The Greed of Kronos

What do I look like?

Six: What do I look like?

Kronos Azvameth

Quite a befitting name for someone as cool as Dylan. Of course, he was always being praised by the people around him. But praising himself was much more powerful for him as he was already building his self-esteem at an early age.

After the ceremony, they then headed towards the small dining room and shared the humble feast by themselves. Kronos, on the other hand, was being imprisoned in his crib as he was drooling with the smell of the food. How could they let him suffer himself alone? He, too, wanted to eat a whole chicken leg! They were being like that towards him because he does not cry without a reason. That was why Kronos made a reason to cry and shouted at the top of his lungs.

The reason, you ask? He’s bored.

With him throwing a tantrum, he successfully got out of his crib and chugged his only food, breastmilk. Kronos was not complaining. Hethera was eating everything she prepared on the table and, that means that the milk was from the chicken leg, too. If he would just think of chicken leg while drinking, the milk would surprisingly taste like one.

In a span of ten months after being named, Kronos can finally eat soft foods and drink water, but Hethera would occasionally feed him breast milk as it would still be the most nutritious food a baby would consume. His father, Demiris, on the other hand, never left the village after Kronos was named. They lived peacefully as they watched Kronos grow. From being a small baby to a big one, he could already blabber and walk too. Kronos wanted to say something, but his tongue was twisted. That was why he chose to stay silent rather than talking like a child.

There were many things that were running around Kronos’ little mind. However, the only one that stood out was the question, ‘What do I look like?’

Hethera was a beauty. With hair as white as snow, eyes that looked like a piece of emerald shining under the moonlight, a porcelain skin, and an elegant-looking body, she was called as the goddess of the village.

Demiris, on the other hand, was a handsome-looking husband. He has golden hair and ocean eyes similar to the people Kronos knew in his past life. His physique was well-built, and his face seemed to be on par with the perfect face ratio.

With the two of them overflowing with beauty, the villagers once thought that they were some runaway nobles. But how could it be possible when his father traveled far away to kidnap a high priest and earned money to buy him a name. Simply put, they were just good-looking.

But what does he really look like? Does he look like his mother or his father? He could not see himself because there was once that Kronos took a walk and checked his home but there were no mirrors in the house.

When he could not finally contain his curiosity, Kronos stood up from his crib and scowled. ‘Skia.’

As soon as Kronos called out in his mind, a gust of thick shadow rushed through the window that made it to rattle as if a storm was outside before it opened forcefully, making the curtains dance under the afternoon daylight.

When the train of shadow successfully entered Kronos’ room, it then took its shape as a small puppy. “You called, Master?”

‘I told you not to make an f*****g entrance like that.’ Kronos replied as he gripped for the rails of his crib. He could barely stand off with a support as his legs were still not that strong. The reason why he could walk was because Skia was assisting him anyway.

Hearing this, Skia’s ears dropped as he whined. “Apologies, master, it’s just that the main door is being protected by the barrier master’s mother made. I can only get inside using the window.”

‘Barrier my mother made? Does it mean the Goddess statue on the top of my door? Makes sense. Ghosts are afraid of divine creatures.’

And with that thought, Kronos shook his head and looked at Skia. ‘Whatever. Bring me a f*****g mirror.’

Being told that, Skia then perked up and replied enthusiastically before taking to shape again and flying from the widely opened window. “Right away, master!”

If only he knew that Skia could provide him everything, then he should have ordered him a mirror from the start-

“I got the mirror you wanted, master!”

THAT WAS FAST!

Contrary to Kronos’ expectation, Skia really got him a mirror and placed it inside his crib. And with that, Kronos finally saw what he looked like.

His judging eyes were ocean blue; as Kronos was staring intensely, it was especially sparky at that moment. He was still a child, yet he could see how his nose was pointed and long. He also had a few strands of hair that were lightly littered on his forehead. His hair… Having the color of a fresh snow; light and pale, his wavy hair that had a good trim made Kronos to open his thin lips agape.

‘Was I really this handsome? I looked divine. Like no one wasn’t even worthy to look upon me.’

As it was an accidental open thought, Skia, of course, heard it. But he pretended that he did not.

“Ahem. Master. I will take the mirror and leave. Your first birthday is fast approaching.” Skia interrupted him as he was staring at the mirror for almost an hour.

Feeling embarrassed, Kronos shifted his gaze towards him and scowled. ‘Right. My shitty birthday is tomorrow. I need to f*****g sleep early or else my face would be a disaster.’

With that being said, Skia consumed the mirror and positioned himself to sleep above Kronos. Kronos, on the other hand, was still fantasizing about his handsome appearance. He would often comment how an albino species was lucky to have such appearance. Now, he’s an albino himself, what a gift.

And so, Kronos drifted off to sleep peacefully without knowing how his birthday party would turn into a disaster.