: P H I L O M E L O S :
The oak coloured titan took a while to open his brown eyes. The boy struggled to open them, but he finally massed to. Groggily, he let his body leave the earth, shaking his pelt of the dirt he felt on his front legs and back legs. Strangely, he didn't have any dreams. It was almost like they had been stolen from him. He always had dreams, that of his brother or their past. Where did they go? The boy wasn't sure, but as he shook out his fur, he saw feathers floating to the ground. Feathers? What in the world were they from? His timber coloured orbs took to the sky as he worried gazed around. Had a bird lost its feathers and died? Philomelos carefully gazed around, but couldn't find the source of the feathers.

That was until he suddenly gazed down, seeing feathers coming from his legs. "What the hell?" he spoke, a little louder than he wanted. However, once he scratched at them, he noticed how beautiful they were. Eyes widening from the suspense, he whipped his head around. Just wait until his brother heard about this! Ploutos would be jealous.. maybe scared? After all, he had feathers. And they didn't seem to be coming off. How could this be happening? Was it because of the magical burst from the ground? But what had caused it? Philomelos wanted to know some answers, but he just didn't know where to look. He had feathers.

"Feathers," he repeated and shook his head, letting his rump hit the earth. "I have feathers,"