Monarch of Lightning

The training ground Gaea had chosen was a secluded clearing high on a mountainside, surrounded by towering pines and boulders. The early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled light onto the forest floor. I stood barefoot in the cool grass, watching as Gaea moved around me with a grace that seemed to belong more to the earth than to any living creature.

Gaea's voice was calm but powerful, carrying an ancient wisdom that I couldn't quite wrap my mind around. "Each immortal is born with a connection to a single divine element. That element becomes their anchor, their first and most fundamental power," she explained, her fingers trailing through the air as if tracing invisible lines of energy. "But as they grow, train, and learn, they can expand, gaining new divinities through understanding and discipline."

I nodded, processing her words as best as I could. "So… divinity isn't set in stone? You can grow into more power?"

"Precisely." Gaea smiled, a glint of pride in her eyes. "A god's power is as vast or as limited as their will and discipline allow it to be. Now tell me, do you know what kind of god you are? What Domains do you have."

 "Lightning, Storms, and the Sky." I answered. I saw something in her eyes when I mentioned the last one. Right she was married to Ouranous, from what I read about him that guy was a real dick. 

She shook her head. "We shall start with Lightning, I want you to find that connection within you, the divinity that lies dormant. Close your eyes and call upon it. Command it as an extension of yourself."

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and trying to sense… something. It was odd, as if I were trying to find an extra limb or muscle I'd never used before. I concentrated, feeling deep within, and there—just below the surface of my awareness—I felt a faint, pulsing current. It felt like static electricity tingling along my skin, warm and crackling just under the surface. I tried to guide it out as I imagined it flowing through the veins in my body. 

"Good," Gaea's voice was steady, she seemed to have sensed a difference in my body. "Now, draw it forth, let it flow into your hand."

I raised my hand, letting the feeling rise from inside me, focusing on that little pulse. A flicker of a gold spark danced at my fingertips, and before I knew it, it grew to cover my entire hand, I tried to control it, mold it into a manageble form. To my relieve the electricity condensed and extended into a spear of pure lightning, it was about 6ft in length and it crackled with energy.

I opened my eyes, staring at my hand, and laughed. "I… I actually did it!"

Gaea smiled, her eyes twinkling with pride. "You are really talented, my child. You already managed to bring your power out and mold it as you saw fit. Now try to release it, see what happens."

"Alright, lets us see what happens when I let this puppy fly." I said to myself as I thought of the perfect way to throw it when I remembered the lesson Zeus gave Thor in Love and Thunder. It also explained many art and statues of zeus throwing lightning. "Point and throw." 

Gaea was silent as she watched as I took a stance, as I pointed toward a distant tree. As I exhaled, I brought the thunderspear back and threw it as hard as I could... and I regretted it. The spear tore through everything in its path leaving a good size hole in several trees before enbedding into stone, cracking it as it disapated. 

Gaea stepped forward again, she waved her hand and my damage to her trees where fixed. "You are indeed powerful, young one. But remember—don't let power cloud your judgment."

She bent down, picking up a handful of dried leaves and holding them in front of me. "Consider electricity as a force within nature. It exists in all things. It can spark life or bring death. It moves with speed beyond comprehension, but only along the paths that allow it."

I listened closely as she spoke, feeling her words like layers of meaning woven into each spark that crackled at my fingertips.

"Electricity always seeks a path," she continued, her voice measured. "It travels from one point to another, finding its way along the path of least resistance. Remember that it can be as gentle as it is deadly. You must respect that balance."

I nodded, trying to internalize the wisdom she was offering. Lightning was energy, yes, but it was more than just raw power. It could light the dark as easily as it could scorch the land. The thought was humbling. I wasn't just a storm god. I was something more—something that could illuminate or destroy.

"Thank you, Grandmother," I said, bowing my head slightly. "I understand."

Gaea smiled, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Good. Remember what I have told you, and wield your power not just with strength, but with wisdom."

I took one last look at the smoldering tree I'd struck, the faint scent of burnt wood filling the air. My Thunderspear was marked down by the system under my Divine Lightning. I watched her leave in a flurry of leaves as I continued to train. I will need to have all the practice that I can before rushing to go save my siblings. 

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The years passed in a relentless, unbroken routine of training. Every day, I pushed myself harder than the last, testing every limit, breaking each boundary as soon as I discovered it. I trained from dawn till dusk and often well into the night, constantly improving, refining, and mastering every skill I could tap into. Hundred years passed by very quickly, a hundred years, that is how long it took me to master all my powers.

Lightning was, of course, the first power I honed. Its raw, destructive force was exhilarating, but it was its subtleties that intrigued me. I learned to call it not just in violent storms but in gentle, controlled pulses. I could summon bolts that were as fine as threads or as massive as pillars, choosing between incineration and precision, between brute force and control. Over time, the lightning began to respond to me like an old friend—predictable, almost eager.

The skies followed next, then the storms. My connection to them was natural, like a second heartbeat. On clear days, I could feel the clouds waiting beyond the horizon, the potential for a storm always simmering under the surface. I trained to move storms over mountains, across valleys, bringing rain and thunder wherever I wished. The clouds became an extension of my will, responding with both fury and grace.

Teleportation… that took patience. I focused first on the natural teleportation, honing my spatial sense, learning the feel of shifting from one place to another without disrupting the space I left behind. Eventually, I layered in my lightning. That allowed me to move at the speed of light itself, flickering between locations in less than an instant. The thrill of this new mastery was addictive; I could be anywhere, everywhere, within moments.

Telepathy and telekinesis took some concentration but came easily once I caught the rhythm. By reaching out with my mind, I could feel the thoughts and emotions of those around me—a new form of perception, just as vivid as sight or sound. Telekinesis was similarly intuitive, just another way to extend my will. I found I could lift boulders, reshape rivers, and even shift small mountains without breaking a sweat.

Shapeshifting became almost like a game. I started with animals—the sleek movement of a panther, the power of a lion, the grace of an eagle. Then, I moved to people, taking on the forms of friends, strangers, even the forms I imagined others would hold if they were gods. Each form felt natural, as if the essence of life itself was flowing into my being, adapting to my will.

Finally, I learned to enhance my body with divinity itself. By layering divine energy into my bones, my muscles, my very being, I became faster, stronger, more resilient than I ever thought possible. My divinity wasn't just a power I wielded—it was part of me, fusing with every cell, every fiber.

Many of these skills came to me as if I'd known them all along, and I couldn't help but feel I was made for this. Maybe whoever had chosen me, had a good reason. I wasn't the Zeus from legend; I was something new—someone ready to surpass the limitations of the past.