Hi there everyone!

This is how I think Clash Of The Titans should've been and of course, you're all welcome to express your own thoughts.

Enjoy! xx

Ancient Greece; a place where the history and mythology is legend itself. The many stories of the ancient gods that ruled the land many years ago have touched the ears of many as a siren's beautiful singing lured sailors to their demise. But like every story, this story has a beginning and this beginning is a war; the War of the Titans. The most important of the series of battles took place after the youngest titan; Cronus overthrew his own father, Uranus with the help of his mother, Gaia. But Cronus did not rule as his mother had hoped when he imprisoned his siblings in Tartarus - the part of the Underworld that is Hell. Her anger rose as Eos rises from her home at the edge of Oceanus to herald her brother, Helios, so Gaia plotted to turn her anger into revenge. Her vengeance was exacted when she created a prophecy that said Cronus would meet the same fate as his father. The fear of his own children swelled within him, so he felt that he had to stop the prophecy before it happened. When his six children were born from his wife and sister, Rhea, he swallowed them whole; all of them, except one.

Rhea concealed her child, Zeus in a place where he would be safe after she tricked her husband and brother into swallowing a rock wrapped in a blanket. His hideout in a cave of Crete was where Zeus was raised to adulthood, waiting for when he would strike; waiting for when he would be reunited with his brothers and sisters and for when he would overthrow his father. Hope finally came when Métis, a future mistress of Zeus, gave Cronus a mixture of mustard and wine that was secretly the key to releasing his swallowed children. The mixture caused him to vomit them up and Zeus was finally reunited with his brothers and sisters, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Hestia and Hera. With Zeus as the leader, the six siblings held rebellion against their father and were victorious; Cronus was overthrown, just as his mother's prophecy had foretold, and when Zeus released his imprisoned uncles from Tartarus, Cronus and his Titan army took their place in the same imprisonment. The Gigantes, the Hecatonchires and the Cyclopes were free and Zeus was rewarded by the one-eyed creatures with thunder and the thunderbolt that had been hidden by Gaia.

After the battle, the new reign of the gods began with Zeus as their King, but he shared the world with his brothers and each of them took one part to rule; Zeus took the Heavens and skies, Poseidon took the seas and oceans and Hades took the Underworld. But like many Kings, Zeus decided to take a Queen to rule beside him and his choice of Queen was his own sister, Hera, the goddess of marriage. Hera, though greatly worshipped, was one of a jealous and vengeful nature; a nature that would always come to light by her ever-unfaithful husband. Despite bearing Zeus two sons, Ares, the god of war and Hephaestus, the god of fire, and one daughter, Hebe, the goddess of youth, Zeus exacted his infidelity in the form of many love affairs with goddesses, mortals and immortals alike. And from these affairs, many children were born, such as Apollo, the god of the sun and his twin sister, Artemis, the goddess of the moon and hunting, Dionysus, the god of wine, Hercules, the strongest man to ever live and Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world.

But this story is the story of a son of Zeus and it begins on the day of a storm.

The skies were dark with the clouds of such greyness; it seemed Apollo was refusing to ride his chariot through the skies that day and Helios was too angry to shine because Eos had not heralded him. The thunder and lightning roared through the skies as if Zeus himself was heavily disturbed and was sending down his furious voice in the form of his best weapons. The sea was in an angry state of mind; Poseidon was clearly not ordering it to calm, for the waves crashed and crashed into one another like Ares fighting in a fierce battle and shedding as much blood as he could. But this vicious storm had not stopped a fisherman from living out his daily routine. Dictys, the kind fisherman was out on his boat in the sea beside his home, suspecting as much as anyone if this storm was the doing of the gods. But as he turned, something came up from under the sea's surface, something that a fisherman barely finds in his catch of the day; a crate, a black wooden crate with markings of gold, but what was inside? Dictys captured the mysterious box that maybe contained treasure inside; enough treasure to help him and his wife. But when he opened the crate, there was no gold but maybe a treasure. A beautiful young woman, barely alive and dressed in riches, was what was the crate carried, but she was not alone. In her arms was a child, her child, a child that had barely begun to live, but still lived. Dictys looked down on the woman and child he had just rescued from death; his heart was filled with such pity when she opened her eyes and he saw the fear in them. She saw him and knew he was her only hope.

"Help me…" she whispered under her breath.

The child was crying; maybe he was hungry and he needed his mother, but he also needed Dictys.

"Of course I will help!" he finally said; these were the words she had needed to hear. He took the child in his arms and holding him in one, he helped the unnamed woman out of the crate, but she could barely walk. So he sat her down on the deck, handed her back her infant son and wrapped her in a blanket to keep her warm. It was time to head back to the shore with his new friends; his wife Marmara was waiting there for him.

But in the distance, a figure was watching; a woman, wearing a white hooded robe; her brown hair covered and she was not cold by the storm. It was as if she was invincible to the wind and the thunder. She looked on as Dictys reached the shore and was greeted by his wife; he then helped the young mother and baby to the sand. Indeed, Marmara showed great pity when Dictys told her what had happened; she took the baby while Dictys carried the mother inside their home. The mysterious woman smiled; she was happy that the baby was safe, but why? But then she said something, a name that was the name of the child.