Emerging from the swirling wind embrace of a tempest of crows, Hera and Amphitrite materialized before the enchanting shores of Themiscyra. Amphitrite walked the land adorned in her newly acquired wardrobe, which seemed as if the very essence of the ocean had enrobed her. The long dress trailed behind her, forever connected to the sea, leaving what appeared as a floating river wherever she trod on the island. Her accessories are adorned with intricately crafted seashells and pearls. Amphitrite's face remained veiled, shrouded in drapes woven from seaweed.
In stark contrast, Hera stood regally, her long black hair cascading around her. Her ethereal presence was boosted by her pale skin adorned with resplendent purple makeup and lipstick. Cloaked in a long dress of royal purple featuring a daring slit that revealed one of her legs, imparting a commanding and sassy aura of elegance yet battle ready. The dress itself boasted black feathers embellishing the sleeves and collar, adding an element of dark elegance to her formidable presence.
Their entrance was so threatening that almost every member of the Amazon army rode in to greet the Goddesses on the shore. At the sight of Hera and Amphitrite, the army stayed distant while The Queen of Themiscyra mounted off her horse and walked up to the Goddesses to kneel. "My Goddesses, apologies. We didn't know you were coming; we would have prepared a feast. But since you are already here, my ladies, what brings you to Themiscyra, if I may ask?"
Amphitrite slowly walked closer, her thumbs twirling around each other. "Oh, Queen Hippolyta—Hih-Poly-tuh, you look just as lovely and strong as always, and no need for a feast, dear. We shall be gone before you know it. However, we have a situation where I need all the Amazonians to be present. Every single last one, can you do that for me?"
Without lifting her head, the Queen raised her hand, and without delay, a loud blow of a horn sounded, and every Amazonian on Themiscira gathered in one place around the shore.
With all of the Amazonians gathered and kneeling before the two Goddesses, Amphitrite prepares to ask a straightforward question. But Hera always thought she was too soft, so she interrupted her and delivered a soul-snatching speech. "Now that you are all gathered. Before I lose my temper and wipe out the Amazons for good, I have a few questions," she said. Hera stepped forward and turned her head to all the Amazons, row by row.
"You know," Hera began, her voice silken with mock curiosity, "I've often wondered what God laid divine punishment upon your kind. And I could never figure out what the punishment was. Was it cursed to only birth daughters? Or perhaps to serve as an island of endless whores? It's both genius and annoying."
She let the insult simmer in the air, her gaze sweeping lazily across the warriors before her, looking for signs that her words had touched. "No? Still no answer? Pity—you don't even know your own history." Hera smiled, "Anyway," she continued, brushing an invisible speck from her robe, "I'm here on a rather delicate matter. We're looking for the woman foolishly desperate enough to pry open her clam-like legs to my dear friend Amphitrite's husband. You may know him… Poseidon? I hear he's quite popular in these parts."
The Queen rose to her feet to look at Hera, "I'm sorry, he comes here often, but none of us has had a child with Lord Poseidon-"
Before The Queen could finish her sentence, a group of crows flew inches before her. "Hippolyta, dear, do not lie to me. It will only shorten your lifespan. I recently heard about you and Zeus, but I don't have proof, which is the only reason you're alive. So, wait your turn, dear. Everybody will get a chance to die. As of now, if it wasn't you, say not I, or don't speak at all."
"She tells the truth!" Astreona spoke, emerging from the crowd and looking younger than she had on the day she accepted responsibility for Kaelena. "If you have come about my Kai, I mean Kaelena, she is not Poseidon's child." Astreona had only stepped forward to protect her Queen as a former royal bodyguard should. She had hoped that telling the Goddess the child wasn't Poseidon's would keep Hera from destroying their home.
Amphitrite gasped and almost fell to one knee, but she caught herself and placed one hand over her chest as she couldn't believe what she had heard. "Poseidon… you speak his name formally, yet you say you haven't slept with him?" Amphitrite replies, deeply disturbed.
As far as Hera was concerned, no matter the relationship, a mortal shall not speak a God's name so formally and volunteered to kill Astreona for Amphitrite. Though Amphitrite wanted more details and to get to the bottom of it, Hera folded her arms and stepped back with disapproval as the two talked. What Amphitrite wanted to know was, if not Poseidon's, then whose child was it? However, the primary purpose of having the child stay with the Amazonians was to maintain secrecy, and Astreona knew this was something she would have to take to her grave. She was not going to give up a name, and this angered Hera. She wanted to flip the whole island and call it a day because of the audacity of this mortal lying to one God to cover for another. Hera had no such loyalty and wondered what was so great about the God they covered for.
However, Astreona stood loyal and revealed nothing else. She asked them not to harm her Queen nor destroy her home because she had answered the question they had come for, and it wasn't Poseidon's child. Either way, Hera was still furious, replying that the Amazonian warrior had a monstrous tongue, the nerve to talk on equal terms to a God. Since they didn't want to answer, Hera decided that while Amphitrite stayed to speak with the Amazonians, she would find the child herself to get answers. With crows lying around her waist, Hera began floating upwards.
Seeing that Hera was serious about going after Kaelena, Astreona unsheathed her sword and shouted to the sky as Hera started to leave. "You will not lay a hand on my daughter!"
Laughter erupted from silence, from Hera and Amphitrite, a dark symphony echoing across the island. Astreona, poised for battle, stood firm, her words aimed at piercing the malevolence of the goddesses. However, the challenge seemed so unthinkable to Hera and Amphitrite that it sparked an ironic amusement in their twisted hearts.
Amphitrite, draped in her river-like dress, leaned forward, a malicious grin spreading across her face like cracks in a shattered mirror through her seaweed cover. Curious about the source of Astreona's audacity to utter her husband's name without explaining the situation, then to challenge Hera. Amphitrite joined Hera, finally in agreement with Hera's plan, standing side by side. Together, they raised their hands, channeling the powers of sky and sea to conjure a hurricane over Themiscyra. The atmosphere intensified with their combined forces, setting the stage for destruction against the backdrop of an ominous storm.
Before any irreversible damage could unfold, Poseidon emerged with the force of a torpedo, propelling himself out of the ocean's depths. He soared toward Hera, wielding his trident to deliver a powerful swing that sent her flying into the ocean's embrace. Turning his attention to Amphitrite, Poseidon sought answers from his wife. Amphitrite's uncharacteristic display of aggression puzzled him; it wasn't her usual demeanor to instigate war and wreak havoc. Frustrated by her silence, Poseidon approached her, hands firmly gripping her arm as he repeated his inquiry while shaking her. Amphitrite, breaking free from Hera's enchantment, regained clarity. Though still herself, she explained the compelling force for vengeance that had driven her actions.
Recovering from the hit with ease, Hera slowly hovered in the sky, and even though she wasn't next to them, her voice could be heard through the minds of everyone she spoke to. "Oh, Poseidon, you must think I'm some pushover. You boys forget, before your false declaration, as the three main Gods, stood the most assertive daughter of the almighty Cronos. It would be best if you treated me as such, or you will never be even close to defeating me."
Poseidon took a firm stand in front of Amphitrite, physically urging her to retreat, his gaze fixed on Hera. Frustration and anger emanated from him as he rebuked Hera for what he perceived as another one of her dramatic episodes born out of boredom. Aware of Hera's tendencies to throw tantrums when Zeus neglected her for an extended period, Poseidon resented her meddling with his wife's mind. Once Amphitrite had departed, Poseidon raised his right hand high, aiming at Hera, his other hand gripping the trident, poised for action.
Poseidon launched his trident at Hera with a powerful thrust that caused the ground to crate beneath him. However, Athena intervened before it could reach its target, deflecting the trident with her shield. Though the impact forced Athena to slide back, it wasn't enough to knock her off her feet. Realizing that the situation had escalated dangerously, Poseidon urgently called upon the Amazonians to ask their Gods and Goddesses for assistance. Despite his formidable strength, Poseidon sensed the impending challenge from the cunning Hera and Athena's strategic prowess, acknowledging the need for help.
No words were needed when Poseidon turned his gaze back to Athena, her grey eyes smirking behind her shield, sending a clear message to Poseidon. This was the slip-up Athena had been waiting for, the perfect opportunity to retaliate against Poseidon for turning Medusa against her. Poseidon had rejected Athena's fight the first time, but now he found himself precisely where she wanted him. Athena's stern warning resounded, a promise of personal retribution for Poseidon's transgressions.
However, Hera had different plans; she asked Athena probing questions, expressing her concerns about the child's welfare. Athena responded, revealing that the child was last seen with Medusa, another of Poseidon's whores. She assured Hera that the pursuit was ongoing by one of her half-brothers, named Perseus, hot on Medusa's trail.
The revelation of another liaison left Hera in shock, prompting a sharp retort directed at Amphitrite, echoing her name across the sea. Unexpectedly, Queen Hippolyta intervened, defending Amphitrite, who wasn't present to defend herself. She questioned Hera's knowledge of Zeus's whereabouts, emphasizing that everyone knew he wasn't seated on the throne as he should be. The Queen's words echoed through Themiscyra, each word a thunderous clash of realization for Hera, sending her into a new level of lividness.
The escalating pleas of the Amazonians summoned other deities: Ares, Artemis, and Selene. "Leave the Amazons out of this!" Selene pleaded as soon as she arrived.
Ares, the God of War, found amusement in the brewing conflict and was happy that he had arrived on time, "War without the God of War? Unthinkable!" He chuckled loudly.
Ares is the Greek God of war, known for his fierce and aggressive nature. Unlike his half-sister Athena, who represents strategic warfare and wisdom, Ares is associated with the raw violence and bloodshed of battle. His face is rarely seen, as he is always wearing full battle armor, including a helmet, breastplate, and greaves. His armor is often detailed with scratches, cracks, and blood, symbolizing his status as the God of war.
Artemis, ready for action, proposed that the Gods who haven't begun to choose sides do so now. Like some weekly competitions, everyone other than Poseidon, Hera, and Athena took the conflict as a friendly battle. Hera slyly folded her arms when Artemis decided to be on her side. She teased Artemis about learning her lesson from the last time she chose to team up against Hera. Artemis remembered how quickly Hera made her submit, having her rub her stomach as she could still feel the blows now. The dynamics and emotions between the deities unfolded in a tense exchange, revealing their personalities and the complexities of their relationships.
Just as the Gods started their brawl, Zeus and Apollo appeared in a flash of lightning. Zeus is the King of the Olympian Gods and ruler of Mount Olympus. He is the God of the sky, lightning, thunder, law, order, and justice. As the most powerful of the Gods, he presides over the pantheon and ensures the order of the Realm as it is his Domain. Zeus is also the father of Athena, Hercules, Apollo, Ares, Artemis, and Hephaestus, among many others.
Apollo is the God of the Sun, music, poetry, prophecy, and healing. He is known for his beauty and talents in the arts. Apollo is a handsome and youthful god with a radiant aura. His beauty and grace reflect his association with light and the arts. His hair stood a golden orange color, complementing his caramel-colored skin. His eyes were like the sunset and extremely captivating to look at. His beauty was like a priceless painting.
Zeus hovered in the sky, standing between Poseidon, lifted in the air by water, and Hera, floating surrounded by crows. With the sun beaming on him bright and fire in his hands, Apollo stood between his siblings, Ares and Artemis. Even against Athena alone, Selene stood ready to protect the Amazonians. Immediately, the negotiation began.
With lightning behind his voice, Zeus shouted, "Speak now and tell me what this is about!"
"Your wife is going around controlling the minds of others and raging war on Amazonians," Poseidon said.
"Well, in a war, you at least have a chance to win. This would have been a slaughter." Hera said, shrugging her shoulders, "But I was interrupted. I was only going to teach these women a lesson about sleeping with a Goddess's husband. Besides, Poseidon has created another half-breed who seems to have the potential to be quite powerful. Tell me, did you know about this dear husband?" Hera asked.
Zeus tried to defuse the situation, saying all of this could have been handled back at Olympus. And that Hera and Poseidon should come to the throne with their concerns. He turned to Poseidon, reassuring him that nothing would happen to the child until he fully heard what was happening about the new demigod. However, his speech was interrupted by Hera, who saw right through his lies.
"Can it, Zeus, can it be handled at Olympus? The Zeus I know and married handles things recklessly all the time. Now you want to be a kind King instead of the tyrant you really are," Hera said, challenging Zeus.
"I agree," calmly said Poseidon. Pointing out that Zeus had always been too lenient with Hera during her tantrums, even when she attempted to harm Zeus multiple times. He left her to walk away with just a slap on the wrist most of the time, and Poseidon wasn't going to allow this to be one of them.
Angered by this remark, Hera warned Poseidon to watch his mouth, reminding him she was his Queen. She then turned her attention to Zeus, stating that if he wouldn't listen, perhaps she needed to deal with him first. To emphasize her seriousness, she bawled her fist, and her eyes glowed purple; winds began to rage behind Hera, blowing back the weak, uprooting trees and slowly eroding the structures of the Amazons.
Poseidon summoned his trident, causing the sea to shift, waves to rage out of control, and creating earthquakes that formed whirlpools, demonstrating his power as well. Zeus grew frustrated by the lack of cooperation. He finally decided to try a different approach, but it seemed the others wanted the old Zeus. The sky darkened, and clouds gathered to form a massive cyclone. As Zeus and Hera's powers collided, twisters touched the sky and seas, with Zeus and Poseidon's powers clashing, creating repeated strikes of lightning in the sea. Hera and Poseidon's powers collided, generating even more hurricanes. The clash of divine forces manifested in an explosive display of nature's fury. The same reason the Titans were branched off, without even fighting the show of power itself, was enough to destroy the world.
"I said STOP! Zeus boomed. "This is my last time saying it, for I feel I have already said it too much."
Hera's purple eyes clashed with Zeus's lightning-blue eyes. A game of submission between the couple and Hera was already too far gone to back down. She calmly asked, "Artemis, hand me your bow."
Artemis found herself torn between forging a new alliance and upholding her previous commitments. She is aware of Zeus's severe punishments for betrayal, but she also knows Hera's slick, wicked mind, especially when on her high horse. Artemis pleaded with Hera to avoid making her a weapon in the clash against Zeus. Without turning her head, Hera shifted her eyes toward Artemis, her hand extended, silently demanding the transfer. As a chilling reminder, Hera questioned whether Artemis would prefer to experience the wrath of Zeus or endure Hera's patient but relentless revenge. With a heavy heart, Artemis handed over her bow and a single arrow to Hera, who, in a subtle act of defiance, put the arrow's tip in her mouth and slowly removed it, revealing a slimy substance to sow confusion in Zeus's mind.
Zeus had an expression of deep concern. He warned Hera that if she shot the arrow, even if it did not scratch him. He will unleash everything and can't guarantee Hera's safety if he does. He knew better; Zeus married Hera for several reasons, including as a symbol, family ties, Hera's role as protector of marriage, and even for power and authority. Honestly, one thing that attracted him to her the most was her tempestuous behavior. Which she never failed to disappoint. Crows circled Hera as she pulled the bow back. Issuing a warning of her own, that he should hit her with everything because if he doesn't, she might be a widow until he resurrects.
Zeus, thinking Hera would use her crows as a shield, charged up one of his most potent bolts to stop Hera with one strike as she aimed the bow and arrow toward the middle of his chest. Without hesitation, Hera launched the arrow as the crows swarmed it at Zeus, but before it could reach him, he threw his mighty bolt, disintegrating the arrow and a few crows as the others scattered. The bolt continued at the speed of light before any of the Gods could blink. It struck Hera as one of his most potent bolts; it was a powerful lightning bolt that attracted more lightning from the sky when it hit its target. A scream that was not Hera's came from the light-illuminating ball of electricity, thought to be severely damaging Hera. Hypnos, the God of Sleep, fell from the sky and crashed into the rocks in the sea.
"Oh dear, you should be proud of Athena; her reputation as the Goddess of Wisdom and Battle Strategy stands above all," Hera whispered, standing on the side of Zeus. Hera thrust a dagger into Zeus's waist, her eyes meeting his; a mixture of satisfaction and determination filled her. She clarified the difficulties of their plan and the deal made with Athena.
In order to get Athena to cooperate, Hera wasn't to kill Zeus. Athena sided with Hera only in their beef against Poseidon. However, Athena and Hera did not get along because they had many differences, including their strong personalities and priorities. With that said, Hera knew that if it came down to truly harming Zeus, Athena wouldn't have to think. She would stand by her father, reflecting her strong bond and loyalty. As the conflict continued, Hera telepathically communicated with Athena, and the decision was made to put Zeus into a deep sleep until Poseidon handled the matter.
So, before the unfortunate incident with Hypnos, they were able to create something particularly potent. A sinister collaboration between Hypnos's sleep-inducing abilities and one of Hera's potent curses had resulted in a concoction to ensure that Zeus got a well-deserved rest. Hera acknowledged the uncertainty, admitting she hadn't tested the concoction but had made it extra potent, considering Zeus's formidable strength. And if it was to kill him, so be it. Stepping back from Zeus, she dusted her hands off, a sinister satisfaction lingering in her gaze as she observed the mighty Zeus descending into the sea, leaving the other Gods in stunned disbelief.
Hera ensured she could see where Zeus's body landed to retrieve it later before turning her attention to the other gods, mainly Poseidon. "Now I had to play dirty against Zeus. He could be a handful, and I'd rather not use all of my power fighting him. I do have other plans, you know. On the other hand, you, Poseidon, are nowhere near my equal and are, therefore, beneath me. I will gladly use my power to make you suffer for eternity." A wicked smile stretched across her face.
Sweating nervously, Poseidon trembles, "You monster, you will be stopped."
Hera throws Artemis her bow, "Will I, Poseidon? You aren't even sure about the words flying from your mouth. Let's get started with our day, shall we?
Poseidon quickly stepped back and cuffed his hands close to his mouth, "OCEANUS! And a name I shall not call."
Poseidon's desperate call echoed through the divine Realm, a plea born from the depths of his conviction. In a move of last resort, he invoked the name of Oceanus, a deity known for his neutrality amidst the squabbles of the divine beings. Although not renowned for his combative prowess, Poseidon harbored a glimmer of hope that Oceanus and Thalassa, the ancient Primordial deities, might lend aid to protect the life they had created, Kaelena.
With the vast expanse of the ocean, lakes, and rivers responding to Poseidon's command, a formidable display of power unfolded. The very movement of the sea itself seemed to align with his desperate call, evoking both awe and apprehension from those present. Hera, a stalwart in her defiance, couldn't help but feel a subtle unease, unsure of the full extent of Poseidon's intentions. Even so, she didn't back down and surveyed the surroundings to weigh her options.
Athena is standing resolute by Hera's side, entangled in a burgeoning conflict with Poseidon. Artemis, smarting from her recent defeat in a clash against Hera, lends her support. Ares, driven by an unquenchable thirst for battle, stands ready to support his mother's cause but remains in a state of calculated neutrality, his allegiance swayed solely by the prospect of engaging in combat. In a state of neutrality stands Dionysus — Dye-uh-NY-sus, who disregards the bickering unless it pertains to the intoxicating nectar of wine.
Dionysus is one of the party gods in Greek mythology. Known as the God of wine, winemaking, and festivity. He embodies the joys and excesses of life, including celebration, ecstasy, and indulgence. Also, the patron God of theater and dramatic arts represents the transformative power of performance and storytelling. So, it only makes sense that he stayed neutral and was one present to drink and be nosey, collecting info for later gossip.
A few other Gods that arrived but chose not to join the fight after seeing what happened to Zeus were Demeter, the Goddess of agriculture, fertility, and the harvest. She is associated with the growth of crops and the cycle of seasons. And Hermes, the messenger of the Gods, God of commerce, thieves, and travel. He is known for his speed and cleverness and is often depicted with winged sandals. After seeing Zeus fall, the two appear shaken, their attention momentarily diverted from the unfolding drama.
On Poseidon's side of the divide, Oceanus lent his all to Poseidon. Thalassa also helped with strength, but remained hidden, so it only seemed like Poseidon was in control. Apollo also sided with Poseidon, but was a figure of concern, his furrowed brow reflecting an anxiety-laden gaze fixed upon Poseidon. But Poseidon, undeterred, continued to unfold his plan. Calling upon the moon's ethereal influence, he begged Selene for her celestial powers, seeking to amplify the raging forces of the waters. Selene, already aligned with Oceanus and Poseidon, responded without hesitation. Closing her eyes and raising her hands, she invoked the lunar might, causing the moon to ascend to its full brilliance —a Supermoon —casting a radiant glow upon Gaia in the middle of the day.
In this charged moment, Poseidon clarified that he was prepared to risk everything and knew Kaelena could hold her own in a world of water. The very fabric of the world hung in the balance as he considered what could be a radical reset. A deluge that would drown all except those under his protective wing, a bold move that could reshape the divine order in unforeseen ways.
Amidst the chaos, Hera surveyed the world, gripped by outrage and uproar. The painful cries of humanity echoed as water levels surged, engulfing empires and reducing once-proud civilizations to submerged ruins. Beneath the waves, sea creatures feasted, their predatory instincts unleashed upon any stragglers unfortunate enough to cross their path. Though with the weight of combined power, Poseidon had blacked out from rage. The souls of the departed flowed like a river into the depths of the underworld, where Hades watched with tears of joy in his eyes.
Hades applauded with satisfaction in the Land of the Dead as the underworld swelled with newly arrived souls. His mind conceived a plan, which began with allowing the squabbling Gods to continue their destructive dance until he, too, would seize the reins of power.
Meanwhile, behind Poseidon, a colossal wave rose past the clouds, a breathtaking show of the combined power he now tried to control." Unfazed by the events, Hera's eyes ablaze with determination, declared her intent to obliterate anyone who dared to oppose her. The gods on the opposing side witnessed her resolute proclamation, a harbinger of a conflict that threatened to unravel the fabric of existence itself.
In the shadows of a cave, Medusa's transformation unfolded with an eerie grace. Once adorned with smooth, radiant bronze skin, her form now bore the markings of a tragic change. Scaly and green, her body had undergone a radical shift, her hazel eyes now aglow with a yellow hue, and her pupils distinctly split. The emergence of fangs marred her once-plum lips, punishing alterations Athena had wrought.
Medusa's hourglass figure and voluptuous thighs melded into a singular, serpentine form. Still, the most striking change lay in the transformation of her once luxurious locs, now twisted into a mass of snakes. Athena, the architect of this startling metamorphosis, had chosen to immortalize Medusa in a form that both reflected her pain and served as a harbinger of fear.
A few moments after, Poseidon departed after Athena. A confidante guided Medusa and Kaelena to a cave where they could find sanctuary. As Medusa grappled with the profound changes she underwent, a startling discovery emerged—those who gazed into her eyes turned to stone. Unfortunately, this revelation proved tragic when her unwitting friend fell victim to this newfound power during a moment of gratitude.
Medusa and Kaelena now dealt with the aftermath in a dim, muddy cave. However, Medusa sensed an impending danger, a lingering consequence of the betrayal that still haunted Athena's wounded heart. Unbeknownst to Medusa, Athena had devised a plan for eternal togetherness, one that required Medusa's head. To execute this grim task, she dispatched her half-brother Perseus— PUR-see-us, armed with a weapon of particular significance.
Sensing the imminent threat, Medusa swiftly concealed Kaelena deeper in the safety of their hidden refuge, her words an emotional plea for the child's continued silence and safety. Despite her assurances of Poseidon's promised rescue, Kaelena's concerns were not for her own well-being but for the fate of the woman who had become her guardian and protector.
The memory of the tender, shared kiss with Poseidon lingered in Medusa's mind, its consequence revealed in the gentle swell of her abdomen. During her profound transformation, she found herself burdened with the weight of motherhood, an acknowledgment that caused Kaelena to worry about Medusa even more. With a tender caress to her swelling stomach, Medusa bid her unborn child a silent promise before slipping away to confront the intruder, her resolve unyielding as she prepared to face the looming threat head-on.
"You crawl in the shadows, only to surprise your enemy with your glare as they search for you. Yes, I was warned about you," The intruder said. "So that you know, I am a different opponent and go by the name Perseus."
Medusa observed Perseus, noting the reflective shield that granted him an advantage against her petrifying gaze. Despite this hurdle, she relied on her speed and lethal claws, employing strategic maneuvers to outwit her adversary. Yet, Perseus's skill prevailed, his swift swordplay severing Medusa's head as victory seemed assured.
As Perseus approached the fallen head to claim his prize, a sudden shift in the surroundings stirred his senses, prompting him to tighten his grip on his sword and survey the area warily. Gripped by panic, Kaelena watched Medusa's lifeless body stir while staying quiet as Perseus crept closer. With a startling burst, Pegasus and Chrysaor—KRISS-ay-or emerged from Medusa's womb, fully grown, drawing Perseus's gaze. They sprang out with their mother's thoughts of protecting Kaelena.
Chrysaor, a towering humanoid figure, engaged Perseus in a whirlwind of attacks, while Pegasus, a winged horse swift and gracefully, swooped in to snatch Kaelena from harm's way. With their mission accomplished, the duo swiftly retreated, their escape made by the brave sacrifice of their mother, Medusa.
Continuing back at the Gods, some struggle to rush to Zeus's side, trying to ensure he is okay, but those blocking them stand in the way, making sure that Zeus stays down and Hera's plans go smoothly. Ares, Apollo, and the Amazonians fought bravely against Athena, Hera, and Artemis. Ares chased Athena, swinging his sword wildly as Athena strategically dodged. Hera, angered by Ares' stupidity and competition against Athena, demanded that he stop because he was supposed to be on their side.
Meanwhile, Poseidon, Oceanus, and Selene create a wave to wipe away Hera and the other Gods. Over time, the amount of power became too great for the three of them to control. The lands started to flood; the humans quickly gathered all their knowledge and stored it in a safe place. Those who quickly enough boarded the most substantial ships and gathered as much as possible. It was even said that somewhere, a man began collecting two pairs of each animal as quickly as he and his followers could. Water worldwide disappeared, creating a second tsunami beyond the clouds. Seeing this, Hera, Athena, and Artemis played a trick on the other gods by pretending to be helpless and defeated. They were allowing Athena to devise the perfect defensive strategy.
Poseidon, trying to recover, invoked his divine powers to mend the water around them, preventing the Gods and Amazonians siding with him from harm. As the waters rose, Hera and Artemis successfully retrieved Zeus, while Athena hurried to her temple, where Perseus awaited with the severed head of Medusa; his daunting trial concluded just in time.
Perseus, concerned about the events around him, asked Athena about his transition into a God, the deal Athena promised for slaying Medusa. Knowing he couldn't withstand the forces of nature as a mere mortal, he turned to Athena, who had her own plans. Focused on her mission, she swiftly took Medusa's head from Perseus, leaving him unattended, and hastened back to Hera.
In the chaos that ensued, some Gods caught off guard were the first to be swept away by the relentless waves. The ferocity of the tsunami rendered escape impossible once it had ensnared them. Thalassa and Oceanus ensured it. Selene, with her chariot, raced against the encroaching waters, attempting to rescue those in peril. Meanwhile, unaffected by the tsunami, Poseidon and Oceanus used their formidable powers to shield the Amazonians and Apollo. Ares, who was close, also decided to enter the bubble as a refuge against the raging waves.
In a strategic move, Ares was lured out of the protected zone through a deceptive challenge orchestrated by Artemis. Only to find himself facing Athena upon her arrival, in a rush, Athena put Ares on his back faster than he knew what had happened. She looked down on his betrayal in tough times and his stupidity in being baited out of the safe zone by violence. At the opportune moment, Athena, Hera, and Artemis converged, with Athena raising the severed head of Medusa. Hera, amplifying the power, they harnessed Medusa's petrifying gaze to halt the colossal tsunami unleashed by Poseidon, providing them with a momentary shield against the devastating wave. However, the head's potency waned after this critical intervention, leaving them to face the next wave head-on.
Despite the gratitude for the salvation, lingering bitterness fueled Athena's predetermined course of action involving Medusa. Athena is unwilling to cast aside her most loyal maiden, even after being punished with a curse. Athena heard Medusa's prayers and apologies echoing in her divine ears. So, Athena embedded Medusa's head into her golden shield, creating an endless connection. To this day, it's debated whether Medusa can feel every blow blocked by Athena's shield as torture for eternity or a blessing for Medusa to always be by Athena's side.
The combination of heightened powers resonated within Oceanus and Thalassa as they transformed into a formidable tsunami. At the same time, the cosmic energy harnessed by Selene, infused with the water, manifested a portal that transported anyone inside the water, protected or not, to an unknown realm. In this uncharted Realm, a fragment of the tsunami solidified into a colossal glacier, nestled in a cold, obscure expanse, retaining the essence of the catastrophic event and leaving Poseidon clueless about Kaelena's fate.
All of Poseidon's power was drained, and he fell into a deep sleep. The other gods were split in this new Realm, but Kaelena was stuck encased in the frozen heart of the colossal iceberg. The pieces of Oceanus and Thalassa from the Greek Realm fused with the parts of them in this new Realm. Triton and the transported sirens took over responsibility for maintaining the bubble shield, protecting the Amazons, Apollo, Hermes, and numerous others, and preserving them in this unfamiliar world. Together, they awaited Poseidon to restore, naming their temporary abode "Atlantis."
Over the years of Kaelena's upbringing in this new Realm, Triton valiantly guarded this sanctuary from the ever-watchful eyes of Hera, Athena, and Artemis, the trio who not only endured but possessed the resilience to remain vigilant. In this uncharted Realm, they swiftly established their followers, cultivating secret cults that were tirelessly recruited to amplify their influence and augment their strength. Once they had sufficient power to sustain their endeavors, they assumed a low profile, immersing themselves before strategically ascending to authority.
Ultimately, they uncovered and forged alliances with the Secret Government, a shadowy side of human leaders that wielded vast influence over a potent army and possessed an unparalleled understanding of this new Realm. Hera, not sensing Ra's power, decides to stay hidden in the Realm but notices the amount of rule the secret government has over the world without real power. She thought she could use this government as a puppet on a string to take over without being sensible to the Gods of this Realm. Hera hatched a relentless scheme to pin every God into submission under her dominion, utilizing every resource at her disposal. While stored by Hera's design, Zeus remained in a deep slumber, awaiting the day of his awakening.