Plot :
Rip Hunter travels to the future, twenty-four years after the separation of the Legends, to recruit Sasha Lance, daughter of Sara Lance and Ava Sharpe. Their mission? Bring the other descendants of the Legends together to form a team and help their parents destroy the demon Baakar to prevent their deaths in the future. Can the new legends save them without risking destroying the timeline?
Prologue.
[Star City, 2043.]
The moon is already high in the sky, illuminating the horizon with a soft light. In the distance, hidden by giant trees, a time ship goes down disturbing the silence so peaceful. A man gets out, recognizable by his long coat reminiscent of the Wild West, determined to accomplish his mission. His footsteps are heavy -but fast- as he walks through the city he has known for years now. He does not fail to look several times over his shoulder, feeling watched with every meter he walks. Soon, he stops in front of a building.
With all the discretion of the world, the man is waiting for someone to come out. Obviously, luck is on his side, since only a few minutes pass before a woman opens the door to reach the outside. The blond sneaks around making sure no one sees him. Maybe it's crazy. He shouldn't be here. But they are his only chance of saving them. The Legends. He can't lose them. Not like this. As he stops in front of door number one hundred and sixteen, the traveler takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what is coming.
A knock. Two in fact. He can hear the steps of the young woman he is looking for, walking towards him. Stress starts to make him sick. But he stops thinking about it as the door opens. He sees a young blonde, tall woman in front of him. She seems confused. She is. The man takes a minute, just one, to look at her. She looks almost exactly like them. The same eyes and the same nose as his former captain, the same smile as the former head of the time bureau.
It's almost as if they were standing right there, in front of him, in one and the same.
But the woman begins to look impatient, wondering who knocks on her door at one in the morning. The man clears his throat, trying to feel less anxious. His voice shaking.
"Sasha Lance? My name is Rip Hunter and I need your help."