Hades, god of the underworld was not always so hateful and full of spite. He was once like his brothers Poseidon and Zeus, happy and joyful. He played, and loved, and danced, and was truly pleased with the life he lived. Like any little boy Hades looked up to his father Cronus and told himself each and every night that he wanted to be just like him. He loved his father more then anything and would do everything possible to please him. But his love for his brothers was a different story. Some would say he was jealous of them, and others would say that he actually hated him. But no one certainly understood what he was feeling inside.
He pressured himself to be the best at everything because he thought that would make his father proud. But his brothers would always beat him in almost everything and Hades would come in dead last. Every time his brothers won, Cronus would give them extravagant gifts. Poseidon had once gotten his own golden chariot, with the fastest and strongest horses and Zeus received his very own Pegasus. And every time Hades lost, hate grew in his heart. He knew his brothers didn’t love his father like he did and he started to question if even Cronus knew his love for him! Maybe he loved his brothers more. No! He wouldn’t let himself believe what his thoughts kept telling him. He couldn’t, it would kill him inside. Just the thought nearly made him pass out. His love for his father was unlike any other; no one loved their father as much as he did. It was unconditional love.
The full moon was the day that Cronus put his sons to the ultimate test. He made obstacle courses nearly impossible. Not one of them had completed the course yet. Hades knew that in order to make his father proud that he needed to accomplish the impossible. Hades did everything in his power to complete the task. He dodged knives, swords, spears, arrows, anything that came his way he got passed it. Then finally he made it to the end, his watery eyes staring into those of...