Metis,
He made a godly swear
That never would there be
A son who’d overthrow,
And that these godly fights
Were ended long ago.
The fighting had to stop,
And Zeus knew it too well
And so he swore no son
From him would ever dwell.
And yet there came a day
When Metis came in fear
And told Zeus of the news.
He knew his time was near.
Zeus came up with a plan,
His promise he would hold
And never have a son
Repeat what time had told.
He took his wife, Metis,
Asked her to change her shape.
And so she shrunk her size,
Till smaller than a grape.
His tiny wife he grabbed
And swallowed her with care.
He couldn’t have a son
If Metis was not there.
Now with his wife in him,
Zeus came to feel at ease,
His wife and him now one
Without anxieties.
Yet the tale does not end
With Zeus without an heir.
For Athena was born
Despite King Zeus’ swear.
Metis bore a daughter,
Out from his head she came,
Her birth baffled the gods,
Though this became her fame.
However, Zeus feared not,
For prophecy is strict.
A son was needed here
To cause all the conflict.
So from that day forward,
Zeus reigned with care and love.
His promise he did keep
In heaven high above.
And here I end this tale,
The one that we’ve been told.
To start another one,
That’s just as true and old.
This is the tale we know.
The one we know is true.
Yet there is another,
Known only by a few.
Credit must be given
To those where credit’s due.
For Metis was quite bright,
A plan she well did brew.
Metis was a titan,
So little known, yet fact.
Crafty intelligence
Is what she never lacked.
When she learned of her son,
She hid him far away
So that Zeus wouldn’t learn
About his fated day.
It wasn’t long after
When Metis learned the news
She was to have a girl,
And here did end the ruse.
Zeus swallowed up his wife
Just like the story told,
But it did not end here.
There’s still more to unfold.
Once Zeus and Metis joined
To become of one mind,
Zeus learned of her true plot
And went off then to find
This hidden son of his
Without even a name,
Whose future path would cause
More fear and death and shame.
Zeus found the baby boy,
And in his heart he felt
A pang of guilt for him,
On earth he barely dwelt.
Zeus had a promise made.
He could not break his swear.
This fated son was death
To Zeus if he stayed there.
His wife’s quick brains now his,
He thought up a new plan,
The boy could not stay there
To grow into a man.
King Zeus’ heart was big,
Too large to kill his heir,
And so he sought Chaos
For help he made a prayer.
He begged the ancient god
To make another land
Too far away from earth,
But beauteous and grand.
A world unlike our own,
Where his son would reside.
He’d have his own throne there
And rule his world with pride.
And even if he learned
About his native birth,
He never could return.
He had been banned from earth.
The ancient god agreed
And with his godly hand,
He took up a new star
And formed this boy’s new land.
Now with a world made new,
A throne his son could claim,
He said all his goodbyes
And chose for him his name.
Born from his mother’s wits,
So crafty, wise, and smart,
He gave Crafty his love
And blessed his little heart.
And with Chaos’ word,
He took the boy in flight,
And placed him in his world
To craft and build and fight.
And as the years went by,
He mastered all he knew
And ruled with pride and care,
A god he’d grown into.
And now we’re here at last
And I speak of this tale,
Which to my best is true
To every small detail.
The gods are good and kind,
Yet veiled in secrecy.
I gift you all this tale
To teach our history.
And now it is your job
To tell the world to come
And hear about your tale
Where Crafty first came from.
May the gods of CraftyMynes bless you in your travels.
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