The Dread Princess

by Ameliar1199

Summary:

New daughter of Persephone claimed whilst many others on missions to prevent a new foe from rising.

Chapter 1: The Princess of the Underworld

Child of The Dread Queen

As Nico and Hazel shadow-travelled away from the wreckage of the battlefield, they soon noticed that they had landed where they needed to be. Which was in the Cypress area of San Bernardino. Stepping out of the shadows between buildings onto Hibiscus Street, they soon noticed where their half-sister was.

“Did you see the name on the street sign?” Nico asked Hazel.

“Merde, Hibiscus- really Persephone. Very funny” Hazel quipped.

“Tell me she didn’t name the child after a flower.” Nico looked at the information on the card that he was given when he left the battlefield.

“Even better, the surname is a flower” Nico quipped.

“Flores, isn’t it?” Hazel noted.

They were discussing her abilities and who could train her. Following the directions provided by the Justice League, they arrived at a bungalow painted white. In the garden in front of the house was a large white poplar tree, and along the front of the garden was a row of violet and asphodel flowers. Nico nodded to Hazel, indicating that they had found the correct house. They walked up to the red door and pressed the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal a middle-aged man with muddy brown eyes that reflected his wealth of experience. His chestnut brown hair was cut short, resembling a military style. Hazel observed that his hands were covered in dirt, suggesting he had been gardening all day and had not yet had the opportunity to wash them.

“Sir, we are demigods, here about your daughter. I’m Nico di Angelo, a son of Hades.” Nico explains.

“And I’m Hazel Levesque, a daughter of Pluto” Hazel informs him.

“Ahhh I’m Javier Flores and you are telling me the Greco-Roman Pantheon is still around? Oh, dear me and I slept with a goddess then who gave me Raquel.”

“Absolutely true, Javier. Raquel’s mother is our stepmother.” Nico tells him.

“Let me grab her, so you can explain who her mother is. She always wanted to know”, Javier offers as he walks upstairs.

Upon his return downstairs, an adolescent with chestnut brown hair and gentle facial features appeared, characterized by eyes that burned a vivid pomegranate red and sparkled with curiosity.

She sat down and announced, “So my mother is Queen of the Underworld. Which is as much as my dad was willing to tell me about this whole issue. I’m Raquel Flores by the way. What are your names?”

“I’m Hazel Levesque, a daughter of Pluto and he is Nico di Angelo, a son of Hades”

“So, you two are siblings then, and guessing you will accept me as a sister?” Raquel asks

“We are here to take you to camp, so that you can defend yourself within the mythological world. But also, we have a gift for you from your mother.”

“Ooh, what is it?” Raquels says as she looks intrigued by the bracelet that Nico is wearing, but also intrigued by the pendant that Hazel is wearing

"To clarify, the pendant around my neck is a returning Stygian Iron sword. These swords can only be wielded by demigods whose parents are from the underworld," Hazel explains.

Nico explains, "The bracelet is a shield made of celestial bronze. It collapses into a bracelet by pressing the violet charm on the shield and expands when the asphodel is pressed."

Hazel smiled warmly. "You're one of us now, Raquel. You'll learn to harness your powers and understand your heritage. The camp will be a safe place for you to grow and train."

Javier looked at his daughter with pride. "You've always been special, Raquel. Now you know why."

Raquel ponders and then wants to know if she has any powers and if she would be able to return at the end of the summer to her home.

“Of course you can return at summer. The powers will vary, but shadow travel is one thing that all children of the Underworld excel at.”

Javier asks, “What’s shadow travel?”

Nico explains that they can travel through shadows and find their way using shadows.

“Oh gods, she’s already a prankster. It will be even worse.” Javier deadpans

“So, when you’re ready. Let us know and we can transport you to camp” Nico tells Raquel

“Can you take items with shadow travel.” Raquel ponders

“Indeed, so have you got a suitcase.” Hazel asks her

“I have it packed.” Raquel tells Nico and Hazel.

Raquel stood up, her eyes blazing with excitement. "Let's go. I'm ready to embrace my destiny."

While they waited for Raquel, Javier inquired whether any other pantheons existed. Nico informed him that he was aware of the existence of the Norse and Egyptian Pantheon but would not be surprised if numerous other pantheons were present as well. At that moment, Raquel entered the room abruptly and exclaimed, “Take me to the camp.”

Nico and Hazel promptly bid farewell to Javier. Nico proceeded to the dimmest corner of the room and summoned Raquel to join him, holding hands and collecting her suitcase. Shortly thereafter, he vanished into the shadows with Hazel.

---

 

They then appeared in front of the Big House at Camp Half-Blood, giving Chiron a good old scare.

"Nico, could you please introduce your companion?" Chiron inquired.

"I will allow her to provide the introduction herself, though I must advise against provoking her mother based on my own experiences," Nico replied calmly.

A gathering of demigods had formed, captivated by the unfolding interaction.

"My name is Raquel Flores, and I am aware of my mother's identity, Chiron," Raquel stated.

Before long, she was enveloped in a violet radiance, revealing an image of a pomegranate encircled by bat wings. Observing this phenomenon, all the onlookers present at the campsite respectfully knelt.

Chiron announced, “Hail Raquel Flores. Daughter of Persephone. Goddess of Spring, Queen of the Underworld. The Dread Queen.”

Chiron then asks, “Which cabin will you stay in whilst yours is constructed.”

Raquel answers, “The Underworld Cabin, which seems to be the lovely dark one with the number 13 above it. However, do you remember a time when mortals and demigods did not dare to utter my mother’s name”

Chiron then decided, “Alice, can you get Nyssa please so she can give Raquel a tour.”

Alice pipes up in the affirmative. Nico explains that Mr D is also the god Dionysus, who then appears strolling casually from the Big House as soon as the commotion is over.

“Hello Rochelle Fuegos. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. I guess.” He tells her

“Well, someone is moody, and did you hear who my mother was. Maybe good to not anger her”

She was soon informed that Dionysus was present as a form of punishment. She then noticed a muscular girl with tan skin and brown eyes, adorned with a bandana. Turning to Chiron, she inquired, "To whom am I providing a tour?"

Chiron indicates Raquel and informs Nyssa that she is a daughter of Persephone. He further elaborates that upon completing her training, she may have the opportunity to join the Warriors.

Nyssa asks, “What will be your codename if you do join?”

Raquel responded, "What leads you to believe that I will not participate? Please reserve the codename 'Dread' for me."

Nyssa guides her away from the gathered crowd of demigods and starts her tour of Camp Half-Blood.

Chapter 2: Dread's Guide

Summary:

Quietness at the manor.

As Nyssa began to guide Raquel around the camp, she was brought along to where the cabins resided and Nyssa pointed out that all cabins after Number 12 were added due to Percy’s reward due to her role in the Second Titanomachy.

“What’s the Second Titanomachy?” Raquel asks Nyssa

“The Second Titanomachy is when the Titan of Time tried twisting people towards his ideas and raze Olympus. He almost succeeded in his desires.” Nyssa explains succinctly.

Nyssa guides Raquel through the Green towards the archery range and explains that only one demigod has a lifetime ban from the Archery Range. “How?” Raquel questions.

“If we see her, you can ask her.” Nyssa explains and tells the tale of how often Chiron ended up within an arrow in his tail due to a certain sea demigod.

Nyssa led Raquel towards the armoury, where she showed Raquel the variety of weapons. However, she also explained that many of the cabins held weapons, which were more inclined with the godly parent’s aspects. “For example, many weapons in Cabin Three are oceanic in origin. Or withing Cabin Thirteen, all weapons were made of Stygian Iron, since that was the cabin for Hades.”

“Oh, I don’t need a weapon, I have one. Mom had it made for me” Raquel tells Nyssa. Raquel then pulls on her necklace which shows a long sword made of black iron, which Nyssa knew instantly was Stygian Iron. “Wow, pretty sword” Nyssa commented.

Raquel was then led to the lake, where she noticed many humanlike figures made from water lived, but somehow knew they were naiads. Nyssa then guided her up the hill, towards the Pine Tree, which was called Thalia’s Pine and how Peleus slept underneath the tree to protect the Golden Fleece and Camp Half-Blood.

They both sprinted down the hill and towards the woods, which lead to an open-air arena. Before opening the arena, Nyssa paused to listen to any clashing noises. However, she noticed that the end of Melodrama seemed to be playing and that the clanging metals came from Tridents.

Soon, she grabbed a megaphone and announced

“Avery, Clarisse, Annabeth or Will- get your arses down here. I’m not dealing with this aftermath between Percy and Thalassa.” She declared.

Raquel soon notices Avery, with her striking red hair styled in an undercut and captivating ruby eyes, is sprinting towards the arena. Her cowboy attire includes a black straw cowboy hat that adds a touch of rugged charm. As they run, the emerald ring on their finger catches the light, creating a vivid contrast against their outfit. Avery greets Nyssa, “My fiancée is at it again, right”

“Fiancée?” Raquel questions.

“Yes, don’t worry. I have this under control” Avery tells Nyssa.

"Good luck" Nyssa answers, with a grin on her face.

---

 

Nyssa finishes her tour given to Raquel, when they are greeted by two ladies running down the hair. One tall, slim, muscular, but with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, that seem to encourage mischief. The other one, shorter, with ivory skin and brooding brown eyes, the definition of calmness.

Raquel asks Nyssa, who is that coming over the hill into camp. Nyssa explains that they are two legacies, one of the Sun God, and one from Balance. “Names have power, saying a deity’s name allows them to listen into you. But now I am going to have you speak to Annabeth, our chief architect about how your cabin looks.”

Soon, Nyssa leaves Raquel with Annabeth, tan skin and curly blond hair and tells her that the Queen of the Underworld needs a cabin and this is her daughter. Annabeth smiles politely and welcomes Raquel to Camp Half-Blood. They sit down and discuss how her cabin should look, and what symbols work.

She notices that the girls run towards their respective cabins, before taking a bag towards Aphrodite’s cabin. “What’s with the suits” Raquel ponders.

Annabeth explains that the Warriors each have a special suit that was designed between the Hephaestus and Aphrodite cabins. Annabeth assumes that Steph and Cass are here, likely to get their suits adjusted.

 

---

 

Peeking into the arena Raquel notices two young ladies are engaged in a fierce trident spar. Percy, with her lean physique, oceanic green eyes, and raven black hair, moves with agility and precision. Her opponent, Thalassa, has caramel blond hair and striking sea blue eyes, and she matches Percy's skill with her own graceful and powerful movements. The clash of their tridents echoes through the arena as they demonstrate their prowess and determination in this intense battle. Within an instant, Percy stops sparring, and stares lovingly at the woman walking in.

Avery plonks the Cowboy Hat on Percy’s hat, much to Thalassa’s annoyance. Thalassa does not stop complaining until they reach the cabin, that their spar wasn’t longer. Everyone notices this, since the water within the lake moves as its angered.

 

---

 

Alfred wandered through the manor, noticing an unusual quietness that made the atmosphere feel eerie. The silence was unsettling, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. As he continued his search, he stumbled upon a note left by Steph and Cass. The note indicated that they had gone to Camp Half-Blood, explaining their absence. Despite the explanation, the manor's stillness continued to weigh heavily on Alfred, leaving him with a sense of unease.

Peering into one of the manor’s many rooms, he recognised the statuesque build of Jason draped over a chair. Jason slowly turned, with book in hand, which seemed to be well worn.

Notes:

Posts will likely be every Friday.

Thalassa is a daughter of Amphitrite who is from Boston

Chapter 3: Manor Antics and Council Chaos

Summary:

Tim and Jason chat about mythology.

Bruce and Dick are exhausted from fighting monsters.

Percy goes bridal shopping.

Steph, Cass, and Connor plan a prank on Percy.
Percy is amused by the prank.

Cabin councillors discuss hero assignments and upcoming challenges.

Tim was wondering through the manor, when he peered into the room and asked Jason, “What ya doing?”

“Brushing up on my mythology, Caffeine junkie” Jason replies with a smirk.

He shows Tim the book that is spread across his lap. From the cover, Tim notices that it focuses on more than just the Olympian Council. Jason also patiently explains that Gods can be very vengeful, if not given proper respect. "Quite a few nasty curses," Jason declares. He flips to a page that details the story of Narcissus, a young man who was cursed by the goddess Nemesis. Narcissus was known for his extraordinary beauty and his disdain for those who loved him. Nemesis, angered by his arrogance, cursed him to fall in love with his own reflection. Unable to look away, Narcissus eventually wasted away, consumed by his own vanity.

Tim listens intently, fascinated by the tale. "That's intense," he says, shaking his head. Jason nods in agreement. "It's a reminder that the gods don't take kindly to arrogance," he says. "Respect is crucial."

 Jason also patiently explains that Gods can be very vengeful, if not given proper respect. “Quite a few nasty curses” Jason declares.

“Where are Steph and Cass” Tim asks Jason

“Oh, they are at camp since they are legacies. I enjoy the peace and quiet to be honest.” Jason announces.

“Bet you do” Tim snickers as he bumps into Bruce and Dick in the Hallway.

Bruce and Dick appeared visibly exhausted. Their steps were deliberately measured but notably slow. Their eyes showed signs of fatigue, burdened by the recent confrontations. Both individuals encountered Mythological Monsters this evening, necessitating reliance on the Warriors. Although inaction proved ineffective, their strict policy against killing prevented them from participating directly in the ensuing conflict.

Tim just nodded, and Jason said, “We were told, we had to kill, but no. Who doesn’t listen to the Warriors.”

Alfred approaches Bruce, carrying a hot tray of tea. “This will soothe your nerves, Master Bruce. Also, next time listen to the Warriors.”

“You could ask Diana” Jason suggests, “She got me these books”

The manor felt very eery, with less noise and chaos about.

---

 

Percy bounds into the Aphrodite Cabin and approaches Piper. She then asks, “Where’s the Yankee bitch”.

“Now, why do you want Drew.” Piper ponders. Suddenly, a young lady, with high cheekbones, luscious dark hair. Also very petite, angrily shouts, “Who is calling me a Yankee bitch” Drew says.

“Oh, just me. We are both New Yorkers, we insult each other” Percy hints.

Percy mentions that she has already contacted her parents to arrange a meeting at a bridal shop. Drew recognizes the importance, as Percy is quite particular about her attire. They subsequently visit several bridal shops accompanied by both of Percy's parents.

Poseidon says that this is the first time in a century, where he has been able to see if child have a future. “By the way, the dress is on me, your budget is unlimited”

“Thank you so much, Dad. Will you walk me down the aisle” Percy asks her father.

“Just let me know the date. I will shift away from my beach bum approach then.”

Sally asks, “Persephone, have you been giving offerings to Hera and Aphrodite so that they endorse this marriage”

“Indeed, half a paella each. I make it myself”

“Is that the godly smell emanating from Cabin Three” Drew asks.

The saleswoman approaches Percy and inquires if she has any preferences regarding her dress. Percy explains that she desires either a backless or low-cut dress that accentuates her lean figure, while specifying that it must feature a train and should not have any gems or rhinestones. The saleswoman asks if these people she bought with her are also here for the consultation. She explains that it’s her mother, her father and her fashionista friend. “I have also bought some jewellery with me, could we work around that as well” Percy asks the saleswoman

“My name is Andrea. What is the budget today” Andrea asks Poseidon

“Hi, I’m Don and I’m her father. I will pay for whatever she picks” Poseidon declares.

Andrea fits Percy with her first dress, that has a low-cut neckline, but does have sleeves, which makes Percy grimace at the look in the mirror. Andrea notices Percy's discomfort and gently adjusts the dress, trying to make it more comfortable. "I know it's not what you're used to, but you look stunning," she says with a reassuring smile. Percy takes a deep breath and nods, trying to muster some confidence. "I guess it's just going to take some getting used to," Percy replies, still feeling a bit uneasy.

She then shows it to her parents and Drew, who comment on the dress. Sally notices that it suits her, but it doesn’t shout you. Drew suggests trying on another dress, whilst Poseidon looks on, and can see the uncertainty in his daughter’s eyes. Percy then tries on a backless dress, that has no train, which she is impressed by. The dress hugs her figure perfectly, accentuating her curves while allowing her to move freely. She admires the way the fabric feels against her skin, soft and luxurious. As she turns to look at herself in the mirror, she can't help but smile at the transformation.

The last dress speaks of royalty, backless, shimmering fabric that moves like the sea, representing her personality. The fabric is a deep, rich shade of blue, reminiscent of the ocean at twilight, with delicate silver threads woven throughout, catching the light and creating a mesmerizing effect. The backless design adds a touch of daring elegance, while the flowing skirt cascades like waves, giving the dress a sense of movement and grace. Intricate embroidery adorns the hem and bodice, featuring patterns inspired by marine life, adding a unique and personal touch to the ensemble. As Percy moves, the dress seems to come alive, reflecting her inner strength and the fluidity of her character.

Andrea steps back, giving Percy space to take in the full effect. "You look absolutely stunning," she says, her voice filled with admiration. Percy blushes, feeling a surge of confidence. "I think this might be the one," she says, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Just then, Sally and Drew walk in, their eyes widening in surprise. "Wow, Percy, you look amazing!" Sally exclaims; her voice filled with pride. Drew nods in agreement, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You look like a movie star," he says, giving her a thumbs up.

Poseidon, who had been quietly observing from the corner, steps forward. "You look beautiful, Percy," he says softly, his eyes filled with love and pride. Percy feels a lump form in her throat, touched by her father's words. "Thank you, Dad," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they all gather around, admiring the dress, Percy feels a sense of accomplishment. She realises that stepping out of her comfort zone wasn't so bad after all. With her family and friends by her side, she knows she can face any challenge that comes her way.

---

Back at Camp Half-Blood, Steph and Cass notice that Percy is gone. They get the bright idea to prank her. They enlist the help of Connor Stoll, who seems hesitant since he has seen Percy get her revenge with her pranks. However, the mischievous glint in Steph and Cass's eyes convinces him to join in.

The trio huddles together, whispering and plotting their prank. They decide to fill Percy's cabin with balloons, each one containing a small amount of shaving foam. As they sneak into the cabin, they giggle quietly, trying to keep their excitement under control. Connor carefully places the balloons around the room, while Steph and Cass work on setting up a trigger that will release the shaving foam when  Percy opens the door.

Once everything is in place, they step back to admire their handiwork. The cabin is filled with colourful balloons, creating a festive yet chaotic scene. They can hardly contain their laughter as they imagine Percy's reaction.

As they leave the cabin, they bump into Avery, who raises an eyebrow at their suspicious behaviour. "What are you three up to?" she asks, crossing her arms. Steph and Cass exchange a guilty look, but Connor steps forward with a grin. "Just a little harmless fun," he says, winking at Avery.

Avery shakes her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You'd better hope Percy doesn't find out it was you," she warns, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice. The trio nods, promising to keep their prank a secret.

Later that day, Percy returns to her cabin, tired but happy after a long day of bridal shopping. As she opens the door, the balloons burst, releasing a cascade of shaving foam. She stands there, covered and stunned, before bursting into laughter. "Alright, who did this?" she calls out, knowing full well who the culprits are.

Steph, Cass, and Connor watch from a distance, trying to stifle their laughter. They know they'll have to watch their backs, but for now, they're just happy to have pulled off a successful prank.

Raquel looks at Percy, who is currently covered in shaving foam. “Should you ever prank Percy”, she asks Nico.

“Good luck, and we are about to have a full-blown Prank War- no will be spared” He explains. That is when they hear the conch horn, calling a meeting of the Cabin Councillors.

---

Sitting around the Ping-Pong table within the Big House, the cabin councillors discuss the need for permanent heroes stationed in cities across the USA.

“I can deal with Boston,” Thalassa announces confidently.

“No, I wanted Boston,” Annabeth complains, crossing her arms.

“I am the local to Boston, but it could use two heroes,” Thalassa argues, her voice firm.

“Only because you want to see your Norse cousin,” Percy snarks, raising an eyebrow.

Miranda suggests, “I think I should take inland, since I have chlorokinesis.”

“What about us Hermes kids?” Connor asks, looking around the table.

Nico turns to Miranda, “Any of your siblings have geokinesis?”

Then, Steph walks in and announces, “I have a message from Jason. Superman is looking at demon babies that take on the form of plants.”

“Miranda, get your cabin to deal with Karpoi,” Percy commands, her tone serious compared to her usual sarcastic manner.

Leo decides, “I must go as well. They cannot stand fire”

Percy then says, “Connor Michael Stoll, be prepared.”

Avery snickers, “Didn’t think I would tell my fiancée now did you? BE READY!”

Annabeth says, “Who pranked Percy? I am not going near Cabin Eleven for a few weeks”

Will also hints that those who get in a prank war with Percy will have to heal the mortal way.

Connor curses under his breath but also points out, “There is a crab claw in front of Percy and Thalassa.”

Chiron asks, “Percy, do you know what this is for?”

Percy answers in the affirmative and questions Thalassa, “When is your 21st birthday?”

“It’s on the 5th of November,” Thalassa answers.

Percy tells Chiron, “She needs to talk to me, since this is a matter of Atlantis. Crabs are sacred to her mother, the Queen of the Seas.”

Lou Ellen notices, “I can sense some disappearing magic surrounding Percy.”

Annabeth looks concerned, “Disappearing magic? What does that mean?”

Lou Ellen shrugs, “I’m not sure, but it’s definitely unusual.”

Percy sighs, “We have a lot to deal with. Let’s stay focused and handle one thing at a time.”

Piper ponders, “What is it with the sea being so protective”

Annabeth elucidates that loyalty is often a fatal flaw among sea children, who are also characterized by possessiveness. Subsequently, Percy touches her temple, unveiling a crown made of coral. Meanwhile, Raquel sat in the meeting, quietly observing the dynamics and procedures of the Camp Council.

“We need a Boule” Clarisse declares.

“Do we even have the chairs for a Boule?” Will asks Chiron.

“I think we have some in storage, even for the new Cabins and also soon for those who reign alongside the Kings” Chiron tells everyone.

Notes:

Coral crown and 21st birthday in Atlantis will have an explanation in the next chapter. Also more on Raquel and how she fits in at Camp Half-Blood

Chapter 4: Halloween and Coronation

Summary:

Percy's Announcement: Percy informs Thalassa about her upcoming coronation as Princess of The Sea.
Thalassa's Feelings: Thalassa feels excited and nervous about the ceremony and the expectations that come with her new title.
Reassurance: Percy reassures Thalassa, promising support from herself and Queen Amphitrite during the event.
Nico and Raquel's Conversation: Nico and Raquel discuss their royal status and the need for formal training in the politics of Olympus and the Underworld.
Warriors' Meeting: A group of warriors discuss the challenges they will face as Halloween approaches.

Coronation

Percy, in the privacy of her cabin, explains the Crab Claw, given to Thalassa, is regarding her coronation as a Princess of The Sea.

“What do you mean Princess of The Sea?” Thalassa asks Percy.

“For example, you have seen my coral crown,” Percy tells Thalassa.

“You are telling me that I get one as well?” Thalassa says with her jaw dropped.

“It’s an entire process of pomp and circumstance. You will also get your royal armour. The armour will be handed to you by Prince Triton. You have your trident on you, right?”

“Yes, I do,” Thalassa says as she yanks on her pendant, which shows her trident- Καταρράκτες.

“You notice how Καταρράκτες has a notch within the socket of the trident, just underneath the tines?”

“Yes, what is it for?” Thalassa ponders.

“Currently there is a pearl there, but once you have your coronation, Queen Amphitrite will have a sapphire to replace the pearl.”

“What else happens at the ceremony?” Thalassa says with a look of curiosity.

“You will be given specially crafted armour that is lightweight and made by sea cyclops.”

“Where is your special armour?” Thalassa questions.

“It’s hidden within the bracelet that I wear.”

Thalassa's eyes widened with excitement and a hint of nervousness. "What will the ceremony be like? Will there be many people?"

Percy smiled reassuringly. "Yes, the entire kingdom will be there to witness your coronation. It's a grand event with music, dancing, and a feast that lasts for days. You'll be the centre of attention, and everyone will celebrate your new role as Princess of The Sea."

Thalassa took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. "It sounds amazing, but also a bit overwhelming. What if I make a mistake?"

Percy placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Thalassa. You'll have me and Queen Amphitrite by your side. We've been through this before, and we'll guide you every step of the way. Just be yourself, and everything will be perfect. You do have to wear the Peplos that will soon appear in your cabin."

Thalassa nodded, feeling a bit more at ease. "Thank you, Percy. I feel better knowing I have your support."

---

 

Percy departs the cabin to allow Thalassa time to consider the significance of being designated a Royal Member of the Sea Kingdom. As she walks through the greenery, she notices Nico and discreetly approaches him for a private conversation.

Let's talk in my cabin," Nico says.

"Bring Raquel as well," Percy tells him.

Waiting within the Hades Cabin is Raquel, who nods at Percy and asks, "Why all this secrecy?"

Nico explains, "Both Percy and I have been declared royalty within our Father's Kingdom."

"Why do you need me?" Raquel asks Nico.

"Simply because of your mother," Nico tells Raquel. "Also, this will be the beginning of your formal training until you turn eighteen."

"Why eighteen, and why do I need formal training?" Raquel says, raising an eyebrow.

“You need formal training to help understand the politics of Olympus and the Underworld” Nico tells Raquel.

“That’s pretty nifty” Raquel smiles.

Nico states that eighteen is considered the age of maturity in the Underworld. He also informs her that she will need to attend Thalassa’s coronation. Hazel then shadows travels into the cabin and asks what everyone is doing.

Percy responds, “We are preparing for Thalassa’s coronation.”

Hazel replies, “Great, I will be there.” She then asks, “Are you also technically a royal of your father’s domain?”

Hazel then properly introduces herself with her titles such as – Hazel Levesque, Daughter of Pluto, Princess of the Underworld, Praetor of the Twelfth Legion, Champion of Hecate, One of the Seven, Tamer of Arion, Defeater of Sciron, Defeater of Pasiphaë, Bane of Clytius, Twice Bane of Alcyoneus, Survivor of the Second Gigantomachy.

“Impressive titles, sis” Nico tells Hazel.

“Aww thanks and yes, I am technically a Princess of the Underworld” Hazel replies.

Raquel is absolutely stunned by the number of titles that demigods could hold and asks Percy about her titles.

“It will take too long” Percy deadpans.

---

Within the Hall of Justice, the warriors and heroes are stood around the ivory table, which has intricate carvings of the League’s many battles. Superman starts the meeting by announcing, “I hate demon fruit babies.”

“What do you mean?” Flash asks the table.

“He means Karpoi,” Hurricane tells everyone.

Shadow informs everyone that the barrier between the mortal realm and the divine world is at its thinnest as Halloween approaches. He further explains that the Underworld Deities are responsible for managing the consequences due to the significant increase in incidents during Halloween. Shadow then says, “Whoever is in the shadows of this room, please step forward.”

The whole Bat-Family who were not legacies stepped out of the shadows to face the warriors and their discussions.

“I don’t want to hear my mother complain again,” one of the Warriors mutters, out of earshot.

The blond warrior should next to her, snickers and slaps her shoulder in response. The warriors, with Hurricane leading the discussion. When suddenly, she is interrupted by Green Lantern, who asks, “Why is there a fruit bat on one of your warrior’s shoulders?”

Scales then gently asks, “Dread, please come forward”

Whispering softly, Batman asks why Dread would be a codename.  Then Red Hood tells him that it was often an epithet used for the Queen of the Underworld, whilst mentioning that Ancient Greeks often refused to say her name, unless you wanted Death to visit. Dread then explains that the bat’s message can only be conveyed once the League, excluding Diana and Orin, have left the building. The League and Warriors finally compile a strategy to ensure a smooth Halloween, so there are no fatal mistakes. The League then disperses excluding Spoiler and Orphan, so that the message can be shared.

Hurricane then asks Dread, "Can you translate the message sent?"

"Certainly, Hurricane. Diana and Orin will face trials on the orders of Pelagios, Aidoneus, Kourotrophos, Praxidike, Cyanopis, and Adrasteia. Their children will select the trials, as no aid was offered during the Second Titanomachy or the Second Gigantomachy."

"We can discuss this at Camp," Tsunami announces.

"Also, any other news from Olympus?" Scales asks.

"No," Dread replies.

Then Lieutenant speaks up and states, "Diana, listen. Due to your inactivity in the last two wars, Agrotera has revoked her blessing."

"That's unfortunate, but I have to tell you that Glaukopis says you can no longer receive her wisdom blessing" Architect mutters quietly.

Notes:

Tsunami is Thalassa's Warrior Name

Pelagios- Of the Sea- an epithet of Poseidon
Aidoneus- Unseen- Epithet of Hades
Kourotrophos- Protector- Epithet of Apollo
Praxidike- Exacter of Justice- Epithet of Persephone
Adrasteia- Inescapable- Epithet of Nemesis
Cyanopis- Blue eyed one- Epithet of Amphitrite
Agrotera- Huntress- Epithet of Artemis
Glaukopis- Grey eyed one- epithet of Athena

Chapter 5: The Boule and trials

Summary:

Percy leads discussions at the War Table about trials for Diana and Arthur due to their inactivity in previous wars.

The Boule proposes challenges focusing on vengeance, luck, and demigod responsibilities.

In the Bat-Cave, Cass talks to her mother, Lady Shiva, about her lineage.

The Boule

Percy stood at the head of the War Table, embodying the role of Polemarchus with an air of authority and determination. Her Royal Atlantean armour gleamed under the glaring lights, a navy-blue masterpiece encrusted with sapphires that shimmered like the ocean's depths. The intricate threads embedded within the breastplate mirrored the graceful yet powerful motion of ocean waves, a testament to the craftsmanship of artistry of Cyclops making armour for those belonging to the sea.

With a commanding presence, Percy raised her wicked-looking trident, Maelstrom, and struck it against the stone floor. The resounding clang echoed through the chamber, drawing the attention of every warrior who were part of the League meeting present. Conversations ceased, and all eyes turned towards her, awaiting her words with a mixture of respect and anticipation.

“As ordered by the Olympian council, we decide the challenges that may allow Diana and/or Arthur a place among us, due to their inactivity during the two wars.” Percy declares.

“Percy, I would like to wait until after my coronation, since then will be taken more seriously, when I set my challenge” Thalassa says

Percy nods, whilst Nico speaks up and suggests that the sea kids should be beginning and end, whilst squeezing in those of the Underworld, within the middle group of challenges.

Percy announces, "Suggestions for the trials of Diana and Orin will be given in this order: Percy, Avery, Nico, Will, Raquel, and then Thalassa."

Avery states to the Boule, "Personally, I think we should include some formidable challenges, as well as tasks that involve routine demigod responsibilities."

Will decides, "It is ideal. My father suggests ensuring that a demigod is safely transported to Camp without divine or demigod intervention."

Percy inquires, "Perfect. Do you know who he has in mind?"

Will responds, "He has always cared."

Raquel informs Percy, "Polemarchus, my mother has lost her sceptre and specifically wants Diana and Orin to retrieve it safely."

Percy hints, "Excellent. I want Orin to face Drew and her katanas while I engage in a duel with Diana."

Piper asks, "Is this to remind Orin that my mother is a war goddess in her own right?"

Annabeth nods slightly and comments, "I have an idea, but I am uncertain if you will accept it. We should not tell them their tasks ahead of time, only the order in which they procced. After each trial, new one is announced."

Avery determines that Diana's challenge should be centred around vengeance, while Orin is assigned a task based on luck. This allocation requires careful consideration of balance, as these aspects fall under my mother's domain.

Nico requested, "I want them to be able to quote the laws of Xenia and explain how to perform proper last rites."

Clarisse loudly said, “Orin probably knows Xenia, so have him do funeral rites, whilst Diana does both Xenia and last rites”

Lou Ellen laughed breathily and said, “Hopefully Chthonic gods do not intervene. I know my mother won’t”

Avery decides that Diana should do a task of hunting something down as part of revenge, whilst Orin should be able to balance running a camp alongside Poseidonis.

---

 

Within the Bat-Cave, the bats were sitting around a long ivy table, with some balancing precariously on the edge of their chairs. The atmosphere was a blend of mystery and camaraderie, as the bat- family shared stories and planned their next nocturnal adventures.

Stephanie was particularly interested in the discussions among the warriors that took place after the League was dismissed from the meeting concerning Wonder Woman and Aquaman. In contrast, Jason showed no interest in that conversation and instead immersed himself in his signed book, deeply engrossed in its contents.

Whenever feasible, Cass discreetly moves into a concealed passageway. Once inside, she quietly advances through the tunnel leading to the hallway adjacent to her bedroom within the manor. However, upon emerging from the tunnel, she encounters Alfred, who promptly begins to inquire about her activities.

Cass stated that she intended to use an Iris-Message to contact her mother, to inquire about a particular time, the identity of Lady Shiva, and her sightings in New York during that specified time.

As Cass created some mist from water, she took out a drachma and requested Iris to show her Lady Shiva. Within the rainbow, the face of Lady Shiva appeared and asked, “Cass, how did you learn to use an Iris Message?”

Cass replied, “I recently discovered that I am a granddaughter of Lady Balance, but you were already aware, weren’t you?”

Lady Shiva gives a slight nod, "Yes, but I wanted you to discover it yourself. Do you have any questions?"

Cass responds, "I do have a few questions. There was a time when you were in New York for just over a week. Why was that?"

Lady Shiva inquires whether any of the Warriors of Olympus had informed her about the Second Titanomachy and explains, "My loyalty will always be primarily to the demigods, before any other allies or partners."

Cass patiently listens as Lady Shiva explains about the rise of the Lord Of Time, and how the daughter of Poseidon prevented this, when given the cursed blade to the hero, who was the vessel of the Lord of Time. And from this, it ensured that all gods and goddesses were recognised and built a cabin at Camp Half-Blood. “Do you have a weapon for battling terrors, Cassandra?”

Cass pulls out a long bronze leaf-shaped blade and shows it to her mother through the Iris-Message. “This was given to me.”

Lady Shiva in shock asks, “You were given Riptide?”

“No, I earnt it and the previous owner now uses a trident. But they are also discussing trials regarding Diana and Arthur’s inaction during the wars.”

Shiva curses and then wipes her hand through the message to end the call.

---

An announcement was made using the communication devices created by the Hephaestus cabin. The announcement stated, "All demigods and legacies, please report to Mount Justice for the trials assigned to Wonder Woman and Aquaman to be announced in front of the demigod community." Lady Shiva and Arthur Brown confirmed their attendance, as both participated in the wars on behalf of the Gods.

Chapter 6: Trials and Tribulations

Summary:

Wonder Woman and Aquaman face trials by duelling Hurricane and Beauty, then searching for lost scales guided by a prophecy. They finish their duels and must now follow the prophecy, causing tension. Dread joins them, stressing caution.

Trial Announcement

Within the caverns of Mount Justice, the demigods stood in front of the Justice League as they began to announce the trials of Wonder Woman and Aquaman. As the Justice League members took their places, the cavern seemed to hum with energy. Batman's keen eyes scanned the crowd, and he noticed that the air seemed to hum with energy.

Shadow clarified that each trial must be completed, however, the superheroes would not be informed of the sequence of the upcoming trials.

Hurricane declared, “I will duel Wonder Woman first, and Beauty will face Aquaman.”

Batman asked, “Can we intervene?”

Hurricane shook her head, indicating no. Flash then questioned, “Why are Shiva and Cluemaster with you?”

Architect replied, “They were active during our mythological wars. Cluemaster was one of four Greek Sun demigods to survive. Shiva can explain her part.”

Shiva explains that she eliminated numerous mythological creatures heading towards Manhattan to minimize the number of adversaries other demigods would encounter, aiming to reduce potential losses.

Superman asks, “Do you need any referees for your duels?”

Scales explain that they didn’t, but then chose a referee, who was unbiased, which was Green Lantern.

Green Lantern says to both participants, “Hurricane, choose your weapons to duel with”.

Hurricane with no hesitation decides that both duellers must use tridents. She then points to Beauty and asks her to choose the weapons for her duel. Beauty, with a calm and composed demeanour, steps forward. Her eyes scan the array of weapons laid out before her, each one a testament to craftsmanship and lethality. After a moment of contemplation, she chooses to use katanas. With a graceful motion, she pulls out two elegant katanas, one made from bronze, and one made from silver. The katanas are not just weapons; they are works of art, each one meticulously crafted to perfection.

The bronze katana glows with a warm, golden hue, its blade sharp and deadly. The silver katana, on the other hand, shines with a cool, silvery light, its edge honed to a razor's sharpness. Both katanas seem handmade, with an etching of Japanese along the hilt showing 戦のささやき, which translates to "Whispers of War." The etching is intricate and delicate, a reminder of the rich history and tradition behind these weapons.

Robin translated this into the Whispers of War and is thoroughly impressed by the craftmanship. He decides to ask Beauty after the trial about the blades.

Dread reacts to the blades and asks Charm, “What are those blades?”

Charm then indicates that these blades were bestowed by Hephaestus upon the Tanaka family and have been handed down through generations. At the age of seventeen, Beauty received the blades from the Dove.

As Hurricane and Diana got a feel for the weight of the trident that they would be using, which were practice weapons, compared to Hurricane’s royal trident called Maelstrom.

Green Lantern announces, "This duel will continue until one participant yields, or first blood is drawn. Are we clear on the rules?"

Hurricane gives Green Lantern a curt nod, whilst Diana responds verbally with a ‘yes, John’. Green Lantern then counts them in and blows his whistle to signal the start of the duel. The duel was intense but very short. Hurricane went for a jab, and the inner prong of her trident nicked Diana’s forearm. The crowd watched in anticipation, but the duel ended quickly with this move. Green Lantern then blew his whistle and announced that the duel went to Hurricane.

With a neutral expression, she stated, "You have not succeeded in your first trial, but you only need to pass four of them for the mythological world to accept you again."

Green Lantern then called Warrior ‘Beauty’ and Aqauaman over to get their duel started.

Both nodded to signal that they were ready, and within an instant, John blew his whistle after explaining the rules. The duel was intense, lasting longer than the previous encounter. Beauty, wielding her katanas, attacked Aquaman from both sides, barely giving him a chance to parry or dodge. She maintained this relentless pressure until one of her katanas was positioned at Aquaman's throat, while her knee pressed against his stomach, immobilizing him. Aquaman clearly declared his surrender.

Hurricane as leader announced that both Diana and Aquaman had failed their first trial.

Scales then said, “For your second trial, you must find my mother’s scales that has been lost.”

Delphi, identified by the warriors as the oracle, entered and approached Diana, instructing her to come forward. Diana asked Delphi, “How do you find the scales of the Vengeful One.” Surrounded by green mist, Delphi announces the prophecy:

Beneath twin shadows where rivers convene,
A city once whole, now split by unseen.
The scales of judgment, lost in the haze,
Await the storm, the spear, and the maze.

When Sea City’s heir swims the northern tide,
And the Amazon’s truth walks glass beside,
She of dusk-born lineage—dreaded, divine—
Shall unbind the oath sealed in salt and brine.

In the city of twins where echoes divide,
Balance lies broken 'twixt justice and pride.
Seek the bridge where two mirrors kiss,
There lies the weight of Nemesis.

Beware the frost that masks the flame,
For wrong and right bear the same name.
Only when three truths dare to align,
Shall order return to the scales divine.

 

Orphan observes that nearly all of the Warriors exhibit noticeable tension following the delivery of the prophecy.

"That is quite unnerving," Superman remarks.

"I would advise against ignoring it; the Sun Lord does not look kindly upon those who dismiss his prophecies," Medic states firmly.

Diana inquires, "So, it must refer to me, and possibly Hurricane or Aquaman. But who is born of dusk?"

"For once, I do not believe it involves me," Hurricane responds whilst relaxing her shoulders. Tsunami then adds, "By the way, this prophecy concerns you, Arthur."

Red Hood interjects, "Do we really want another Tiresias situation?"

"You might end up with a Cassandra of Troy scenario as well, and I would prefer not to deal with that," Spoiler comments.

Shiva reminds everyone, "The Archer is also known as the one with blazing vengeance, and some prophecies can help identify the location."

Batman concludes, "Well, Twin Cities and converging rivers can only signify one place: Minneapolis."

Dread then remarks, "I am born of dusk and the dreaded lineage. Another name for The Queen of the Underworld is the Dreaded One."

Aquaman exits the room with the demeanour of a soldier facing inevitable peril, while Diana appears taken aback that a teenager is involved in the quest. However, she understands that she is powerless to alter this circumstance, as it is dictated by the prophecy.

 Architect discreetly takes Dread aside, hands her a bag, and states, "We are often superstitious; this is a quest bag intended to bring you luck."

Shadow then inquires, "Dread, do you have your weapon and shield?"

Dread affirms with a nod as she joins Diana and Arthur. They proceed to arrange transportation that will enable them to travel together, thereby avoiding any divine intervention. Diana tells the League that they must not interfere in the prophecy, or the questers will meet a worse fate.

Notes:

Cliffhanger and prophecy will take place over a few chapters from now on. Also more focus will be on the Dread ed Princess

Chapter 7: Beginning the quest

Summary:

Quest to the Ford Bridge: Diana, Dread, and Arthur decide to travel by land to Minneapolis to start their quest. They're looking for the Ford Bridge, also known as the "kissing bridge," based on a prophecy and a description from Colour, a local warrior.
Rescue from dracaena: On their way, they save some teenagers from dracaena. Dread uses her Stygian Sword named φόβος to protect a demigod teenager and explains the reality of Greek mythology to him.

Study session at the manor: Stephanie, struggling with her nursing studies, invites Percy and Avery to the manor for a study session. They navigate social dynamics and interactions with other residents, including Damian and Cass.
Manor life and new friendships: The group bonds over shared experiences, like hiding a new cat, practicing archery with magical equipment, and enjoying a lively dinner featuring moussaka. They chat about quests and mythical creatures.
Camp Half-Blood’s quiet day: Meanwhile, Camp Half-Blood is unusually quiet due to Percy’s absence, until a prank causes colorful chaos in the Hermes cabin, bringing laughter and camaraderie among campers.

Beginning the Quest

 

Diana, Dread, and Arthur determined that the most appropriate method for traveling to Minneapolis to commence their quest was by land. They were aware that the King held a disfavour towards those associated with the Underworld or the Sea within his realm. Diana was wondering which landmark is mentioned as the kissing bridge.

Dread says, “I could ask Colour, one of Rainbow’s Children, who resides in Minnesota.”

“That’s a good plan,” Arthur responds.

While waiting for the Cardinal towards Chicago before changing trains, Dread takes out her phone and calls the Warrior Colour.

“Colour here, who is this?”

“It’s Dread. You’re from Minnesota, correct?”

“Yes, why?”

“Which bridge resembles two mirrors kissing? We need to know due to a prophecy.”

“It is the Ford Bridge, as the river underneath creates an appearance similar to mirrors kissing.”

“Thank you,” Dread replies.

She then turns towards Diana and Arthur and explains that they need to go to the Ford Bridge, since that is the where two river mirrors kiss. Diana, intrigued by the poetic description, asks Dread to elaborate. Dread explains that the Ford Bridge is not just any ordinary bridge; it is a place of great significance and beauty. The river beneath the bridge flows in such a way that it creates the illusion of two mirrors kissing- a sight that has captivated many over the years. While traveling on the train, passengers observe the ever-changing rolling landscape. Upon disembarking in Chicago, they hear a scream of terror emanating from an unknown location, so loud that it induces goosebumps.

Heading towards the location of the sound, they found a cluster of teenagers, surrounded by a pack of dracaena, however they targeted only one person within the group. Quickly scanning over the teenager, Dread surmised that he was a demigod but could not determine who his godly parent may be, since there was no obvious feature or eye colour. Whilst Diana and Aquaman prepared to help the crowd disperse, Dread began to work her way through the group of terrors. In an instant, her Stygian Sword, which had been named φόβος, with many of the dracaena taking a step back, due to the darkness emanating from the sword. The crowd watched in awe as the Warrior slashed her way towards the hostage. Once at the hostage, she explained how the Mist had fallen and that Greek Mythology was real and how he had a godly parent.

 

“That is weird” the young kid told Dread.

Dread explains that she only found out recently and told him that he would be claimed if he could make his way to Long Island. Once the terrors were eliminated, Dread noticed that Arthur and Diana were highly effective with their crowd control, preventing any mishaps.

“Leaving now?” Dread asks them.

“Sure, let's get on with our quest” Diana says.

“Finally, and I am not touching your sword” Arthur tells Dread.

Dread chuckles, “You always seemed squeamish about Underworld weapons.”

Arthur shrugs, “I prefer using weapons of oceanic origins.”

Diana smiles, “Well, let's hope that your trident will be useful.”

“Well, now it's time to use our brains.” Dread says.

“We are getting the next Borealis train out of here” Diana explains her plan to prevent any further run-ins with terrors. She explains that they need constant movement, especially in a moving vehicle, which could hide many. They soon made their way to Minneapolis without any further mishaps.

Arriving in Minneapolis, the trio wasted little time navigating the winding city streets, guided by the cryptic directions Colour had given regarding the Ford Bridge. The air was crisp with anticipation as they crossed into an older neighbourhood, where elm trees arched overhead and the river shimmered below with the promised illusion of reflected glass. Diana’s curiosity grew with each step, her senses keen for a sign that the next part of their prophecy would reveal itself; Arthur gripped his trident a little tighter, casting wary glances at the shadowed alleys, while Dread led with quiet confidence, her sword strapped inconspicuously at her side. As they approached the bridge’s stone span, a sudden hush fell over the streets, broken only by the distant call of a raven and the gentle rush of water. It was here, beneath the arch where the river’s surface doubled the world to itself, that a faint golden shimmer began to ripple across the water, and the first sign of their next challenge—mysterious, inviting, and edged with myth—emerged to greet them beneath the mirrored sky.

---

 

 

Steph was experiencing a lack of engagement, particularly with her Nursing studies, which she found challenging. Subsequently, she entered the kitchen to inquire with Alfred about inviting a friend over.

“Miss Stephanie, what can I help you with?” Alfred asks her.

“Can I invite someone to come study with me?” Stephanie asks.

“Of course, let me know when” Alfred says with a chuckle.

She proceeds to the lounge, where she previously left her phone. Stephanie contacts Percy to extend an invitation to the manor for a joint study session, given their related fields, Percy in social work and Stephanie in nursing.

"Percy, this is Steph. Would you like to visit the manor?"

"Yes, I'll bring Avery with me as well."

"That sounds good. I thought we could study and spend some time together."

"Is there anything I should be aware of regarding the Waynes?"

"Yes, one of them has an interest in people who are academically inclined and have red hair."

"Understood. I'll let Avery know and see you Friday. Also, I have a couple of invitations for you and Cass."

"What are they for?" Steph asks.

"They're for a wedding—Avery is my fiancée."

"Congratulations. See you soon."

When Friday arrives, Percy drives to the manor, where she is cordially greeted by Alfred.

"I believe you are Miss Persephone, and the lady accompanying you is Miss Avery," Alfred says politely.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Avery responds courteously.

"You have a wonderful residence. Please, call me Percy, Alfred," Percy requests.

"Certainly, Miss Percy. Thank you, Miss Avery. Miss Stephanie is currently in the study," Alfred replies.

They both begin to head towards the study that is decked out with old wooden antique furniture that seems to be handed over through generations. Whilst heading through the halls, out of the shadows, Cass appears and asks their reason to be here. Percy explains that she is here to study with Steph.

Cass signs, “Who is with you”.

Percy signs back with a smirk on her face, “My fiancée”

“I been told to avoid Dick” Avery signs to Cass.

“Oh dear, absolutely” Cass replies in sign language and then with a half-smile, leaves them to get on with their studying.

They then made their way to the study, without any further interruptions. “Hey, Steph” Percy greets.

“Oh, Hey Percy and Hello Avery.”

“Ready to get studying”.

“Nope not in the slightest.” Percy says.

Avery leaves her fiancée alone, so that she can do what she needs to pass her exams and finish her course. Whilst wandering around the manor, she comes up on Damian, who seems to be sneaking in a cat. Avery asks if he need help and Damian replies that she could be a distraction to prevent Bruce finding out about the new cat. Once they had finished hiding the cat, they approached the lounge, and then see Dick walk in.

“Why is there a new redhead here?” Dick asks.

“Oh, Steph bought her friend to study, who happens to be my fiancée” Avery says with confidence whilst flashing her engagement ring.

“So, Richard, do not try anything” Damian smirks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Dick replies, hands raised in mock surrender, before grinning and offering Avery a friendly nod. The uneasy tension melts away as Damian ushers Avery into the heart of the manor, regaling her with half-whispered tales of hidden rooms and eccentric family secrets, some of which, he claims, even Bruce doesn’t know. Meanwhile, in the study, the shuffle of papers and the low hum of academic debate signals that Steph and Percy have finally found their rhythm, notes traded and laughter echoing against the ancient wood. There’s a sense of unusual calm in the air, as if—for a fleeting afternoon—the grand old house has decided to welcome its new guests rather than assess them.

Jason then walks in and notices that the manor is alive with activity, but suspiciously there are no pranks occurring. He finds this odd but is prepared just in case.

“Anyone else notice that the manor is eerily quiet” Jason announced. But he hears a meow from further within. He catches Damian and Avery walking out the room where he heard the meow and begins to interrogate them.

“Do I hear a cat?” Jason pondered.

“No nothing of the sort.”

“You sure about that, Dami” Jason remarks.

Damian sighs, "Okay, fine. We were hiding a cat from Bruce."

Jason chuckles, "You two are something else. Well, if you need a hand, I'm in. But you owe me one."

Avery smiles, "Deal. Thanks, Jason."

 

After studying, Stephanie suggested going to the archery range located within the manor. Percy discreetly gave her a bracelet featuring a small purple bat charm, explaining that using the codeword "Spoiler" would transform it into a bow and arrow. Stephanie proceeded to practice different types of shots while playing "Night Vision" by Imagine Dragons through the speaker. Cass heard the music and asked, “Who upset Steph?”

Damian proposed that studying might have made her restless, prompting her to use the archery range. Bruce inquired about when the archery range had been installed. Tim replied that it had been there since Stephanie learned she was a legacy several months earlier.

Jason commented on Bruce’s awareness, while Alfred entered to announce dinner. He instructed Tim to bring Stephanie and Percy and reminded Jason to mind his language, assigning him to gather Cass and Avery, who were spending time together discussing dancing and their shared connection to Nemesis. They began to sit around the table, where Alfred bought in a moussaka, which looked luscious to those around the table.

Percy walks in, with her hand around Avery’s waist and wonders if she smells moussaka. Damien confirms her statement. The dinner was a lively affair, with a variety of conversations, but then Dick wandered how Diana was getting on with her quests.

“Quests can be fun or horrid” Percy tells those gathered at the table.

“Such as sending Medusa’s head to the gods” Avery points out.

“Can I borrow it” Steph wants to know.

“Nope, but it has been used on someone”.

“Interesting method” Damian comments

“Yeah, got rid of someone that needed to be gone”.

Cass realises that Percy is hurt by her trauma with the way her shoulders slump.

Dick grinned, lifting his fork before glancing at Bruce. “So, who’s up for some fun after dessert? I promise no mythical monsters this time.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Define ‘mythical monster.’ Last time you said that we ended up chasing a few harpies through the gardens. We only won thanks to Steph’s sharpshooting”.

“You are welcome” Steph snickers.

Cass gave a rare, sly smile. “At least dessert is safe.”

Jason snorted. “Speak for yourself. If Alfred ever makes baklava, I’m hoarding it.”

Alfred, overhearing, gave Jason a dignified look. “There will be plenty for everyone, provided we refrain from spirited debates involving Greek relics at the table.”

Avery laughed softly, leaning into Percy. “I think we can manage that. At least until someone mentions Cerberus.”

“Isn’t Mrs O’Leary with him at the moment” Avery wonders.

“Who’s Mrs O’Leary” Damian asks.

“My pet hellhound, the only tame one.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Of course you can, Damian. Name a time and place.” Percy tells him.

The conversation turned to lighter topics as they passed around the moussaka and salad. Percy’s laughter mingled with Steph’s animated retelling of her latest archery victory, while Bruce quietly observed, a small, satisfied smile hidden in the corner of his mouth. For a moment, the manor felt utterly at peace—full, warm, and almost invincible against the outside world.

---

Back at Camp Half-Blood, it is eerily quiet, which surprises the campers, since it is often rife with noise. Annabeth walks up to Chiron and wants to know why Camp is so quiet.

Chiron explains that Percy is in Gotham with Stephanie doing a study session. But they then hear a scream coming from the Hermes cabin.

They hear Connor scream, “Why is our bedding bright blue and dark purple?”

Annabeth just giggles and tells them, “I told you not to prank Percy, but what did you have to go and do?”

“It was Cass and Steph as well with the shaving foam.” Connor declares.

Chiron shook his head, a fond smile flickering beneath his solemn features. “Some lessons, it seems, must be learned the hard way,” he said, watching as the Hermes campers tried in vain to scrub the colour from their sheets.

The air, once tense with expectation, dissolved into laughter. Clarisse poked her head out of the Ares cabin, brow arched in suspicion. “What’s all the noise? Are the Hermes cabin finally getting their comeuppance?”

Annabeth grinned, folding her arms. “Let’s just say their pranks met a force even they couldn’t outsmart.”

Meanwhile, in Gotham, as Percy reached for a second helping of salad, she caught the familiar glint of mischief in Damian’s eyes. “If your hellhound is half as impressive as your stories, I think I’ll bring a treat.”

Percy laughed. “Just don’t bring any wooden shields. She’s got a thing for eating those.”

A chorus of amusement rippled around the table, the crackle of kinship growing stronger as the evening wore on—bridging worlds between demigods, vigilantes, and those who, for a fleeting moment, knew the comfort of home.

Notes:

Stephanie and Percy are fairly similar characters and would work so well. Sorry but we are going to dive into the quest next week.

Chapter 8: Quest diving and Dr Sivana

Diving into the Quest

Diana, Raquel and Arthur stood atop the Ford Bridge, looking over the river. They were trying to form a plan, regarding the maze aspect of the prophecy. Arthur and Diana, both figure out that they need to ask a local about any forms of mazes on.

Diana approaches someone who she assumes is from Minneapolis and asks him, “Are there any mazes on at the moment?”

“Indeed, there are” He answers swiftly.

“Where abouts would it be and what type?” Diana asks him.

“Oh, it’s a haunted maze, just in time for Halloween.”

“Thank you” Diana tells him.

Raquel, Diana and Arthur head towards the maze, which they were given directions for.

A biting chill seemed to slither beneath their jackets, sharp and unnatural, turning their breath to wisps of silver in the dusk as they approached the maze. None of them spoke the silence broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath their feet and the distant hoot of an owl. Shadows stretched longer as the sun dipped lower, and the path to the maze twisted between gnarled trees whose branches rattled in the cold, restless air.

Raquel shivered, clutching her scarf that she found tighter. “Does it feel…off to anyone else?”

Arthur nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the maze’s entrance loomed, a skeletal arch lit by flickering lanterns. “It’s as if we’re walking into something that doesn’t quite belong to this world.”

Diana glanced at them both, her hand unconsciously tracing the edges of the prophecy scroll tucked in her coat. “Let’s be careful. Whatever this maze is, I don’t think it’s just for Halloween.”

They pressed onward, the oppressive chill intensifying with every step, as if the maze itself were breathing them in. However, the shadows seemed to bend towards Raquel, as if they were an extension of her arms. Raquel, Diana and Arthur paid for their entry into the maze, where they began to approach the centre. They were only inconvenienced once, by a stubborn group of telecines, who insisted that they needed a battle.

The battle was short. Using the hedgerows, Raquel reached the centre, where an infinity torch stood. The shaft of the torch was covered in frost, leading the questers to be cautious, as this corresponded to part of the prophecy.

“So, here’s the flame within the frost. Hmm what’s next” Raquel asks her quest companions.

For a moment, the infinity torch’s flame shimmered uncertainly. Then, as if the maze itself had been listening, the frost along the shaft cracked, releasing a faint, melodic chime. Remembering the prophecy, Diana repeats what the Oracle told her: “Only when three truths dare to align.”

Raquel read the phrase aloud, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Three truths. That must mean one from each of us.” She looked to Arthur and then to Diana, her breath trembling in the cold air.

Arthur nodded, his features set with quiet resolve. “We all face the maze together, but it needs what’s real from each of us. Not just memories—truths. The things we hide, maybe even from ourselves.”

Diana glanced down at the torch; the flicker of the flame reflected in her eyes. “It’s the only way forward. The maze is listening. It wants us to be honest, or we’ll never see what lies beyond.”

They formed a circle around the infinity torch, the shadow of each overlapping the others in the icy glow. Raquel started, speaking into the hush, “I’m afraid that my power comes from the darkness, not the light. I’ve always been scared that the shadows bending toward me mean I belong to them.”

Arthur, voice grave, followed. “The leadership that is my responsibility, means that I must carry a weight of blame every day for not helping on the mythological side of wars.”

The torch flared, frost retreating further up its shaft.

Diana stepped forward, her hand trembling slightly. “My truth is—sometimes I wish that I wasn’t shunned by the other demigods. But I know there’s no going back. However, I can make a head start on progress”.

For a heartbeat, all was still. Then the flame within the frost surged, bright and pure, melting every trace of ice. The centre of the maze shifted, the air warming as if in gratitude.

At their feet, a hidden door appeared in the earth, etched with the same phrase: “Only when three truths dare to align.”

“Ready?” Diana asked, voice steadier now as a tunnel appeared through a doorway.

Together, they nodded and stepped toward the unknown, their three truths woven into the heart of the maze. They slowly wonder through the haze that is given, with how dim the tunnels are.

“Do we have a gameplan?” Diana asks.

Raquel tells them that she can navigate and manipulate the ground, so they can go where they need to be. Shadows within the tunnel curl around Raquel, giving off a pale glow, reflecting her heritage. There is truly little light within the tunnels, which makes the heroes’ instinct notice danger.

---

 

Within the Manor, Alfred explains that Bruce cannot be on patrol, since he is expected to make an appearance on Broadway, especially with all the male family members.

Damian whines, “Why not, Cain?”

Alfred tells them to look at their social media.

The Dancing Wayne @CassChronicles

[Image: Four girls, one blonde with deadly blue eyes, wrapped in purple. Another two sharing a blanket: One with emerald-green eyes and luscious raven hair and one with crimson red hair and ruby eyes leaning against each other. Whilst Cass is wrapped in black. Caption: girls’ night @oceanicskater, @stephspectrum and @avery_unbalanced]

Comments:

@wisechase- That is your current location. No pranks @oceanicskater

@damianagw – treacherous behaviour

@electricgrace- Did my invite get lost?

@dgwayne- Wishing you an enjoyable time.

@babsgordon- There will not be any credits then.

@alfredpworth- Thank you for sharing the photo. Have a pleasant evening; films are available.

@rowyaboat- how dare you.

The group bursts into laughter as they scroll through the comments, each reply perfectly in character. Stephanie grins, nudging Cass, "See, we can't keep anything from Alfred. He probably knew what snacks we'd bring, too."

Cass rolls her eyes fondly but can't suppress a smirk. "At least Damian didn't threaten to crash the party this time," she notes, catching the half-serious, half-mocking tone in Damian's message.

Barbara, still swaddled in her orange blanket, shakes her head. "No credits? Guess that means the popcorns on me," she jokes, prompting a chorus of mock groans.

As their phones buzz with more notifications, the warmth of the room—and the camaraderie—grows, cocooning them safely from the world outside.

---

 

 

Later, in the grungy darkness that is Gotham at night, the Girls change into their patrol uniforms, hoping to prevent rogues or mythological monsters appear. They are soon accompanied by Bluebird and Huntress, who had been making their way over from Old Gotham.

Huntress and Bluebird soon meet up with Spoiler, Orphan, Hurricane and Scales, and want to know the plan. Bluebird mentions that they have seen Dr Sivana on the way over but seem to be accompanied by some mythological monsters.

Huntress tells the assembled group, “They had snake legs, the way they spoke, made the crowd do what they wanted.”

Spoiler asks, “Flaming hair?”

Hurricane silently curses whilst Scales mutters about how she hates empousai. Orphan suddenly pulls out some earbuds, and hands them over. She signs, ‘Earbuds, avoid charmspeak’.

Hurricane is relieved, “Doesn’t work on me or Scales though?”

Scales shrugs, a knowing glint in her eye. “You and me both. We’re only focused on one person,” she says, her words edged with the unmistakable confidence inherited from her divine parent.

Orphan taps Hurricane’s shoulder, then holds up two fingers: a silent signal—they need a two-person sweep to check the rooftops nearby. Spoiler, already fitting the earbuds in, gives a thumbs-up and scans the shadowed alleys. Meanwhile, Huntress checks her crossbow and tilts her head toward Bluebird, “If we’re up against empousai, we’ll need to keep moving. They thrive on confusion.”

Bluebird nods, pulling her hood tighter. “Dr Sivana didn’t seem all that eager to fight, more like he was herding the monsters somewhere. North side, I think, toward the Old Bowery.”

A tense silence settles for a heartbeat. Above them, a siren wails, echoing off brick and rain-soaked glass.

“Let’s stick together. If the charmspeak fails, they’ll go for brute force,” Oracle’s voice crackles over their comms, her tone all business now. “And watch for civilians. If Sivana’s using them as cover…”

Hurricane flexes their fingers, gathering the wind at their command, ready to sweep away any illusions or enthralled onlookers. “Let’s move—before they vanish or, worse, summon reinforcements.”

Scales asks, “Have you named your bow, Spoiler?”

Huntress is awestruck, “You, Spoiler have a bow?”

Spoiler chuckles, “Of course I do, especially with my divine ancestor and oh it is Ἠχώ.”

Oracle over the comms says, “Taking after his music domain then.”

With a shared glance, the team slips into the night, each step purposeful, each shadow alive with anticipation. Gotham, as always, holds its breath. Approaching the Old Bowery, overseeing the alleyways that crisscross across the area, the Heroes and the Warriors form a plan to effectively have some reconnaissance on what Dr Sivana plans to do.

“I want to jump into the fray. Spoiler and Huntress, you are aerial support” Hurricane announces.

“How the hell are you getting down there?” Huntress ponders.

“Come on Scales, lets ride a wave down.” Hurricane chuckles

“After you” Scales responds with a smirk.

Jumping into the hordes, Scales and Hurricane, seem to be one entity as they wipe out over half the terrors within two minutes. Hurricane engages in combat using her trident, while Scales employs dual daggers for close-quarters encounters. Spoiler provides ranged support by targeting distant opponents with arrows, ensuring the safety of her allies. Meanwhile, Orphan operates from concealment, neutralising adversaries attempting to withdraw by causing them to combust when they meet the tip of her sword. This allows the vigilantes to gather intelligence before they go after Doctor Sivana.

“After recon, back to the theatre, right?” Orphan asks.

“Of course, you gals wanna join us for girls’ night?” Hurricane asks tiredly, her New York accent coming through.

“Ahh, don’t forget me” Oracle says over the comms.

Avery sends an Iris-Message to Chiron at Camp Half-Blood, explaining the fact that Dr Sivana seems to be controlling terrors and they need a plan of action. Chiron tells them that they will plan a Council Meeting when her and Persephone and both back from Gotham City.

---

The next afternoon, Avery and Persephone cross the hill into Camp Half-Blood and instantly head for the Big House. Within the Big House sits a group of people around a map of Gotham, laid over a war table.

Chiron began, “Percy has information regarding Gotham.”

Percy stated, “We have discovered that Dr. Sivana is exerting control over terrors for his purposes. The specific method remains unclear.”

Annabeth inquired, “Have any precautions been implemented?”

Avery responded, “Yes; the Legacy Bats and Oracle are conducting reconnaissance.”

Clarisse asked, “Once a plan is established, should we proceed with a direct approach or operate covertly?”

Travis remarked, “We should make a strong impact.”

Connor suggested, “If possible, we ought to employ stealth and infiltration by having someone join their ranks.”

Lou Ellen clarified that she possesses the ability to alter a person's appearance, but cannot mask their scent, indicating that a child of Hecate would be most suitable for this assignment.

“But first, we must learn to navigate Gotham.” Nico explains.

“We must also prepare our healing stocks” Will declares.

“Ok, we have a plan. We learn what we need, then we will talk to the Justice League and explain the situation. Piper and Rachel, you two are on Gala duty, to see if you can find out any information.” Percy strategises.

“Aye, aye Captain”

“Guessing you want to be the chaos-maker when it comes down to it” Annabeth sniggers.

"Oh, of course Seabird would” Avery deadpans.

“You know me too well” Percy Chuckles

Chiron stomps his hoof to confirm the plan. Rachel wearing paint-covered dungarees whispers to Piper, “Let us dazzle our way through Gotham.”

Piper suggests that she could get close to one of the Bats, to gather more intel.

Notes:

I will also do a social media au related to this story , which will be a separate series

Chapter 9: Last of the quest

Summary:

Three questers, including Diana (Wonder Woman), Raquel, and Arthur, navigate a perilous maze guided by shadows and confront mythological foes like harpies and telkhines, ultimately fulfilling a prophecy by restoring balance with the Scales of Nemesis at a courthouse; upon their return, they receive symbolic shrouds and prepare for a new mission involving the sorcerer Dr. Sivana in Gotham, while respecting Atlantean royal decrees and alliances within the League of heroes.

Once inside the dingy darkness of the maze, the trio of questers, became confused as to where they needed to go. Diana asked Raquel, “Do you really believe the shadows tell you where to go?”

“Absolutely, since we are not in the Labyrinth, we will not be misguided.” Raquel responds quickly, whilst her tone is laced with sarcasm.

Arthur wanted to know if he could trust someone of the Shadows, since darkness often resides in those born of dread and misery. His thoughts kept repeating a part of the prophecy: ‘When Atlantis’s heir swims the northern tide.’ He did not want to know what task he would have to face against a northern flowing rapid river.

The air inside the maze felt thick with secrets, each step echoing on stone slabs slick with age. Their lantern cast trembling shadows along the walls, forming grotesque figures that seemed to dance just out of reach. Diana’s grip tightened around her lasso, knuckles blanching, as she felt her stomach drop, in the darkness. She was used to the freedom of the sky.

Raquel, her eyes constantly shifting between the floor and the play of light, whispered, “We need to move. The longer we stand still, the more the maze remembers us.” Her words sent a shiver down Arthur’s spine; the idea that the maze itself harboured memory felt both fantastical and deeply unsettling.

A distant, rhythmic dripping punctuated the silence, and with each droplet, Arthur’s mind wandered back to the prophecy. Was Atlantis’s heir meant to be one of them? Or someone, or something lurking deeper within these winding corridors? He forced his doubts aside, focusing instead on every detail: the worn patterns on the flagstones, the subtle shift in air, and the faint scent of brine that seemed to grow stronger as they pressed on.

Ahead, the passage forked in three directions. Raquel paused, her head cocked as if listening for instructions only she could hear. Diana shot a wary glance at Arthur.

“Which way?” Diana asked, voice almost inaudible.

Raquel closed her eyes, placing a palm against the damp stone, and waited as the shadows stretched and danced around her fingers. The shadows guided towards where there seemed to be a door. The door was easy to move, and the trio were welcomed by sunlight. Taking two steps out of the maze, the group were treated by the sun being in their eyes, but there was also another surprise. Raquel let out an astonishing number of curses in Spanish, whilst Diana basically let a longer string of curses in Ancient Greek.

“Language” Arthur scolds them.

“You want us to mind our language, when we are faced with a flock of harpies and a horde of telkhines?” Diana was eager to know.

Arthur’s hand went instinctively to the haft of his trident, though the weapon felt absurdly inadequate in the face of such mythic threats. The shrill cries of the harpies sliced through the sudden brightness, their silhouettes wheeling in the sky like torn banners. Below, the telkhines—a grotesque congregation of dog-headed sea smiths—emerged from the shadow of an ancient marble colonnade, tridents glinting in the harsh light.

“If we’re lucky, they’ll fight each other before they notice us,” Raquel muttered, scanning for any cover beyond the low scrub and broken pillars dotting the sun-bleached clearing.

Diana, better known to the world as Wonder Woman, the Amazonian warrior princess—drew herself to her full height, letting her lasso slip from her belt with quiet resolve. “Luck hasn’t been much in fashion today,” she said, her voice calm but edged with anticipation. “Get ready.”

Arthur risked a glance behind. The open door to the maze was already vanishing, stone flowing over the threshold like slow wax, closing them off from retreat. There was only forward now.

He squared his shoulders, feeling the weight of prophecy like a mantle. “Atlantis’s heir or not,” he whispered to himself, “I suppose we’ll just have to make our own legend.”

With that, the trio braced themselves as the harpies began their shrieking descent and the telkhines advanced, claws scraping the earth, sunlight flickering across their armoured scales. The next chapter of their myth, with Wonder Woman at their side had begun. The trio quickly formed a plan, Diana in the air, tying up the monsters with her lasso, who were then slashed apart by Raquel’s Stygian sword. Raquel had some training, before going on her quest. She was trained by the legendary Percy Jackson, a demigod daughter of Poseidon, recognisable by just her blade, Riptide. Arthur was using his trident to sort his way through the terrors, which led to him finding himself face-to-face with the largest telkhine of them all, a hulking brute with eyes like molten gold and barnacles crusting its scaled shoulders. The creature bared its needle teeth and lunged, trident meeting trident with a thunderclap of force that sent sparks spiralling into the sunlight. Arthur gritted his teeth, feeling the ancient magic humming within his own weapon as he pressed the attack, each blow ringing with the promise of the sea.

Meanwhile, Diana soared above the chaos, her golden lasso weaving arcs of blinding brilliance. She caught a harpy mid-scream, yanking it from the sky and binding its wings with a practiced flick. Two more shrieked as Raquel darted beneath their shadow, her Stygian blade carving through the air with deadly precision. Where she struck, the monsters fell in flickers of shadow and salt.

“Arthur, left!” Raquel shouted, barely dodging a swipe from a telkhine’s claws, almost opening her hip. He pivoted, using the butt of his trident to knock the creature sprawling and into golden dust. Following the garden path that had opened up and was surrounded by rivers, the trio soon made progress towards where they assumed the Scales of Nemesis were. Arthur pointed out that the river alongside the garden pointed northwards, Raquel deadpanned, “Time for someone to go for a swim.”

As the trio pressed on along the riverside trail, Diana spoke first, her voice low but steady. “We need to think about the prophecy. Piece by piece. The first line—”

“Shall unbind the oath sealed in salt and brine.”

She let the words hang in the air between them. “Salt and brine, those are the sea, Arthur. If something is bound by the ocean, then maybe it’s you, or your people, whose choices will break it open.”

Arthur nodded, gripping his trident. “Or it could mean an ancient pact, something Atlantean we’re not seeing yet. Either way, we’re tied to the sea here.”

Raquel picked up the next verse, her steps careful along the garden’s edge.

“In the city of twins where echoes divide, Balance lies broken 'twixt justice and pride.”

She frowned, thoughtful. “A city of twins does that mean two halves? Two rulers? Or maybe a city with dual nature, like Atlantis above and below, or even two rivers splitting the land?”

“Where echoes divide,” Diana mused, “could be a literal echo, or a place where unity has fractured. And balance broken… justice and pride, those are almost always at odds in these trials.”

Arthur’s gaze followed where the river bent northwards. “If there’s a bridge ahead, it could be the answer to the next part.”

“Seek the bridge where two mirrors kiss,” he quoted softly.

Raquel glanced at the river’s shimmering surface. “A bridge over water, two reflections meeting. The Scales of Nemesis must be there, waiting for us to restore balance.”

Diana’s eyes flashed with resolve. “Then we follow the prophecy’s path. Unbind the old oath, return towards the twin cities, restore balance on the bridge where mirrors meet.”

“And be ready to face whatever weight Nemesis demands,” Arthur finished, voice grim but determined.

With the prophecy their compass, the trio pressed on, each step taking them closer to the bridge, and to the reckoning that would test their justice, their pride, and the strength of their bond. Approaching the bridge which they knew to be the kissing mirror bridge, where they first started before being diverted by the prophecy.  Within the distance, they could see crimson scales sparkling with divine power.  Diana knew by the power that they radiated, that they the Nemesis’s symbol of power.

The journey wound through tangled undergrowth and ancient, silent streets, the city’s pulse beating beneath layers of memory. At last, they emerged at the imposing steps of the Minneapolis Courthouse, its granite façade looming where the river split, etched with the weight of a thousand judgments. Towering columns cast long shadows, reflected in the wide stretch of water at the entrance, and the marble bridge arched above the flow.

Moonlight fractured across the courthouse lawn, and as the trio drew near, the air thickened with a hush older than any verdict rendered within these walls.

Atop the broad stone steps stood Nemesis, cloaked in midnight, crimson eyes gleaming with spectral power. Her eyes—mirroring countless fates, both just and vengeful—turned to the three, unblinking. Diana held out the scales slowly but surely and recited, “By the Order of the Oracle of Delphi, we have come to return your symbol of power, The Scales of Justice and Balance.”

“You come not for vengeance, but for balance,” intoned Nemesis, her voice echoing through the courthouse pillars. “Here, on the bridge between mirrored worlds, judgment waits. However, Arthur and Diana, I am pleased to inform you that you have passed your second trial”

Arthur knelt, trident lowered in a gesture of respect, while Diana and Raquel drew close, their uncertainty tempered by resolve. Diana and Raquel bowed their heads as a sign of respect, trying to earn favour with the goddess who could destroy your life.

“The oath broken, the pride confessed, and justice demanded—are you prepared for your share of the scales?” Nemesis asked, extending the instrument, its arms trembling in the faint night breeze.

Diana stepped forward. “We are. For the city, for the future, and for each other.”

The scales tipped, their shadow stretching across bridge and water alike. In that solemn hush, each felt a burden ease, even as a new promise settled on their shoulders—one born not out of pride but earned through unity.

Nemesis nodded, the ancient goddess fading into the darkness as she touched the courthouse stones, as it were her temple. The trial had been endured; for now, the city’s balance was restored. The trio were exhausted but knew they had to return to the Hall of Justice and inform the Warriors, that their quest was completed, but not after some damning truths. After completing the journey back, the questers entered the Hall of Justice, showing signs of weariness. The League congratulated them on a successful return, whilst the Warriors explained what happened after a quest was finished and that they had received permission to build a pyre. Lieutenant sauntered over to Diana and handed her an electric blue shroud, covered in lightning bolts, embroidered with eagle feathers. Lieutenant congratulates Diana on her quest, and informs her that as finishing it, she had to burn the shroud. Whilst Hurricane and Tsunami, had made a teal shroud for Arthur, which had a trident stitched into it, alongside horses and dolphins, representing the ocean that they belonged to. Next up was Shadow and Jewel, who decided that they needed to take on Dread’s shroud, which was ivy, and laced with violet and asphodel flowers. Dread felt honoured but was ashamed that such a pretty shroud had to burned.

As the embers from the shrouds danced upwards, fracturing the gloom with fleeting colour, an uneasy silence lingered over the Hall. Diana watched the last thread of blue dissolve, the eagle feathers curling in on themselves as if in flight. Arthur, flanked by Hurricane and Tsunami, clasped his own shroud before relinquishing it to the flames, salty tears mingling with the smoke. In the hush that followed, the League’s members exchanged glances—some heavy with relief, others with the dread of new burdens.

After all members of the League and the Warriors had watched the shrouds burn, Hurricane decided to inform the League that she had some impertinent information.

“Recently, I visited Gotham to meet with Spoiler and Orphan, who had some concerns about the mythological beings there.” Hurricane announces

“Most things do not escape my attention within Gotham” Batman informs her.

“Well, I did” Hurricane replies with a lot of sass.

“Ok, but do you know who the enemy is” asks Batman

“Of course we do, its Dr Sivana” Scales tells them

Shazam ponders, “What the hell is he doing in Gotham City? He is normally in Fawcett City.”

Architect responds, her tone dripping with sarcasm, “But aren’t ya powers based off mythology”

Shazam realises now that having two divine legacies within Gotham had changed the reality of the situation surrounding mythological threats. But Batman moves the meeting on, asking if Hurricane has a plan in motion.

Hurricane tells him that she has Oracle, Spoiler and Orphan doing reconnaissance.

“Why don’t we send a Hermes/Mercury Child in as a spy. Be a great use of their talents" Wonder Woman declares.

Hurricane raises an eyebrow, considering Wonder Woman’s suggestion. “A Hermes Child could slip past any magical wards Sivana might have. Their speed and trickery would make them the perfect operative.”

Oracle’s voice crackles over the comms, her tone brisk. “If you’re serious, I can contact Argus. There’s a shortlist of demigods with Hermes or Mercury lineage who’ve done covert work. I’ll send profiles.”

“Make sure they’re not already compromised by Sivana,” Batman interjects, eyes narrowed beneath the cowl.

Scales, ever the pragmatist, adds, “We’ll need to set up magical countermeasures. Sivana’s tech is unpredictable when it comes to divine interference.”

Hurricane nods, already thinking three steps ahead. “Let’s get the Hermes Child to shadow Sivana but have Spoiler and Orphan in support. Whatever Sivana’s up to, it’s big – and I want every angle covered. The Warrior that should be used to Thief.” The warriors hum in agreement, since she proved reliable on providing information before.

Wonder Woman places a reassuring hand on Hurricane’s shoulder. “With our combined teams, he won’t stand a chance.”

And as the League’s monitors flicker with new data feeds, the unlikely coalition of heroes prepare to outwit one of the world’s most cunning sorcerers, each bringing their own legacy to the fight for Gotham’s future.

Hurricane then turns to leave with Tsunami, telling the League that she be back in a few minutes. She also tells Arthur to bring the Atlanteans to the Hall of Justice, whilst handing him a coin which has a trident and a crab claw on both sides. He looks at the coin and blinks, replying that he will get them there quickly.

 

Hurricane and Tsunami quietly discuss how to re-enter, but also would enter as royalty, by the armour that they wear. Hurricane re-enters, wearing her cerulean armour, with her coral tiara atop her head. The Atlanteans bow out of respect and respond with choruses of ‘Your Highness.’

“By order of King Poseidon and Queen Amphitrite and my royal decree, no Atlanteans are allowed to go on any missions from the 5^th November to the 9^th November. We are soon approaching Thalassa Callaghan’s 21^st birthday, where she will receive a coronation." She says strictly as Princess Persephone Jackson, Daughter of Poseidon, Royal of Atlantis

"Also, those with divinity in their lineage will receive an invite from me” Tsunami says walking back into the room, where she slams down her trident which has a pearl in the socket.

Architect comments, “Always so theatrical aren’t ya.”

Hurricane responds, “Talk all you want, but I live for the drama” especially with the heroes hearing her heavy New York accent. She exits with flair alongside Scales humming a tune, with gasps heard by the League about the shock.

“I am not going against the Sea” Wonder Woman deadpans.

“I rather not either, Red Hood has told me of the protective nature of those belonging to the sea.” Batman mentions.

“Wait, you, the Batman are fearful of the response. You gotta be kidding me” Guy Gardner says.

Before the Warriors leave, Lieutenant informs Wonder Woman and Aquaman that their next trials will come at a later date, but the Warriors decide to handle th Sivana situation first.

As the doors to the Hall of Justice slid shut behind the Atlantean contingent, a hush lingered in the air, broken only by faint echoes of coral-clad footsteps receding down the marble corridor. The League exchanged glances, a mixture of awe and uncertainty flickering in their eyes.

Green Lantern, ever the skeptic, ran a hand through his hair and muttered, “If that’s how Atlanteans throw a birthday party, remind me to RSVP ‘maybe.’” Flash snickered, breaking the tension.

At the far end of the chamber, Aquaman still turned the coin in his hand, the symbol of sea and sovereignty glinting in the overhead lights. He let out a slow breath, shoulders straightening as he addressed the room. “We’ll need to adjust our timelines and priorities. Atlantean tradition is not to be trifled with. But in the meantime, we prepare for whatever Sivana has planned.”

Cyborg’s interface flickered with incoming alerts as he patched into satellite feeds, scanning for any unusual activity. “I’ve got eyes on the eastern seaboard. If Sivana makes a move, we’ll know. But I’d recommend we steer clear of the Atlantic for now.”

Wonder Woman, her expression unreadable, simply nodded. “Let us respect their decree. And hope our paths cross again under kinder circumstances.”

Outside, the waves of Atlantis shimmered in the afternoon sun, and the echo of the pearl-inlaid trident still seemed to vibrate in the Hall—a promise, or perhaps a warning, that the sea’s royals would not be overlooked.

Chapter 10: Mission to Gotham: The Council's Plan

Summary:

The council, led by Percy and Avery, organizes a covert mission to infiltrate Gotham and counter Dr. Sivana's mythological army, assigning Alice—codenamed Thief—as their inside operative with support from Spoiler, Oracle, and Orphan, while back at Camp Half-Blood, Percy offers guidance to Raquel on coping with post-quest nightmares and prepares for Halloween festivities, and tensions arise between Spoiler and Bruce over mission leadership concerns.

Sitting around the new Council Table with the new chairs that created the Boule, each chair representing a different god. Percy began explaining how she found out about Dr Sivana persuading mythological beings to form an army for him. The council quickly began planning and discussing their best methods.

Percy explained that using Thief as their warrior to enter Gotham and spy on Dr Sivana.

Avery tells Connor, “Bring Alice in, she is going on a mission”.

Connor flees out the room to grab Alice. Annabeth explains, “Percy and Avery have made contact with Spoiler, Oracle and Orphan”.

Percy mentions that they are the point of contact, if Alice needs retrieving. Will asks, “Who is on rescue duty?”

Nico says that he is one, alongside Raquel, Percy and Thalassa are on rescue duty.

Leo explains “The code words will be carefully indicated on a lanyard, which is coded with each cell phone”.

Alice entered, her expression a careful blend of curiosity and resolve as she took the seat indicated by Avery. The council’s focus shifted to her, the weight of the mission settling over the room.

Avery slid a small dossier across the polished table. “You’ll be our eyes and ears inside Gotham. The intel from Spoiler and Oracle should help you avoid Dr Sivana’s main networks, but trust no one.”

Annabeth leaned forward, her gaze unwavering. “Remember, your extraction team is ready at a moment’s notice. Communication stays coded. Use the lanyard and slide to the most necessary person if you’re ever compromised.”

Will gave a reassuring nod. “We’ll be tracking you from here. The moment you signal, we pull you out.”

Outside, thunder rolled, as if the city itself was bracing for what was to come. Alice squared her shoulders, accepting the dossier. “Understood. When do I leave?”

Percy exchanged a glance with Avery, then replied, “Tonight. Gotham won’t wait for dawn. You will meet Spoiler and Oracle at the clocktower, and they will give you their information that they have collected.”

“You will also be staying in Old Gotham, near the clocktower, allowing close communication with the Legacy Bats.” Avery drawls, with her heavy Wyoming accent.

“But carefulness is most needed. Use your codename, Thief within the field” Annabeth tells Alice.

“I vow to do my best, but I hate that someone is once again combining mythology and mortality.” Alice deadpans as she leaves the room.

As Alice steps from the council table into the brooding embrace of the night, a flurry of emotions churns within her. Determination burns at her core—a fierce resolve kindled by the trust the council has placed in her. Yet, beneath this steady flame flicker the shadows of anxiety and anticipation. The city’s distant thunder echoes her own apprehensions, every rumble a reminder of what waits amid Gotham’s labyrinthine streets.

The dossier pressed to her chest feels heavier than mere paper; it is a testament to the responsibility resting on her shoulders. Thoughts of Spoiler and Oracle, her future allies offer a thread of reassurance, yet the spectre of trust, always elusive in Gotham, gnaws at her composure. She steels herself, recalling Annabeth’s unwavering gaze, Will’s promise of vigilance, and the gravity in Percy’s words: tonight, everything changes.

Wrapped in her codename, Thief, Alice moves forward with equal parts fear and fortitude. The line between myth and reality has blurred, and she feels the cold thrill of uncertainty tighten around her heart. As she heads toward Gotham, she is both the hunter and the hunted, cloaked in a fragile courage that only grows stronger as the city’s lights draw near. She slips between alleyways towards the Clocktower. Once in the bustling heart of the city, Alice looked up and saw the intimidating building that was the Clocktower, with her nerves fraying, she made her way to the top floor.

There she was greeted by Spoiler and Oracle, who had an intricate plan to ensure that a combined team could take Dr Sivana and his mythical monsters. Oracle carefully explained the plan of infiltration, and that Thief would have new IDs courtesy of her. She explained that Spoiler was backup, but Thief also handed her a different version of the lanyard, which had the same technology.

“What does this lanyard do?” Oracle asks.

“There are a variety of codewords, to get a demigod here in an instant, but they are in Greek, so ask Orphan or Spoiler to translate.”

“Translate what?” Spoiler interrupts, her face clearly showing signs of agitation, that her area of Gotham was being attacked by a ridiculous doctor.

Spoiler gave a crooked smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve got most of them memorized. Besides, Greek’s practically a second language in Gotham these days.” She slid a slender case across the table, the plastic catching the city’s neon glow. “These are burner phones that are encrypted and untraceable. Use them only if things go sideways.”

Alice, still adjusting to the code-laden world of Gotham’s night, pocketed the phone and lanyard. “And if the codewords fail?”

Oracle adjusted her glasses, her gaze sharp. “Then you run. Remember, this city eats the reckless. Trust your training. Trust your team. And trust yourself, Thief.”

Footsteps echoed on the clocktower’s marble tiles as Spoiler led Alice to the eastern window. “Dr Sivana’s monsters have been spotted in the Narrows. You will infiltrate and observe until enough information is gathered. Until then, lie low and observe. If you’re compromised, signal twice, once for us, once for your demigod backup. We’ll be watching.”

A distant bell tolled midnight’s approach. Through the window, Gotham sprawled endless, shadowed, and thrumming with secrets. Alice took a steadying breath; her heart hammered not with fear now but with anticipation. She was no longer just a player in someone else’s game and she was a force to be reckoned with.

With a final nod to her new allies, Thief melted into the city’s veins, ready to rewrite the balance between legend and reality before the eve of Halloween.

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Back at Camp Half-Blood, planning began for a prank war between Percy and Connor due to the shaving foam incident. Percy had many ideas spiralling within her head. However, her planning was interrupted by Raquel who was looking for advice in dealing with post-quest nightmares.

Raquel began, “I’m haunted by what I saw on the quest”.

Percy carefully asks, “What would you like to know?”

Raquel twiddled her fingers as she tells Percy, “I’m having trouble with all the images that run through my head when I sleep.”

Percy softened, her posture shifting from scheming trickster to steadfast friend. “That’s rough, Raquel. Nightmares are like quest monsters—they sneak up on you when you least expect it. Want to talk about what you’re seeing, or maybe try some tricks I use to keep the bad dreams at bay?”

Raquel shrugged, wrestling with words. “I-I see the labyrinth, the monsters, the way the shadows moved. Sometimes I wake up thinking I’m still down there, lost.”

Percy nodded. “I get it. Sometimes writing it down helps. Or drawing it, if you’re into that. I’ve also tried putting on music, something loud and ridiculous, so my brain can’t latch onto the scary stuff. And, hey, if you ever want company, you know where to find me. We can chase away nightmares with blue food and bad puns, if necessary.”

Raquel managed a small smile. “Thanks, Percy. I’ll try that tonight.”

“Anytime.” Percy said, her grin returning. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a prank war to plan—and Connor’s never going to see it coming.”

She was already halfway out the cabin door when a voice called out from behind her. “Percy!” Avery leaned in, arms folded with mock sternness, her ruby braid swinging over one shoulder. “Before you plot more chaos, you promised you’d help me prep the Crimson Outpost for Halloween. Remember? Haunted hayrides, pumpkin carving, the whole ranch turned into a demigod spookfest?”

Percy groaned playfully, tossing her hands in surrender. “Right—the ranch. Fine, pranks on pause… but only until I finish stringing up fake cobwebs and hiding skeletons in your tack room.”

Avery grinned. “Deal. Just don’t let the cattle in on your plans—they’re skittish enough already.”

With a resigned laugh, Percy changed course, marching side by side with Avery, and getting Blackjack to fly her to the Outpost, visions of ghostly decorations and looming prank wars colliding in her mind like hurricanes hitting the coast on a mischievous autumn night.

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Orphan assumes responsibility from Oracle to monitor Gotham's surveillance footage, which the team intends to leverage in their efforts against Dr. Sivana. She also discerns from Spoiler's demeanour that there has been a recent disagreement with Bruce regarding her approach. The primary concern appears to be Bruce's perception that Spoiler lacks the required responsibility to lead a mission.

Orphan inquires, "Is something wrong? Is this about Bruce again?"

Spoiler sits down and expresses frustration that Bruce questions her capability and doubts the effectiveness of her plan, despite her thorough preparation.

Orphan follows up, "How do you intend to proceed?"

Spoiler responds, "I'm tempted to slap him, but for now, let's remain focused on our mission."

Chapter 11: Infiltrating Sivana

Summary:

Alice, under the alias Maria Sakame, infiltrates Dr. Sivana’s hideout to join a group blending mythology and mortality, while Steph prepares a meticulously planned rescue operation with trusted allies, as demigods at Camp Half-Blood express concern over the mission's dangers and Raquel hones her nature-controlling abilities under Miranda's guidance.

Making her way through the labyrinthine streets of Gotham, Alice soon found Dr Sivana’s hideout. Inside, she observed Georgia Sivana, who appeared engaged in a focused conversation with several individuals described as "terrors," discussing their intentions to create disturbances during Halloween. Alice slowly walks up to the building and gently knocks on the door. It is answered quickly, and Alice introduces herself as ‘Maria Sakame.’ An identity that was created by Oracle, and passes all checks, considering that Alice could get away with any lies, as a child of Hermes. The door opens to an elderly man who identifies himself as Thaddeus Sivana. Alice introduces herself using the false identity that was provided to facilitate her entry into Sivana’s operation. She soon was searched by Cyclops, who were trying to determine, if she were there to join their cause in mixing mortality and mythology, or was sent as a spy. “I’m Joe,” the cyclops introduced himself.

“I’m Maria” Alice responded.

“Do you have any ID to confirm this?” he asks.

With a practiced confidence, Alice reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small, official-looking card embossed with a holographic seal—Oracle’s craftsmanship was second to none. She handed it over, aware that every detail, from the faded corners to the barely noticeable microprint, had been meticulously designed to withstand the closest scrutiny.

Joe grunted and held the card up to the dim light, his single eye narrowing as he inspected it. Alice could feel the pulse of tension in the air, but she kept her smile warm and patient.

“Maria Sakame. Midtown, right?” he asked, glancing at the address listed.

“That’s right,” Alice replied, meeting his gaze steadily. “I heard you were looking for people with unusual backgrounds.”

He seemed to consider this, then returned the card. “Well, we don’t get many applicants who come so prepared. Georgia’s inside. She’ll want to ask a few questions.”

With a curt nod, Joe stepped aside, motioning her deeper into the hideout. Alice slipped the ID back into her pocket and moved forward, the door creaking shut behind her as the dim, uncertain glow of the interior swallowed her silhouette.

Alice stepped into the shadow-soaked parlor, its air thick with the hum of whispered schemes and the faint tang of burnt ozone. The "terrors" paused their conversation, eyes glinting as Georgia Sivana rose from her seat at the far end of a battered oak table. Georgia was younger than Alice expected, her posture sharp and fox-like, her gaze appraising every subtle detail.

“So, this is our new friend from Midtown,” Georgia said, her tone laced with a curious cordiality. She gestured to the only empty chair; its wood scarred like a confession. “Sit, Maria. Let’s talk.”

Alice complied, folding her hands in her lap, her demeanour open, yet unreadable.

Georgia leaned forward, forearms resting atop a folder of unmarked papers. “Let’s begin with something simple. Why seek us out? People like you aren’t usually drawn to... unconventional work.”

Alice offered a modest shrug, the flicker of a smile at the corner of her lips. “Because I’m tired of being underestimated. I’ve seen what happens when the extraordinary hides from the world. I’d rather be part of something that changes the story.”

Georgia’s eyes did not waver. “And you’re not worried about consequences?”

“Of course I am,” Alice said, letting a hint of sincerity colour her words. “But fear rarely stops me. It only makes me careful.”

Georgia considered her, silent for a long moment. The room felt suspended, as if waiting for the outcome of a silent equation.

“Tell me about your skills,” Georgia pressed, her fingers idly drumming the folder. “Everyone who sits at this table brings something dangerous or useful. Which are you?”

Alice’s smile edged towards enigmatic. “Why not both? I’ve got a knack for blending in, gathering information people don’t even know they’re sharing. And I know how to get where I’m not supposed to be.”

A subtle nod from Georgia. “We value initiative here. But loyalty is even more important. Tell me, Maria, if someone offered you twice as much to betray us, would you take it?”

Alice met her eyes without flinching. “You can buy actions, not allegiance. If I’m here, it’s because I chose to be. That choice matters more than money.”

A brief, satisfied smile flickered across Georgia’s lips. She closed the folder, tapping it once. “We’ll see if your actions match your words. For now, you’re in. But understand—everyone here is both a guardian and a spy. I’ll be watching.”

And with that, the air in the room shifted, acceptance, cautious and conditional, had been extended. Alice inclined her head, aware that the true test was only beginning. Alice began fiddling with her lanyard, as a nervous habit, especially remembering its use, just in case she needed other demigods to pull her out. She knew that Oracle or Orphan were listening within the Clocktower, since they had handed her a mic disguised as a necklace.

She could almost feel the pulse of anticipation humming through the minute circuitry pressed against her skin, a steady reminder that her words were not only for Georgia, but for unseen allies and silent judges far beyond these four walls. The lanyard’s weight was oddly reassuring, a talisman as much as a tool.

Georgia rose, gathering the folder beneath her arm. “You’ll receive your first assignment tonight. Don’t be late.” Her tone was final, brisk—a door closing on questions, at least for now.

Left alone, Alice exhaled, tension spilling from her shoulders as the adrenaline ebbed. The room, stripped of interrogation, seemed suddenly too quiet. She traced her fingers along the lanyard’s edge, feeling for the faintest seam where the mic nestled. “Did you get all that?” she murmured, barely voicing the words.

A brief static flicker answered—Oracle’s way of acknowledging receipt. It was enough. She straightened, purpose returning. If this were the beginning, she would meet it on her terms, wary but unbowed, ready to walk the knife-edge between guardian and spy.

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Whilst in the manor, a few days previous, Steph approached Bruce, regarding her plans to ensure that Dr Sivana is unlikely to escape.

“Is this plan sound?” Bruce asks her.

Steph puffs out her cheeks, and answers, “You really think I make a plan without a failsafe, and I also have options to pull out my spy.”

Bruce then questions, “Do you trust them? Your rescue plan.”

Steph tells him absolutely, “You are a paranoid old man. I wonder how no one has figured out you are the Bat.”

Bruce stares at her with a look of shock on her face, whilst he notices Jason and Cass sitting in the corner, eating popcorn as the argument unfolds.

Bruce’s lips tightened into that almost-smile he never quite allowed himself. “Paranoia keeps people alive, Steph. Especially when you’re the one everyone’s counting on.” His eyes flickered to the blueprints spread across the desk, then back to her with a steadiness that could pin shadows.

Steph rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “There’s a difference between being careful and wrapping everything in ten layers of suspicion. I get it—trust is expensive. But if you spend your whole life waiting for the worst, you’ll miss the people who’d actually have your back.”

He nodded, conceding nothing. “You’ll forgive me for wanting proof over promises. If something goes wrong, I want to know the plan accounts for everyone—especially you.”

She grinned, irrepressible. “I didn’t say I’d take unnecessary risks. My backup has backup, and my exit has an exit. You taught me how to never set foot in a room I can’t get out of.”

Bruce’s gaze softened, just for a breath. “And you listened.”

Steph's demeanour turned solemn. "I have listened, Bruce. However, there comes a time when delegation is necessary—trust your team to fulfil their responsibilities, even if you are not overseeing every detail personally."

He regarded her intently before finally nodding, offering his closest form of assent. "Ensure that you return safely."

Steph responded in a calm and assured tone. "Always. And consider yourself fortunate I chose not to slap you as I have done previously."

Bruce appeared taken aback, while Jason cackled, expressing regret at having missed Steph's previous slap. Cass added, "This operation is designated for Steph and me, as our respective legacies dictate."

"The demigods are resolute in preventing any further intersection of mythology and mortality," Steph concluded.

As Jason leaves the manor, he whispers to Steph, “How many options do you have for rescue.”

Steph holds up four fingers just in case Plan A goes wrong. “I have the two most powerful Warriors on standby, as well as Dread and Tsunami.”

“I noticed the power that those two radiated.” Jason says to her.

“Yes, they are powerful. One is Il Re Fantasma, and the other one is La Tempestad Viviente.” Steph mentions

“The Living Tempest and the Ghost King” Jason says in awe.

---

 

Whilst at Camp Half-Blood, the demigods were nervous regarding the mission that Alice was sent on. The tension was palpable, especially considering that they had all experienced the Mist falling, but didn’t expect mythology and mortality to mix again.

“I’m worried about her mental state, if something does happen” Will tells Annabeth

“Lets just hope she doesn’t run into Scarecrow or the Joker, since their venoms are notorious.” Annabeth says as she talks to Will.

Piper butts in, “I wouldn’t let my father work in Gotham to be honest. But sometimes, danger is the life of a demigod”

Nico whispers to Chiara in Italian, “why am I on call”

Chiara quickly responds, “It’s the power that you hold, especially with the dark and dreary nature of Gotham”

Nico smirks as he reminds himself of what he told Percy, and now tells Chiara the same thing and says, “With great power comes the need to take a nap”.

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Out on the sun-dappled edge of the camp, Raquel stood facing Miranda, her hands half-buried in the loamy earth. Miranda, the seasoned daughter of Demeter, radiated a quiet confidence as she knelt beside a patch of stubborn, tangled vines. “Again,” Miranda encouraged, her tone gentle but insistent. “Feel the roots beneath your fingertips—imagine them stretching, eager for your guidance.”

Raquel closed her eyes and focused, drawing slow, careful breaths. She pictured the green veins winding beneath the surface, pulsing with silent life. Miranda offered subtle, whispered advice, her own fingers trailing through the leaves. “Don’t force them. Plants respond best to patience and trust. Let them sense what you want, not what you demand.”

The vines near Raquel began to tremble, uncertain, then gradually unfurled, creeping along the stones at a measured pace. “That’s it,” Miranda murmured, a smile flickering across her lips. “You’re not fighting their wildness, you’re joining it.”

Raquel opened her eyes, amazed at how the greenery had woven itself into intricate loops. Her confidence blossomed with every coaxed bud and swaying fern. Miranda nodded approvingly, her presence both anchor and spring breeze. “You’re growing, Raquel. Remember, the wildness is part of you too just as shadows are.”

Side by side, teacher and student continued, their laughter and focused intent blending with the rustle of leaves—two spirits cultivating strength, one lesson at a time.

Chapter 12: Operation Sivana and the Haunted Maze

Summary:

The Gotham Heroes, including Wonder Woman and Aquaman, convened at Mount Justice to discuss upcoming trials and Operation Sivana, preparing for significant challenges ahead. The atmosphere combined camaraderie with strategic focus as they planned their next moves.
• Third trial announcement: Architect informed the group that Wonder Woman and Aquaman would soon face their third trial, which involved specific mythological tasks linked to muses and demigods.
• Locations for trials debated: The group engaged in a lighthearted yet thoughtful discussion about the cities relevant to the trials, with Aquaman ultimately directed to Opal City to retrieve a demigod daughter of Aphrodite.
• Operation Sivana counterplan: Oracle presented intelligence on Dr. Sivana's plan to incite chaos on Halloween and detailed the countermeasures developed by her, Spoiler, and Orphan to thwart this threat.

Within the cavernous system that was Mount Justice, the Gotham Heroes, the demigods alongside Wonder Woman and Aquaman gathered to discuss trials and Operation Sivana. The echo of footsteps mingled with the low hum of anticipation, every face illuminated by the soft glow of consoles and tactical screens lining the chamber walls. Architect, stepping forward with an air of quiet authority, announced that the third trial for Wonder Woman and Aquaman was soon to take place. The weight of impending challenges seemed to settle in the air.

Spoiler, ever quick-witted, glanced around and asked, “Where’s Hurricane?” To which Praetor replied with a knowing smile, “She’s at a ranch currently preparing for Halloween.” Red Robin, grinning, chimed in, “Guessing she is with Scales then?” His playful remark drew a round of snickers from the group, though Batman quickly raised a gloved hand, restoring order with a calm but commanding presence. “Okay, let’s discuss the trials, and then Operation Sivana.”

Beauty, ever the dramatic, swept a dossier from the table and tossed it towards Wonder Woman. “Which muse has had a son in Nashville?” she prompted. Wonder Woman paused, deep in thought, before pondering aloud if it was Clio or Polyhymnia. Beauty, with a gentle nod, clarified that Kourotrophos had specifically requested this as her third trial. Architect, not missing a beat, presented another file which this time described the demigod daughter of Aphrodite and addressed the Bats, challenging them to guess which city Aquaman would need to visit to retrieve the demigod.

“We all know it wouldn’t be Gotham,” Spoiler quipped, prompting a chorus of knowing chuckles. Batman suggests Baton Rouge, due to its traditional French heritage, and the origin of how the city is commonly associated with Love. Red Hood leaned forward, suggesting Opal City as the location, given its frequent comparison to Paris and the fact that French is, after all, the language of love. The group’s camaraderie shone through even as the serious business at hand loomed, a testament to their unity in the face of extraordinary trials.

Aquaman says, “So I am to go to Opal City as directed by the Sun Lord.”

Architect confirms, “Yes, if you prefer that your personal life remains unchanged, especially when dealing with the Dove and her children.” Aquaman was taken aback as he recalled the numerous legends recounted in Poseidonis, particularly a memory of his mother sharing the myth of the Trojan War and its origins.

Red Hood quietly asks Beauty, who is standing beside him, “Your mother tends to be vengeful, correct?”

Beauty replies, “It is best not to provoke her.”

Nightwing quickly glances in that direction trying to get a read on what Beauty and Red Hood are discussing. Spoiler puts up a gloved hand and asks Oracle, if she can provide the information that Warrior Thief has gathered as she infiltrated Dr Sivana’s operation.

Oracle presents a detailed PowerPoint on Dr Sivana’s plan to create widespread disruption on Halloween. She informs the group that she, Spoiler, and Orphan have been working diligently throughout the month to form a counterplan. Architect requests information about the threats Sivana has assembled. Oracle notes that there is a wolf with ruby red eyes, which appears to be ancient.

Beauty responds by stating, “You need me on rotation, Architect.” Red Robin questions why Beauty’s involvement is necessary, and Architect clarifies that the Lunar Division is currently engaged elsewhere and that Beauty possesses the only divine silver weapon capable of banishing the First Werewolf. Architect explains that she has a plan, but needs the Legacy Bats there, since they already had experience dealing with terrors. Beauty whilst listening, discreetly handed two tickets to Nightwing and told him they’re for Mari. “You know?”

Beauty, “Yep, The Owl Kids figured it out.”

Nightwing then whispers to Batman, “I’m taking Halloween off.” Batman grunts, and Nightwing discreetly slides over the tickets. “That be fun for her” Batman gruntles.

Architect then starts to dissect her plan, Spoiler with Red Hood as her spotter, taking shots from a gargoyle. Batman and Batwoman would be responsible for apprehending Thaddeus and Georgia Sivana. Orphan and Robin would fight back-to-back on the ground with the Warriors.

“What is your team?” Red Robin asks

Praetor announced that the team would comprise Dread, Tsunami, Architect, Hurricane, and Scales. Spoiler inquired about the decision to form an all-female team. Subsequently, Oracle communicated via screen that she had observed empousai, which could inhibit charm-speaking abilities among many of the warriors. Architect proceeded to withdraw a box from her pocket and handed it to Red Robin, who opened it to reveal crossbow arrows tipped with Celestial Bronze. "Please provide these to Huntress, as she serves as additional aerial support," she instructed.

Batman queried, "Why not assign Red Robin to partner with Spoiler?"

Beauty stepped forward and clarified that, as a daughter of Aphrodite, she possesses insight into personal preferences; she noted that Red Robin tends to favour individuals who are tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, regardless of gender. Robin asked whether all children of Aphrodite have this ability, to which Beauty responded that most do, once they become aware of their heritage. The group soon finish their meeting, but not before Architect hands two tickets to Red Hood and tells him to give them to Arsenal for Lian.

“Haunted Maze and Haunted House, Crimson Outpost, Wyoming” Red Hood reads.

As the meeting draws to a close, the tension in the air begins to dissipate. Oracle, satisfied with the progress made, reminds everyone to double-check their gear and communications before dispersal. Nightwing exchanges a knowing glance with Spoiler, who simply gives a thumbs up, her confidence evident despite the looming threat. The team members begin to gather their things, quietly discussing the roles they've been assigned and the upcoming challenges. Meanwhile, Beauty lingers by the doorway, offering a reassuring smile to each member as they pass, her presence a subtle but steady reassurance. The group’s resolve is clear: whatever Dr Sivana has planned for Halloween, they will be ready.

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As dusk settled across the rolling expanse of the Crimson Outpost, the air was thick with anticipation. The sprawling property, renowned for its lush pastures and sturdy fences, had been transformed into something altogether more sinister for the season—a haunted maze snaking through towering bales of hay, and a ramshackle, shadow-draped house perched beside it, daring the bravest to enter.

The Mullochans, a hearty family with a mischievous streak, watched with delight as Percy dashed about, her arms full of props. Percy never one to do things by halves—was determined that this year’s maze would be the stuff of legend. She cornered Avery, her fiancé, by the barn’s open doors, her turquoise eyes alight with excitement.

“Avery, you’ve got to make this absoutely epic,” Percy urged, clutching her hands as if she could pour her enthusiasm straight into her.  “I want people screaming and laughing and talking about it for years. Think about this: phantom scarecrows, moving shadows, maybe some water illusions. We can get the dry ice machine going, right? And the scary pranks—oh, they have to be brilliant! If anyone can pull it off, it’s you. Come on, love, make it a maze to remember.”

Avery grinned, slightly overwhelmed but never able to resist Persephone’s vibrant energy. “Alright, Sea Star. If we’re doing this, we’re going all in. Jump scares, hidden passages, maybe even a fake werewolf in the cornfield. Daid has already agreed to help with the mechanics, and I heard they’ve got a stash of old costumes in the attic.”

From the porch, Craig Mullochan called out, “Just don’t set the cattle off again, Percy! Last year’s stampede nearly had us all in the next county.”

Persephone flashed a wicked grin. “No promises, Craig!” She turned back to Avery, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “And if you need a little ocean magic—well, I might be able to lend a hand. Just don’t tell the others.”

As the sun dipped behind the Wyoming hills, lanterns flickered to life, casting long, eerie shadows through the maze. With Avery and Persephone at the helm, and the Mullochans eager to outdo themselves, this Halloween promised to be the most unforgettable yet—full of laughter, shrieks, and just a dash of demigod mayhem.

“Oooh, you want the horse in on it,” Avery asks Percy, her ruby eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Go hiomlán, it be fun” Percy grins, before guiding Avery towards the Haunted Maze.

As Percy laughed, the sound bubbling up in the cool evening air, Craig leaned against the porch railing, an amused twinkle in his eye. “Avery,” he called, voice carrying across the lantern-lit yard, “I’ve got to ask, what convinced you to date someone wilder than a spring colt? Can’t say I ever expected my daughter to fall for the likes of Persephone Jackson.”

Avery grinned, glancing at Percy, who was already plotting out the spectral harness for Starfire. “What can I say, Daid? She’s got enough spirit to keep this whole family on their toes and enough heart to make the madness worth it. Besides, someone has to keep up with her!” Percy shot a triumphant smile over her shoulder, clearly relishing the exchange.

Unfazed, Craig shook his head, a fond smile settling on his face. “Well, just don’t let her rope you into the cornfield again, or at least bring a lantern this time!”

Percy rolled her eyes playfully. “Oh, come on, Craig, you know you wouldn’t have it any other way!”

With a final wink at Avery, she returned to her plans for the ghostly horse, excitement radiating from her as she mapped out the scare of the night. The maze, alive with flickering shadows and echoing howls, stood ready to become the stuff of legend—laughter, shrieks, and a dash of Jackson and Mullochan combined mischief carrying into the Wyoming night.

Chapter 13: Third trial

The next morning, waking up to the pinkish hues of sunrise, rolling over the Prairie, Percy noticed that she had received a text from Annabeth and quickly scanned the text.

She woke Avery up and showed her the text and it said.

Annabeth: Percy, we need you in Gotham in Halloween.

Percy blinked at the message, her mind racing. Gotham on Halloween? That was no small request—Annabeth never called unless something truly urgent was afoot. Avery, still groggy, peered at the screen and let out a low whistle. “Looks like your reputation for chaos travels far, Percy. You reckon Starfire’s up for a city adventure?”

Percy grinned, her eyes alight with anticipation. “If Gotham wants a bit of Jackson mischief, they’ll get it. But first—we’ll need to pack. No point facing Gotham’s ghosts without a few tricks of our own.”

Avery chuckled, already picturing the pair navigating Gotham’s shadowy streets. “Well, you know I’m not letting you go alone. Between your spirit and my stubbornness, Gotham won’t know what hit it.”

With the Wyoming sunrise fading behind them and Halloween beckoning from the wild heart of Gotham, Percy and Avery began to plan—ready to bring their own brand of chaos to new territory.

Percy: “Hey, Mum! I was wondering if you and Estelle might fancy visiting the ranch for a bit. We’ve got a haunted maze set up at the Crimson Outpost—should be a laugh. And you’ll finally get to meet Craig, Avery’s dad!”

Sally responds with a smile “Oh, Percy, which sounds brilliant. Estelle’s been dying to see you, and Paul loves a good, haunted maze. I think we’d all enjoy a bit of the countryside. Is next weekend all right?”

Percy: “Perfect! We’ll have the maze ready. And tell Paul he’d better brush up on his ghost stories—Craig’s got plenty from Wyoming. But we will be in Gotham on a mission for most of Halloween night.”

Sally snickers “Deal. I’ll let Estelle know she’s in for an adventure, and we’ll pack our boots. See you soon, love.”

Percy beamed, swiping her hand through the shimmering colours to close the connection, already imagining the laughter and chaos to come.

---

 

 

In the historic districts of Nashville, Wonder Woman commenced a search for a demigod named Elias Monroe, guided by a map of divine origin that directed her mission to escort him to Camp Half-Blood. The public took notice of her unusual presence in Nashville, as she was typically associated with Gateway City, prompting widespread curiosity regarding the purpose of her visit.

As she walked along the cobbled streets, Diana saw a busker surrounded by a crowd. Moving towards the front, she observed the young performer and noted his unusual presence. Quietly listening in, she noticed that the music he played seemed to attract many, who were in awe of skills.

The young musician paused his singing, walked towards Diana, and whispered, “Are you here for me? Do you know who my mother is? My name is Elias Monroe.”

Diana, speaking quietly, stated, "Your mother is Polyhymnia, and I am here to escort you to Camp Half-Blood on behalf of Apollo, as part of my trials." Elias then asked for the reason behind her trials. Diana responded that, because she did not act during the last two Great Prophecies, she was required to complete six trials; she had already completed two, passing one and failing the other.

Diana waited for Elias’s response, her gaze gentle but unwavering. The young demigod’s eyes widened at the mention of his unknown mother’s name, and for a moment, the bustling Nashville street seemed to fade into the background. A nervous energy passed between them as Elias clutched the neck of his guitar a little tighter.

“I always suspected,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I mean, the music, the way people listen, sometimes it feels like magic. But I never thought I’d meet someone like you.”

Wonder Woman smiled reassuringly. “You have a gift, Elias. The world is bigger and stranger than most people imagine. Camp Half-Blood will help you learn what you can do—and how to keep yourself safe. Are you ready?”

Elias nodded, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering across his face. “I’ll come. But… can I play one last song? For Nashville. For my mum.”

Diana inclined her head. “Of course. I’ll wait.”

The demigod stepped back into the circle of onlookers, lifted his guitar, and began to play—a haunting melody that seemed to linger in the autumn air, drawing smiles and silent tears from the crowd. Diana watched, quietly proud, as Elias’s music bridged the gap between the mortal and divine.

As the last note echoed through the cobbled streets, Elias set his guitar in its case and turned to Diana, newfound determination in his eyes. “But before we head to Camp Half-Blood, let me explain to your father where you can train.” Diana tells Elias.

Elias guides her towards Music Row, the neighbourhood that he grew up in. Elias unlocks the door and greets her father, explaining that they have guest. He walks to the door to see Wonder Woman and greets her, “My name is Gary Monroe, Elias is my son.”

Diana answers politely, “I’m here to tell you that your son is a demigod, a son of Polyhymnia specifically.”

Gary tells her to come inside, but not before getting an oath of Xenia. “Of course, Polyhymnia would fall in love with someone from Nashville.”

Diana asks him, “What is it that you do.”

Gary motioned for them to sit as he closed the door behind Diana, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. “I’m a producer, mostly,” he began, settling into his favourite armchair. “Spent half my life producing music for the small Country artists. Music is in my blood, just like Elias.”

Diana nodded, a flicker of understanding passing over her face. “It would seem Polyhymnia chose well. Your talent and your heart have shaped Elias in ways that even the Gods respect.”

Gary smiled, pride softening his features as he looked at his son. “So, this Camp Half-Blood… He’ll be safe there?”

“He will,” Diana assured him. “He’ll have friends and mentors who understand what he is. Elias has a rare gift, and the camp will help him learn to use it wisely. And he can come back for the school year.”

Gary placed a reassuring hand on Elias’s shoulder. “Then you go with her, son. Make Nashville—and your mum—proud.”

Elias glanced between his father and the goddess, nerves giving way to anticipation. With one last embrace, he and Diana stepped out, ready to face the extraordinary journey ahead.

Wonder Woman arrives at the border of Camp Half-Blood without incident and formally presents Elias to Chiron. Upon arrival, Elias is enveloped in an ivory light, with a veil symbol illuminated above his head. Subsequently, Chiron introduces Elias to the assembled campers as the son of Polyhymnia.

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The sun hung low over Opal City's gleaming skyline, bathing the bustling streets in a golden haze. Amidst the crowd, Sabine wandered, uncertainty etched across her features as she clutched a weathered map. She glanced up, searching for any sign that could lead her to her destiny.

Suddenly, the crowd parted as a tall figure strode purposefully towards her. His presence was commanding, a shock of blond hair, sea-blue eyes, and an aura of calm strength. The trident at his side marked him unmistakably as Aquaman.

He slowed as he approached, offering Sabine a reassuring smile. “You’re Sabine, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice deep but gentle.

Sabine nodded, caught off guard by his familiarity. “I am. How did you know?”

Aquaman’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “Let’s just say I have friends in high places. Apollo asked me to find you and guide you to Camp Half-Blood. The journey isn’t far, but it’s best not to go alone. It is part of my trials to be accepted in the mythical world again.”

Relief washed over Sabine as she followed Aquaman through the maze of streets, his pace perfectly attuned to hers. They slipped through the city’s hidden pathways and across a tranquil river, the water parting in deference to Aquaman’s command.

As they neared the camp’s boundary, the trees grew taller, and the air shimmered with anticipation. Aquaman paused at the border, gesturing towards the iconic pine tree that marked the entrance. “From here, you’re safe. Chiron is waiting to welcome you.”

Sabine took a deep breath, her nerves steadied by Aquaman’s guidance. Together, they crossed into Camp Half-Blood, where Chiron awaited, ready to embrace Sabine as one of the camp’s own. Crossing past the pine tree, she is basked in a pink glow where Chiron declares, “Hail Sabine Dorsey, Daughter of Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Lady of Doves, She Who Blesses War.”

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Once leaving Camp-Half Blood, Diana and Arthur were greeted by Apollo who congratulated them on passing their third trial.

Notes:

Gotham will come next week especially with Operation Sivana, struggling how to word it

Chapter 14: Completion of Operation Sivana

In the dream, Cluemaster found himself in a mist-shrouded hall, its marble floor swirling with shadow and moonlight. Before him stood the three ancient Fates, weaving the tapestry of destiny with nimble fingers. On a loom of starlight, two threads gleamed with otherworldly brilliance: one, spun from pure gold, shimmered with light, which was Cluemaster’s own string. The other, a deep pomegranate red, pulsed with a quiet, forbidden power: Warrior Dread’s fate entwined within its fibres. Atropos’s eyes glowed as they spoke, her voice echoing like distant thunder: “Choose, Cluemaster. Your choice is this: If you don’t aid the warriors, the string of Warrior Dread will be cut, but if you do, it will be your string that will be cut. This is the choice that you must make.” The weight of destiny pressed heavy upon Cluemaster’s heart, every breath filled with the sweet, sharp scent of pomegranate and the metallic tang of gold.

Once Percy and Avery had said goodbye, so they could participate in Operation Sivana. Percy, riding on her Pegasus- Blackjack and Avery riding on her Pegasus- Starfire. Flying across the rolling lands that was the midwestern states, they soon got a call on their comms, regarding how Gotham was operating.

Shadow called over the comm, “Hey cuz, we got a serious problem”.

Percy asked, “How bad is the situation.”

Avery asked, “How many troops? How many weapons do we need?”

Shadow replied, “It’s worse than Manhattan, a ridiculous crowd. Bring all the weapons you have with you.”

Percy cursed vividly, whilst Avery just rolled her eyes as if this was a normal Halloween in Gotham.

Shadow told Percy, “Language, but knowing you, you won’t listen.”

Percy responded quickly with sass, “I just got a Halloween Maze done. I’m supposed to be on the ranch.”

Avery joined in commenting, “We were supposed to be chilling, but no Dr Sivana decided to be a bitch.”

Shadow told them, “Well, you better get used to it.”

The Pegasi soared over Gotham’s skyline toward the Old Bowery, where mythological monsters awaited. Before landing, Avery and Percy twisted their rings, transforming into their Warriors uniforms as Scales and Hurricane.

Once they had landed, they were greeted by the Gotham Vigilantes, excluding Nightwing and also greeted by the other Warriors. Spoiler was ready aiming her bow, with Red Hood as her spotter, whilst on the opposite roof stood Huntress, who had Red Robin as her spotter. Below stood Beauty, Architect, Scales and Hurricane, who were stood back-to-back in a circle, ready to dismantle the monsters that stood below them. Robin, Orphan, Shadow and Dread, were stood together ready to take down the mythological terrors that Dr Sivana had gathered.

Soon, after a fierce and chaotic battle that saw them dismantle the entire colony of Cyclops, the air still thick with the scent of the sea and the echoing roars of defeated monsters, they managed to rescue Thief. Dust swirling around her boots, Thief fixed Georgia Sivana with a steely gaze, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and defiance. She stepped forward, voice unwavering, and declared, “I’m a Warrior, Georgia. I infiltrated your operation from the inside—spied on your every move. And now, look where your scheming has landed you.”

Georgia’s lips curled in frustration, her fists clenched at her sides. For a moment, tension crackled in the night air as the two adversaries faced off, the ruins of the battle creating an uneasy silence across the rooftop. The Gotham Vigilantes kept their weapons trained, not daring to relax just yet, while the Warriors exchanged wary glances, knowing the confrontation was not yet over. Over their comms, they heard Oracle tell them, “We have an issue in Robinson Park.”

Dread asked, “What’s the problem.”

Oracle responded that she had spotted Strixes and the First Werewolf.  Beauty tells Dread over the comms, “Take me through the shadow. You deal with the Strixes, and I’ll handle Lycaon.”

Dread responds in the affirmative, before grabbing Beauty and shadow travelling to Robinson Park. Within the park, they were greeted by the sight of Lycaon being surrounded by Strixes, who was daring Beauty and Dread to bring. Dread bought her hands to the ground, vines swirling around her, as many Strixes imploded. Whilst Beauty prepared to go toe-toe with Lycaon. “I am going to remind you of the ancient art of Aphrodite Areia. Love can mend or destroy a relationship.”

Beauty strode forward, her grip tightening instinctively around the hilt of her silver Katana as she faced Lycaon. The First Werewolf towered above her, his lupine form dwarfing the crumbling park statues, eyes glinting with predatory intelligence and ancient rage. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to hold its breath: Lycaon's claws flexed, scraping the stone at his feet, while Beauty's gaze remained steady, unflinching as moonlight caught the raven locks of her hair. The silence was broken only by the distant sounds of combat, both adversaries locked in a silent exchange of resolve and challenge, neither willing to back down. With a swift, decisive motion, Beauty lunged, her Katana gleaming as she drove the blade towards Lycaon’s flank.

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Carefully jumping across the roofs, Cluemaster soon finds Spoiler and approaches her quietly. Red Hood looks wary of this situation. Cluemaster tells Spoiler, “I’ve had a dream from Atropos.”

Red Hood cursed, whilst Spoiler responded quickly, “You’re kidding right.”

Cluemaster said, “Nope, and can you connect me to Dread.”

Spoiler asked why and Cluemaster told his daughter, “I need to say something so important to her, or The Iron Queen will be pissed.”

Carefully jumping across the roofs, Cluemaster soon finds Spoiler and approaches her quietly. Red Hood looks wary of this situation. Cluemaster’s brow is furrowed, the weight of something unspeakable trembling in his voice as he tells Spoiler, “I’ve had a dream from Atropos.”

Red Hood cursed, sensing the gravity behind Cluemaster’s words, while Spoiler’s breath caught as she responded quickly, “You’re kidding, right?”

Cluemaster shook his head, eyes haunted, “Nope. And can you connect me to Dread?” The urgency in his tone was unmistakable, a chill creeping between them as Spoiler hesitated, searching his face for any sign of jest. When she finally nodded, Cluemaster drew a ragged breath and, through the comms, his voice like a final warning, told Dread, “Do you want to meet your mother for eternity early?” The words hung in the air, heavy with threat and prophecy, promising that the night’s dangers were far from over.

Cluemaster soon joins Dread, where he began to protect her .

Cluemaster’s warning still echoed in the night when, without waiting for reply, he sprang into action. The shrieks of Empousai cut through the park’s darkness as Cluemaster darted through the chaos, making straight for the monstrous terrors converging upon Dread and Beauty. Spoiler called after him, her voice cracking, “Dad, wait!”—but he only spared her a fleeting look, eyes brimming with both fear and fierce love.

He paused, turning back for a heartbeat as Spoiler reached him. The world seemed to slow around them—monsters looming, shadows writhing. “You were the best thing I ever did,” Cluemaster whispered, his hands cupping her face. “Promise me you’ll keep fighting. For yourself. For all of us.” Tears glistened in Spoiler’s eyes as she tried to speak, but he shook his head, a sad smile crossing his lips. “I love you, Stephanie. Always. I just wish I had been a better father. Remember.”

With one last embrace, Cluemaster broke away, charging between the terrors and the heroes. The Strixes descended, claws flashing, and an Empousa turned with a growl towards Cluemaster. Cluemaster stood tall, defiant, drawing every monstrous gaze as Spoiler screamed his name. He fought fiercely, sacrificing himself to shield his daughter and her allies- one last stand that allowed Spoiler to escape the encroaching horrors. As the darkness claimed him, his last thought was of his daughter’s safety, and the hope that his sacrifice would buy them one more dawn.

Dread tells the gathered heroes, “We need a shroud for the son of Apollo.”

Hurricane responds, “Did he have his naulon?”

Dread responds in the affirmative. Red Hood asks “what is a naulon”

Shadow explains that it is the fare given to Charon to pass the river. Spoiler with fury burning in her sky-blue eyes turns towards Shadow, “You know what I want? Proper funeral rites but done by Wonder Woman."

Whilst Red Hood comforted Spoiler, Red Robin notices that Batman had just apprehended Dr Sivana before he could run. Batman quickly surveyed the scene and noticed that Spoiler was struggling and wanted to know what was going on. Red Robin told him, “Her father’s death just happened. He laid down his life to protect the other Warriors. We couldn’t do anything.”

Batman asks, “Why not?”. Hurricane tells him that it was prophesised

Batman’s gaze softened for a rare moment, his gloved hand resting hesitantly on Spoiler’s shoulder. “We honour his sacrifice,” he said quietly, the weight of leadership and loss threading his voice. “You’re not alone in this, Stephanie. We stand together, always.” The words, simple yet steady, rippled through the group, grounding them amidst the chaos and grief. Spoiler wiped her tears, drawing strength from the solidarity around her, and slowly nodded, resolving to carry on despite the ache in her heart.

She knew that she would soon have to design his shroud, but not before she got something from the Warriors.

Spoiler turns towards the Warriors, “I want your vow that Wonder Woman will do his rites.”

Hurricane responds first, “I vow on the River Styx that as part of her trials, Wonder Woman is to do the funeral rites of Arthur Brown.”

One by one, the Warriors stepped forward, their voices ringing with solemnity.

Dread nodded first, his tone resolute, “I vow that Wonder Woman will see to the proper rites.”

Shadow’s eyes, usually unreadable, held a rare compassion as he echoed, “By the River and the Oath, I vow it.”

Scales spoke next, her voice unwavering, “You have my word—Wonder Woman shall perform his funeral rites.”

Architect placed a hand to her heart, “On my honour, it will be so.”

Beauty stepped gracefully forward, her words gentle but clear, “You have all our vows, Spoiler. Wonder Woman will honour him as he deserves.”

Their promises wove together like a tapestry of support, binding the group with renewed purpose and unity.

Spoiler began to prepare the eulogy.

Notes:

Wonder Woman asks the Warriors, "Why is Spoiler so angry."

Chapter 15: The Anger of the Sun's Granddaughter

The Warriors soon said their goodbyes to the Gotham vigilantes, but not before they had a set the date for Arthur Brown’s funeral. Walking into the Hall of Justice, Spoiler marched angrily towards Wonder Woman, whilst wearing a black robe with golden trim. She turned towards Wonder Woman, her fury evident, that other members of the Justice League did not want to interfere.

Spoiler’s fists clenched at her sides, her voice tight with fury and heartbreak. “You promised, Wonder Woman. You all did! Why are you hesitating now? My father deserves more than half-hearted gestures; he deserves honour and dignity, not just a token ceremony. You don’t understand… I…I had just started to make things right with him. We barely got a chance to be family again, and now you’re telling me he won’t even be honoured properly?”

Wonder Woman met Spoiler’s glare with calm resolve, her eyes softening with empathy. “Spoiler, I understand your pain, and I honour your father’s memory. The funeral rites will be conducted with all the respect he is due. Trust that I will see this vow fulfilled in full—nothing less.”

Spoiler’s eyes flashed with wounded defiance. “Words mean nothing if you won’t follow through. I won’t let you turn this into a formality. He was my family, and he deserves to be remembered as such. We finally found forgiveness, and now this…”

Wonder Woman nodded, her voice gentle yet steadfast. “I promise you, Spoiler, he will be honoured. You have my word.”

Spoiler fixed Wonder Woman with a piercing glance, her voice trembling but searching. “Tell me, Wonder Woman, are you truly a Greek demigod? I know all demigods truly honour the dead, but do you?” she demanded, her grief tangled with scepticism.

A tense silence settled over the hall, the weight of grief and expectation hanging thick in the air. Even those who had once doubted the necessity of full rites now felt the gravity of Spoiler’s plea. Emotions simmered beneath the surface as allies exchanged uneasy glances, each quietly reckoning with their own sense of duty and respect for the fallen.

As Spoiler and Wonder Woman faced each other, voices from the nearby Justice League members drifted in, hesitant and uneasy. Batman shifted uncomfortably, his tone low, “This isn’t for us to mediate. Let them resolve it.” Green Lantern glanced at Flash, murmuring, “We should give them space—this is personal.” Flash nodded, whispering, “Best we stay out of this one. It’s not our place.”

Quietly, the Justice League and Warriors noticed that the room darkened and out of the shadows stepped a Warrior called Dread. But the unusual thing that they noticed was who was following her.

From the shadows, a regal figure emerged—Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, her presence commanding an instant hush across the Hall. Her gaze was unwavering, ancient, and unyielding, and every footstep she took seemed to echo with the weight of myth and judgment.

She halted before Wonder Woman, her voice resonant and cold as marble. “Sister, I’m not sure you’re worthy of that title,” Persephone declared, her words falling heavy in the solemn air.

Wonder Woman met her, eyes steady, lips pressed together in silent acknowledgement of the challenge.

Persephone’s gaze flickered to Spoiler, then returned to Wonder Woman, sharper now, full of accusation and pain. “Arthur Brown died protecting my only demigod daughter—Dread. His sacrifice was not ordinary, nor should his remembrance be. Honour is demanded, not requested, and it is not yours to withhold.”

A ripple passed through the assembled heroes. Dread, standing in Persephone’s shadow, lowered her eyes in wordless gratitude and sorrow.

Persephone’s tone deepened, the air seeming to chill as she stepped closer. “Just remember who the Exacter of Justice is, and it is not just me who you have angered” she intoned, each syllable carved with ancient authority.

Wonder Woman straightened, her resolve visible, but there was humility in her answer. “Persephone, I do not claim justice as my own. I honour your daughter’s protector, and I accept your judgment. I will see Arthur Brown remembered—by the rites of gods and mortals alike. This, I vow.”

A hush settled, the moment heavy with resolve and reluctant respect, as Persephone’s challenge hung in the air; an echo of justice, binding all who bore witness to its demands. The Warriors in the corner were discussing.

As the tension lingered, a murmured conversation sparked among the Warriors. Beauty, her voice soft but edged with awe, said, “To see Persephone intervene so openly—this must be more than legend now. I’ve never seen Wonder Woman so measured.”

Hurricane, arms tense at her sides, added, “It’s not every day the Queen of the Underworld walks these halls. I felt the room chill when she spoke. Makes you wonder: if honour is at stake, what else could follow?”

Scales, always pragmatic, turned her head thoughtfully. “Persephone’s words cut deeper than any blade. The Justice League’s silence is wise. For once, everyone here is just a witness, not a player. I hope Diana’s vow is enough, for all our sakes.”

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A gentle wind swept through the temple courtyard, stirring the fabric of grief and ceremony alike. The Warriors gathered in solemn procession, each draped in flowing peplos and elegant chitons, their silhouettes painted in shades of reverence under the waning light. Stephanie Brown stood at the forefront, her golden peplos cinched with a dark sash; a silent tribute to the man whose courage had shaped her path. At her side, Cassandra Cain moved with quiet dignity, her peplos a deep crimson bound at the waist with a black sash, the colours stark and poignant against the pale marble, her eyes fixed on the altar where the memory of Arthur Brown was being honoured.

As the rites commenced, the Warriors assembled in a solemn circle around the towering pyre, their forms cast in long shadows by the flickering torches. Their voices rose, weaving together an ancient hymn; the melody tremulous yet resonant, echoing off the pale marble columns and carrying the weight of centuries of remembrance. The air was thick with incense and the scent of laurel, the lingering dusk painting the scene in tones of bronze and violet.

Shadow approached Stephanie with measured steps, his presence both gentle and commanding. He extended the torch, flames licking at the night, and spoke softly, “It is the next of kin that is supposed to light the pyre.” Stephanie’s hand trembled as she accepted the torch, her face streaked with tears that traced shining paths down her cheeks. Sorrow and pride warred within her, each tear a tribute to the man she was about to honour. The light of the torch caught the gold of her peplos, making her appear almost ethereal as she stepped forward.

With Cassandra at her side, casting a steadying hand upon her arm, Stephanie knelt before the pyre. She paused, breath shuddering, and then set the flames to the carefully stacked wood. As fire blossomed, her tears glistened in the growing glow, the grief etched on her face illuminated for all to see; raw, honest, and unflinching. Cassandra squeezed her hand, a silent promise of solidarity, and together they bowed their heads, united in remembrance.

Hurricane stepped forward next, laying a golden drachma upon the pyre, a token for safe passage, gleaming amidst the rising smoke. The Warriors’ hymn softened into a humming chant, their gestures imbued with reverence as the flames climbed higher, crackling with the fury and grace of a life well defended. Every gaze in the circle reflected the vow Wonder Woman had spoken, every movement a living testament to sacrifice and honour.

In that sacred moment, the line between gods and mortals seemed to dissolve. The assembled heroes grieved not only a steadfast protector, but a beloved father, a legend whose story would echo beyond this night. As the flames licked ever higher, spirits and mortals alike bore witness to a soul departing with dignity, bound for the silent realms with all the honours due.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 4 of WARRIORS OF OLYMPUS