Chronos Jr.

Chronos Junior was the younger of Jupiter’s sons. Although he was a God and the most powerful, Jupiter didn’t know that the whiny baby on Saturn’s lap would be the last of his offspring. Certainly he would get grandchildren soon, but not anymore a son whom he could bring up as a proper God. He was moreover sorry because the newborn did not look like any other divinity and lacked in bravery and insight. His brothers could already talk fluently in Greek and Latin as soon as they were born, and their bodies exhibited clear muscles’ configurations. Chronos Jr. lay weeping all day long on Saturn’s lap. No one had heard him saying not even a word – so that the idea was spreading that the last of Jupiter’s sons was deaf, dumb and idiot. The Almighty God sat all day long on his throne and, despite never hearing such a murmur, had the same worry nested like a warm in his head. “What could be wrong with him? Could a God be such a disgraceful creature?” and moreover, “could the most powerful of the Gods give birth to such a shame?” He thought locked by himself in his rooms. At birth, Chronos weighed 6,17 lbs. Nowadays we would say that he was a premature baby and looked exactly like any other puppy of animal, not certainly like a divine elected one. As Jupiter was brought his son to see the day he was born, he did not say a word and thanked his subordinates for their remarkable service. That day uncanniness entered the divine palace. He never asked to see his newborn again. It would suffice to stroll along the corridor and from there hear the loud merciless screams. After a month the highest ranks asked permission to meet the king. They prayed him to be compassionate either with them or with the baby and give an end to the unreasonable and desperate situation – might it also be a tragic end. No one at palace could sleep anymore and thousands of candles would light up the realm at night as if the sun were gleaming. There was no rest, no pity – expressed the highest priests and the warriors to the Almighty God. Jupiter listened without ever interrupting the lament. “I have heard you and will take action” – was all what he said afterwards. For a month Jupiter had never slept. As soon as the highest ranks left the regal room his head began lolling down and he was almost to fall asleep – but the loud whining or only the echo in his memory wouldn’t stop, keeping him awake. As a matter of fact he had no strengths to take any action. The castle, the entire realm was suffering from insomnia – light on it sprang like a restless cry. And light was torturing him at night while wandering the corridors. “Why?” kept him awake like a doorbell – a lamp – a molest mind. Never the buzzing scream would cease. Who suffers from insomnia never stops lighting up candles also during the day – living in perennial infinity. The Almighty God turned and turned in his bed like thunder and lightning. He stood up at once and walked the long corridor. The cry was getting louder and louder. He stopped at the door where his child screamed and wept. He knocked at the door. Then he just sprang it open. The baby was there – as tiny and fragile as on the day of birth – with his mouth wild open, no teeth and the mad cry. “My son,” he said – “why do you cry?” Chronos Jr. replied: “I’m not crying – I’m calling and celebrating – today I was born and no one minds.” The king went to the window and opened the bars: “My people – today also we received a child and for the first time.” There was much sparkling of swords and shields. They thought Jupiter must be maddening and he was killed without any pity. There are two traditions of thought then. One believes that Chronos Jr. grew up into a strong man. He had a son to whom he gave name Jupiter Jr. This was as powerful as the grandfather had been – he gave birth to a son – whom he also named Chronos Jr. and the story repeated itself exactly like once had been. Also Jupiter Jr. was killed on the day he celebrated his son’s birth. But there is another tradition – which certainly rivals the more accredited myth. The day Jupiter entered his son’s room to have him stop crying and untimely celebrate his birth, a turmoil spread all around the city. It was actually a Feiertag. In that day it was established the end of the old realm and the birth of the new one. But there was not much of a difference between the two realms, nor were the higher ranks and the God himself deposed. They remained there like in a card game, although their power was suspended. King Jupiter brought lot of luck to anyone to come.