Titan Fan Fiction


Is Titan fan fiction really a thing? It is if anyone writes any, which I have done. Here is the start of a story which I hope to finish some day.


Tales of the Titans – Volume 1

Book 1

In The Beginning

The tower stood at the edge of the marsh that Zugg called home. When he was growing up, he had seen it from his village – a distant, stark and simple structure that filled him with awe. He knew of the power associated with it; had heard stories of the mighty beings and great forces that mustered there. Forces that could sweep the land and clash in battle. The idea of it had stirred his imagination.

Now he was grown, and was standing on top of the tower, at its uppermost level, from where he could see the marsh spread out to the horizon, looking hazy and purplish. He could barely make out details – discolored spots that broke the monotony of the view, and might have been clumps of the scraggly bushes that he knew dotted the terrain. Or possibly even an inviting cluster of huts. The safety and solace he had left behind.

"Where does one hide in such a dreary place?" cracked the voice of Drex, the gargoyle, who was perched beside Zugg, on the edge of the parapet that surrounded the tower roof. A cold wind whipped them both, whistling through the crennelations in the wall.

"Hide? Why hide?" Zugg answered.

"To avoid an enemy." There was a tone of derision in the gargoyle's voice, as if the answer should have been obvious. "Or, " and now a hint of ominousness, "to ambush one."

"In the marsh we are not afraid of enemies," Zugg said, not really believing it.

Drex responded with a gravelly chortle. "You will need to learn to be afraid, ogre, with the places they will be taking you."

Though the gargolye didn't make any indication, it was plain that 'they' referred to the gathering of characters in the center of the rooftop. Zugg turned to look at them, frowning as he thought of the import of Drex's words. The two central figures, imposing and majestic, were conferring, while the others around them, including two centaurs, stood at attention like guards.

"They've got some plan for us," Drex said grimly, head also twisted around to follow Zugg's gaze. "And from what I hear, that's not one of the better Titans, either."

Drex's disparaging pronouncement troubled Zugg, who was not experienced enough to recognize the effects on morale of contempt for leadership. He was already unnerved from being separated from the familiarity of his village in the marsh. Now he felt a hint of fear.

Sensing this fear, Drex pressed: "Probably the plan involves us ending up in an insignificant legion stuck in the outer lands. And then we'll be sacrificed in some useless battle."

The ogre was less quick-witted than the gargoyle, and took some moments to process his response.

"Or," he finally said, "we will grow into a great force and win a decisive victory. Legions in the outer lands can do that." He didn't really know if that was true.

"I suppose." Drex sounded noncommittal.

They were now turned away from the marsh vista, the wind at their backs, as they watched the conference in the tower's center. The larger of the two central figures wore a full helmet and a large, sweeping cape, making it difficult to discern its form, only that it was giant and masculine and commanding. It was, in fact, their commander – one of the legendary Titans.

The other central figure wore a robe and had large, feathered wings. It glowed with a shimmering light that masked its features, as it hovered before the Titan. It seemed that it was never in an exact place, like it was constantly shifting in space, but maybe that was a trick of the light. Zugg recognized that it was an Angel, a servitor of the Titan, and was awestruck by it.

Drex, however, was not finished with the ogre, and rasped into his ear, "But even if we end up in a large legion, it will do us little good. We'll be the ones in front in the first battle. The first to go."

Zugg was starting to get an inkling of Drex's game, and slowly searched his mind for a comeback. He thought of something he had heard about, a magical item.

"Not if they give us some of those amulets of healing."

Drex cackled loudly, and alternately raised one and then the other clawed foot in a kind of agitated dance. It was evident that Zugg's comment was very amusing.

"Amulets? You think they will give us amulets?" The cackling did not cease and Zugg sighed heavily as Drex prattled on. "Titans won't get but a few amulets in the course of even a long campaign, and believe me they will give them to the minotaurs and dragons. Characters like you and me? We're just fodder to feed their ambitions. Wup, look lively now."

This last comment was because the central group had dispersed, and the Angel and one of the centaurs were now headed their way. The Titan and the rest of the characters were descending into the tower depths.

"They split us up!" Drex cried bitterly. "That is the worst way to form a legion. We are already doomed and the campaign hasn't even begun."

Zugg wanted to tell the gargoyle to shut up, but there was no need. Drex became silent as soon as the Angel was near. Behind it, the centaur marched primly, hooves clopping on the rooftop stone.

The Angel shimmered before them. It spoke – Zugg could not determine if the Angel had a gender – in a voice that sounded like music and could not be ignored.

"You will come with me."

And then it turned and floated to the center of the tower top, where a stairwell descended to the next level down. Drex immediately flew after it, wide, leathery wings flapping, gusting air into the startled faces of the ogre and the centaur, air that was slightly less cold then the wind that swept the tower top, and that carried a faint stench.

The centaur turned toward Zugg and gave a little formal bow at his human waist.

"I am Swifthoof, I look forward to working together," he said, and then trotted off after the disappearing Angel and gargoyle.

Zugg, the slowest of the four, followed as fast as he could. Fear lingered in him, a leftover from his unpleasant conversation with Drex, but he also felt a thrill of anticipation. As he entered the darkened stairwell and began his descent, he thought to himself: and now, the adventure begins!


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