R.C. Tales

Seated on a rock by the eternal fire. Not Stolen! Loki; yes him, with glinting eyes that were filled with mischief. “Now, my dear listeners, today’s tale isn’t about your ordinary squabble between gods and mortals. Oh no, this is the Gigantomachy, the war where the gods squared off against some very, very angry Giants. And believe me, these weren’t your garden-variety big folk. No, these were monstrosities with jagged stone skin, fire in their eyes, and a penchant for destruction. If you think I’m chaotic, well, they’d make me look like a house macaque. Hey is that a word? Whatever!” He leaned forward, lowering his voice to a playful whisper. “So, why the battle? Well, the Giants, born of Gaia herself yes, Mother Earth, thought they could kick the Olympians off their shiny little thrones. Typical. You give someone a little height, and they think they’re rulers of the cosmos.” Straightening up, Loki gestured grandly. “And then there was Zeus. Ah, that old lightning guy yes, I’ll ...

Loki, seated by a roaring eternal fire, smirks and waves a hand as if drawing you closer. “Dear listeners, today I’m going to tell you five stories about gods or as I like to call them, fakies , fighting somebody. That’s all they do, isn’t it? Fight, pretend to be noble, and then cry when everything falls apart. But don’t worry, I’m not here to glorify them. I’ll tell you what really happened. Let’s start with the Titanomachy . Sounds like a time between titans and mechs, Titan 'o Machy Clock. Doesn’t it? It’s just a fancy word for ‘family dispute.’ A tale of betrayal, thunder, and a throne soaked in fear. Shall we?” The Titanomachy Loki pokes the fire lazily, watching sparks rise into the air. “Ah, the Titans! A bit like me, ambitious, powerful, and more than a little chaotic. They thought their reign eternal, unshakable. But that’s the thing about power: it breeds rebellion. Cronus, their so-called king, was a fool who thought he could escape fate by devouring his children. A cl...

 Long ago, before the gods of Olympus, Asgard, or Heaven ruled the realms, there existed a hidden place between the folds of chaos and order. This realm, known as Kreion , was the forge of destiny, where all threads of life were spun, woven, and cut. Three ancient beings, the Moirae , presided over it—Clotho, the Spinner; Lachesis, the Weaver; and Atropos, the Cutter. Together, they governed the fates of mortals and gods alike. But fate, as it turned out, could not be controlled so easily. It began when Clotho, while spinning the threads of life, discovered a single thread unlike any other. It shimmered with a dark, almost ethereal glow, pulsing with an energy that seemed to resist her touch. It was not mortal, nor godly, but something in between. “What is this?” she whispered, her voice echoing through the vast halls of Kreion. Her sisters approached. Lachesis, her fingers skilled in weaving the tapestry of existence, studied the thread closely. “It is unyielding,” she said, her b...

 Hello, and welcome to R.C. Tales , a corner of the internet where mythology, fiction, and creativity collide! My name is Rudra Chaprana., and I’m excited to share my journey as a storyteller with you. This blog is more than just a platform for sharing stories it's a gateway into worlds of wonder, conflict, and imagination. Every tale you’ll find here is crafted with a love for mythology, a fascination with cosmic balance, and a deep desire to explore what makes us human. Why  This Blog? I believe storytelling is a powerful way to connect with people, to inspire them, and to explore ideas that transcend time and culture. This blog serves as a space where I can share my passion for writing, test ideas, and build a community of readers who enjoy thought-provoking stories. If you’re someone who loves mythology, complex characters, and epic tales, you’re in the right place! What’s Next? To kick things off, I’ll be posting a few original short stories that tie into the themes of Th...