Falls of the Hinterlands New Goodbye

"I don't think so," Wraen shook her head. "From what my mom told me... my ancestors believed that there had been several generations of gods. The old ruled and created new ones and than the latter fought for power. Kind of like it happens in life. The king is dead. Long live the king," she said, trying to give a context to the slip about the war that had broken out on one such ocasion of war.

"I do not remember it entirely, but I think that this time it was giants fighting the Olympian gods, who had seized the power just recently. Giants dwelled on Earth and the gods lived in Heaven, therefore they try to reach them there by piling up mountain atop mountain and they managed to pile up a third one, when the big boss Zeus struck them with the lightening bolts and threw them in Tartarus - that's kind of hell, but worse," Wraen finished, not feeling entirely satisfied with what she had told. The story was like a patchwork blanket, roughly sewn together. But that is the way of the story being passed over from one person to the next. Every story teller misses something and adds something new.