Sorry for the length >_>
The last time they'd met, Zeus had only just grown out of boyhood, and engaged Cronus in a war that ended the Golden Age. Unlike his siblings, however, he hadn't waged war against the Titan out of hatred or because he wanted revenge. The youngest of the Olympians had, instigated by the woman whom he'd called 'mother' then, fulfilled a prophecy; nothing more, nothing less. Although he had won, she hadn't been happy about it. Why? Who knew.
Her silent anger infused with disappointment had been puzzling, but he hadn't dwelt on it for too long before he proceeded to create a new empire in which not a single trace of the old one remained without a care for what his parents thought or wanted. After all, the nymphs and warrior priests, who'd taken care of him, hadn't exactly paid much attention to encouraging the development of altruistic behaviour. Showering the boy with adoration and admiration, they had raised a spoilt little brat who eventually became king of everything.
Knowing what the others would say, Zeus hadn't bothered telling them about this meeting but he hadn't made any effort to keep it secret, either. Besides, by now, they all knew that he'd do what he wanted when he wanted, regardless of what they thought. Millennia flew by, empires turned to dust, but some things never changed.
Mild curiosity stirred, as he stepped into the lecture hall and found Cronus sitting at the desk. Hera and Hades taught here, too, he remembered, as he let his gaze wander across the room. Gods teaching their own histories; there had to be a joke in there somewhere. Just like there had to be one in this meeting.
Two ancient beings related by blood. Two former rulers of empires. Both had gained glory by overthrowing fathers they never got to know. Both had children they never got to know. Both were sons who'd never been real sons and both were fathers who'd never been real fathers.
They were nothing alike.
Pulling up a chair, Zeus settled down and studied the Titan's profile.