This chapter focuses a bit more on Barry's plot than I would've liked but next chapter should have more of an even split. For now, I hope you enjoy it.
Jinera: Pretty sure that was just a coincidence. Ross isn't exactly an uncommon surname and the MCU Wiki doesn't list there being any connection between Everett and Ross.
Guest 2.0: Well, a sword's not exactly easy to carry, is it? Besides, why would Patty bring a sword if she was just looking for Barry? Doesn't make any sense. Yep, it did. No kidding, but when has Arrow ever bothered to keep its own consistency? Even Thea being Malcolm's daughter breaks the timeline of Rebecca's death.
Guest 1: No kidding, Slade always gives great advice. But I don't really plan for Slade to meet Barry at the moment. Glad you enjoyed it.
Guest 2: First, I want to say that I appreciate the suggestions. But I'm not looking for random superhero actors to play the roles. I'm looking for actors who not only resemble the characters, but who can do the characters justice. I'm not trying to be mean, but like I said, I'm not looking for random superhero actors to fill the roles. I also have not read the Kane Chronicles, sorry.
Guest 3: At the moment, I only plan to have one other Arrowverse character be a demigod. It's just easier to incorporate the characters if they are demigods rather than mortals and it makes it more interesting IMO. And I think it's a bit of an overstatement to say I've made every Arrowverse character a demigod.
Philadelphia
Night
In a hospital, a patient was wheeled into the ER, wearing a bloodstained shirt with a jagged cut on the front as the doctors stood over him.
"What do we have?" one of the doctors asked as the patient's shirt was cut open.
"Some lunatic with a knife crashed his car into a bar; this guy was found at the scene. Apparently the psycho cut him up," another said as the patient's shirt was cut open.
Only for all of them to stare in shock. There was a cut alright, but a healed cut. Matching the cut in the patient's shirt was a red, jagged line that appeared to be a few weeks old, at worst.
"Is this some kind of joke? This guy's fine," the doctor who had spoken first said annoyed.
Suddenly, the patient shot up, startling the doctors and nurses. They all jumped a mile as the patient breathed heavily.
"Patty…where's Patty?" Barry demanded breathlessly.
Unknown location
Same time
In an old temple, the Minotaur entered, carrying Patty like she was an important, fragile piece of glass.
Unknown to the Minotaur, this was the same temple Oliver had seen in his dreams that same day.
The Minotaur walked over to the stone altar and set Patty down on it. It stepped back as the altar began to glow with a blue energy. Patty let out a gasp as the glow faded. She opened her eyes but something had changed. Her eyes were no longer the blue that everyone was familiar with. Instead, there were two yellow orbs in her eyes. Patty got off the altar, looking down at her hands as though inspecting them. She ran a hand through her blond locks, looking at the hair curiously. Finally, a sinister smile that would have unnerved anyone who knew her crossed Patty's face.
"This'll do."
Philadelphia
Not long after
In the hospital bathroom, Barry was washing his face with water. He looked down at the grey sweatshirt the doctors had given him. He lifted up to where the stab wound, which now was a thin, white line due to his accelerated healing, was and stared at it, remembering the Minotaur slashing him with his own weapon and taking Patty. A determined look crossing his face, Barry made a fist and his Flash suit flew out of his ring. Barry changed at super speed and sped out of the hospital.
San Francisco
Same time
In the den of Slade's safe house, Oliver was staring out the window, his thoughts on his conversation with Slade earlier.
"Hey," Oliver looked over, startled out of his thoughts as Percy walked over to him. "What are you doing up?"
"A lot on my mind," Oliver said as he looked back at the window, at the city in the distance. "How's Annabeth?"
"Well, the Ambrosia helped. She should be good to go by tomorrow," Percy said and it was silent for a moment.
"Can I ask you something?" Oliver asked and Percy looked at him.
"Sure I guess," Percy said with a shrug.
"What did Annabeth mean by 'same as last time'?" Oliver asked and Percy was silent. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, it's okay," Percy said after a moment. "The Curse of Achilles, it has one big drawback. Like Achilles, there's a spot on me that, if wounded…I would die. Three years ago, during the war, we were in a battle. One of Kronos' goons was about to stab me in that spot. Annabeth, she took the blow meant for me, almost died."
"She knew," Oliver muttered and Percy nodded.
"I hadn't told her, but somehow…somehow she knew. And she put her life at risk to save me," Percy said with a shaky breath.
"Because she loves you," Oliver said knowingly.
In the short time he had known them, it had become clear to him that Percy and Annabeth had something special, something you only saw once in a lifetime. Oliver had never experienced that kind of love himself, even with Felicity, Laurel or Sara. The closest he had ever seen to it was his sister and Roy, but even that paled in comparison to what Percy and Annabeth had.
"For some reason. Sometimes I'm not sure what I did to deserve her," Percy said with a grin. "So, what's on your mind so much that it's keeping you up?"
"Something Slade said to me earlier," Oliver finally said with a sigh. "He said that Novu is just using me as a pawn to fight his war, just like the gods. That if I'm going into battle, I should now what I'm fighting for. I've given up so much for this quest, my family, my life, everything. I can't just walk away from it after all this."
"Did you know that there was a prophecy about a child of the Big Three after World War Two?" Percy asked randomly and Oliver looked at him oddly. "The Oracle said that a demigod child of Hades, Poseidon or Zeus would make a choice on their sixteenth birthday that would either end or save Olympus. The three of them made a pact to prevent this by not having any other children with mortals. There was just one thing: Hades already had two demigod kids, a boy and a girl.
"Zeus ordered Hades to turn them over to him. When Hades refused, Zeus tried to kill them. Hades saved them, but wasn't able to save their mom. As payback for her death, Hades cursed the Oracle, made it so she couldn't switch bodies until he and his children were accepted.
"Slade is right, the gods may care about their kids, but they use us too often. Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, but he still uses me from time to time. At this point, I side with the gods more because it's the right thing to do than because I'm loyal to them," Percy finally finished.
"So you're saying that I shouldn't listen to Novu?" Oliver asked and Percy shrugged.
"I just think if you're gonna see this quest through, be sure of why you're doing it," Percy said before looking at the clock. "It's late. I'm gonna hit the hay."
Oliver nodded absently as Percy walked away; heading up to one of the rooms Slade had offered them, leaving Oliver alone with his thoughts.
"He is not wrong."
Oliver whirled around at the unfamiliar voice. Standing behind him was a red haired woman with shining, silver eyes. It was the woman who had been watching him sleep, who had been watching him train with Shado. It was his mother.
"Percy Jackson is wise for one such as him," Artemis noted as Oliver stared at her silently.
"Artemis," Oliver finally said.
"Hello my son," Artemis greeted with a soft smile. "I believe it's time we talked."
Philadelphia
Later
Barry, now in civilian clothes, stood in the destroyed bar. Things were complicated enough without adding the Flash showing up. Walking over, he picked up his dagger, turning it over in his hands. Apparently the Mist had hid it from the sight of the police. Picking up a small bag, he looked over at the fountain, still intact before glancing up at the lights. An idea forming, Barry opened up his bag and pulled out a golden Drachma.
"O Iris, goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering," Barry said as he tossed the golden coin into the fountain. "Show me Chiron at Camp Half-Blood."
And then, through the mist, Barry could see Chiron. The Centaur was looking over something when he looked up and saw Barry. He did no look surprised to see him.
"Something has happened, hasn't it?" Chiron said grimly.
"How'd you guess?" Barry asked flippantly.
"I felt a feeling of dread enter my heart. The last time I had such a feeling, Kronos rose," Chiron said bluntly. "What has happened?"
"Patty, she's been taken," Barry said and Chiron paled. "We'll be having a talk about you not telling me she was your scout later. But the Minotaur, it showed up and took her."
"The Minotaur?" Chiron sat up straighter, alarm in his eyes. "Percy slayed it three years ago in one of the final battles of the war. I had hoped it would take more time to reform, but it appears that was a fool's hope. That it took Patty is most troubling. The Minotaur is known for instincts, not plans. This suggests that something else is at play."
"You think someone else is pulling the strings? Who? And who would want Patty?" Barry demanded and Chiron was silent for a moment.
"I have been concerned about Patty for several weeks now," Chiron admitted, alarming Barry. "She visited a temple of Medea a month ago. Since then, her behavior has been erratic and her calls to camp less and less frequent."
"And you think it might be connected to why the Minotaur took her?" Barry asked.
"I do not know. But whatever the case, I feel this may be connected to the prophecy Rachel gave you. Patty's fate may be entirely in your hands Barry," Chiron said grimly. "The temple of Medea is in Colorado. Start there. I wish you luck Barry."
Chiron then waved his hand through the mist and Iris Message ended. Barry was alone with his thoughts, but not for long. Hearing a noise behind him, Barry whirled around. Standing a few feet from him was a man, a large man. He had on what resembled silver armor complete with a silver helmet and was wielding a large axe. With a swing, he brought the axe down on a random table, destroying it. He looked up at Barry and Barry was unnerved by the hate he could see in his eyes.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Barry demanded.
Ignoring Barry, the man jumped, attempting to bring his axe down on Barry. Using his super speed, Barry was able to avoid the hit and the axe hit the fountain instead. However, it was clearly not an ordinary axe, as the fountain was completely destroyed and the force of the explosion sent Barry flying back. Barry hit the floor and tried to get up but the man put his foot on Barry's chest, pressing him down. The man raised his axe again but, to his and Barry's shock, it flew out of his hands. They both looked as it flew into the hands of a dark haired, bearded man dressed in a black jacket and matching pants.
"I'll take that," the bearded man said.
The masked man growled, turning attention away from Barry. He stalked towards the bearded man before he paused. Barry watched, perplexed as the man clutched his head, as though in pain. In the corner of the bar, Barry could see a blond haired woman with a red leather jacket, her face having a look of concentration as she stared at the masked man. A red haired man with a blue leather jacket then walked passed Barry.
"Let's see if he's ticklish," he said before, to Barry's surprise, a stream of electricity shot out of his hand.
It hit the masked man and he slammed into the wall before falling to the floor, out cold. The dark haired man walked over, kneeling down before grabbing his hand, taking a ring of some kind off the masked man's finger.
"Have nice trip home, you hack," he said.
Barry watched in shock as the masked man was surrounded by a purple light before vanishing, as though he had never been there in the first place. Barry pulled himself to his feet as the trio assembled before him.
"Who are you? Who was that guy? What's going on?" Barry demanded, bewildered.
"Barry Allen. It is an honor and a privilege to be before you," the bearded man said sounding humbled to be in Barry's mere presence.
"We are the Legion," the blond woman said with a kind smile.
"We come from the thirty first century," the bearded man added.
"Alright," Barry said, deciding to just go with it.
"Really? Just like that?" the redhead said in surprise.
"I've traveled through time before. Some friends of mine do it for a living. It's not exactly new to me. But if you're from the future, what are you doing here?" Barry demanded.
"We were on a mission. Now it's over, we need to leave," the dark haired man said moving to leave. "We don't want to attract attention."
Only for Barry to speed in front of him, blocking his path.
"You are not going anywhere until you tell me what is going on," Barry said firmly.
"It's against Legion code," the bearded man said.
"I don't care about your code! Or your Legion. That is the second time I've been attacked tonight and someone I care about is missing. I want some answers!" Barry snapped, out of patience.
"The guy with the axe, he goes by the name Persuader," the bearded man finally said after a moment. "He's part of a human Supremacist group."
"Pretty much, he's one of the people who sees Metahumans as abominations that deserve to die," the redhead said. "And all of them pretty much hate you."
"He broke into the Legion headquarters, stole one of Legion rings," the bearded man said, holding up his hand, where Barry could see a gold ring with an L on it. "These allow us to travel back in time. Not as easy as you, but they get the job done."
"I'm a little lost here, why'd he come back to kill me?" Barry asked in confusion.
"Barry, you're more important to the Meta community than you realize," the woman said with a soft smile.
"It's because of you that Metahumans are eventually looked at without fear, that we are accepted and able to walk among regular people, use our gifts without fear of persecution," the bearded man said with a smile as Barry listened in disbelief.
"You're all Metas," Barry realized in shock.
"Rokk has power over magnetism, Irma's a telepath, and you saw me in action," the red said as he held up hand, sparks coming off it.
"Garth," Rokk said with a sigh.
"We are your friends Barry," Barry was startled as he heard Irma's voice in his voice in his head, looking over at her as he realized she wasn't speaking. "We came here to save your life."
"And now we have to say goodbye," Irma finished out loud.
"We're not going anywhere," Rokk said suddenly.
Barry, Irma and Garth looked over at him, seeing he was by the table Persuader had destroyed. It was the same table he and Patty had been sitting at before things went to Hell, Barry realized. Rokk was holding something as they approached. The mirror he's gotten from Hermes, Barry realized. But it was broken, sliced in half when Persuader had attacked.
"I know my history, this is the Mirror of Aphrodite," Rokk said.
"Wait, you know about the gods?" Barry asked surprised.
"The Legion didn't start out as the Legion. It was founded by you not long after the Crisis to help Demigods reach Camp Half-Blood safely," Garth explained.
"This was supposed to be used to extract the spirit of Medea from whoever's body she inhabited," Rokk said.
"Persuader didn't come back to kill Barry, he came back to make sure he couldn't stop Medea," Irma realized.
"Medea?" Barry asked lowly, remembering his conversation with Chiron.
"The Daughter of Hecate, you know, lover of Jason, killed his kids," Garth explained.
"I don't understand, what do you mean that I extracted her spirit?" Barry said, trying to make sense of it all.
"Medea died, but she planned for her return a millennia ago. Today, the stars and planets are in perfect alignment for a ritual. The body who has been touched by Medea's spirit only has to be placed on the stone altar in Medea's temple and Medea would be able to possess that body, free to unleash her revenge on the world," Rokk explained.
"The wicked one, her vengeance will burn," Barry muttered, remembering the prophecy.
"Yes, Medea was the one that prophecy was talking about," Rokk said, confirming his suspicions. "The problem is you were supposed to use your mother's mirror to extract her from the host."
"It can't be the only way to stop Medea," Barry argued as he thought of Patty.
"It is without killing the host," Garth said and Barry paled.
Barry," Irma said gently and Barry looked over at her, her eyes telling him she had heard his thoughts. "Who's Patty Spivot?"
Did not intent for Artemis to appear to Oliver so soon, but I couldn't resist.
I'm taking a leaf out of Aragorn II Elessar's book and adapting 8x11 of Smallville for my story, although mine obviously has some creative liberties. Thanks for the help with this chapter buddy.