So that's how you take over the world - just have people hand over their soul to you by making it a part of the terms of agreement. Pretty smart move. Either way, bit longer chapter this time, but a lot also happens.

LadyAwesome45321: Well, they're the writers - they get what they want, and I guess they wanted Nate to have a girlfriend that isn't Amaya. I'd have liked to see more interaction between those two. Thanks for your review!

The Fugitives were quite active. Only some hours after the Legends decided to do as the Greek gods pleased, the time seismograph a change in the timeline. Sara was already present in the captain's office, enjoying a good glass of whiskey to prepare herself for the road ahead, and she sprung up from her chair.

"What are we dealing with, Gideon?" she asked, walking over to the console on the bridge, the glass still in her hand.

"There is an anomaly in the late 15th century France." Pictures and other evidence of the anomaly popped up on the console screens and Sara looked at them. The map showed a city called Rouen, about 75 miles northwest of Paris and relatively close to the ocean. Most of the trouble seemed to be caused in the forests and the countryside surrounding the city by the Seine. Since this was the past, not much materials survived the test of time and it was hard to guess what was going on. One big lead did exist in the form of a myth. A giant beast roamed around in the woods near Rouen, and it will take you if you are wandering through his territory at night. People had been mauled to death, even when the beast was not provoked, and it was dangerous enough that nobody ever entered the woods of their own free will. Only if they truly needed to go into the woods, they would still make haste as not to provoke this beast.

"Gideon, plot a course. Tell the others to prepare." They were going to France.

Rouen (France), 1475

After dressing themselves in the appropriate clothing for the time period and location, the Legends exited the Waverider and set foot in the French town. None of the locals paid attention to the newcomers; they were too busy tending to their own business. Some kids were playing in the cobblestone streets under a nice autumn sun while their mothers worked at home or washed their linen.

Nate was the only Legend who looked around with wide eyes. He still loved to visit the different time periods, seeing the sights as they used to be and experiencing life as it once had been. It was such a shame he could not bring his knowledge to modern times without having done proper research to present to the community or without giving up the secret of time travel. He had grown accustomed to the changing environments, but ever new sight still amazed him. Rouen was just beautiful, with its cobblestone streets and the last of the clay houses that were going to be replaced by stone and brick homes in the near future.

The other Legends weren't as fascinated with the architecture of this town. They were only concerned with finding the Fugitive somewhere in the woods and figuring out what the best way was to take it down. the plan was to talk to the locals to hear what they had to say – they usually had the insider information, and the right person could give them all the information they needed.

Unfortunately, these people were not very happy to answer questions about the beast in the forest. They were too afraid to speak. Rather, they were frightened – if they spoke about it, it would definitely hear them and target them. The locals truly believed mentioning the beast was equal to summoning it, as a drunkard on the street happily explained. He did not seem to be as superstitious as the others or did not mind being taken by the beast of the forest.

Other than this information, they were none the wiser about what the Fugitive in the woods actually was. An hour of asking people had not helped them. they could only be sure that the beast was probably an animal. That did not mean they knew which animal they would have to deal with. Mick's mind immediately went to sabretooth tigers and mammoths, as well as other ice age creatures that chose the forest as its home and killed all humans it came across. Wally and Zari agreed with his theory, but Ray was a bit skeptical about a mammoth living in the forest.

"Guys?" Nate said in a hushed tone as if he was afraid of being overheard. "I think we're being followed."

The Legends – as usually happens when someone said this – turned their heads to find the person or people who had been following them, some a bit more discretely than the others. Naturally, they could not see anyone acting or looking at them suspiciously. Nate couldn't find the person anymore, either; they had disappeared just as quickly as Nate had spotted them.

"Who is following us?" Zari wondered out loud. Who would even be following them in 15th century France? The last thing they needed was to come across Darhk, Merlyn, or Thawne. They already had so much to do, they could not add a past threat to that list.

"Who cares?" Mick responded. "Where's the monster?" He had been walking around for an hour without results. He was starting to feel like setting something on fire, such as the Fugitive – if it would only show its face. it was a great way to blow off some steam.

"Probably in the forest," Ray said. If the myths said most people were hurt in the woods, that was where they would find their Fugitive.

"I'll go check it out," Wally said in a burst of enthusiasm.

"Wally…" Sara began in an attempt to stop him and to explain him they were going there as a group anyway, but Wally had already raced away before Sara could finish his name. Half a minute later, their resident speedster already returned. That had taken longer than expected – maybe today, he had taken his time to scout the area. Or he had run a bit more slowly.

"There's definitely something out there," Wally said. "I couldn't identify the paw prints, but they were this big." He placed the tips of his thumbs on one another as well as the tips of his index fingers to form a circle.

"Those are big," Ray commented. While he was with the boy scouts, he never came across anything with paw prints that big.

"I know," Wally said and he broke the circle.

"Guys!" Nate said with a tone of urgency. He was looking to his side, into the street they were standing in and seemed to be focused on one woman moving closer towards them.

"That's her," Nate said, "She followed us."

All Legends turned their attention to their stalker. The white linen was elegantly draped on her body. The tunic reached as far down as her ankles and slightly waved in the wind. Her brown braid rested upon her right shoulder and both her clothes and her olive skin signaled she did not belong in this place. She had a calm and collected disposition and, despite her youth, she seemed much wised than she looked.

"Excuse me," she asked with a clear and easily understandable voice, "but have you come to kill the boar?"

"The boar?" Sara repeated. Was the monster they were looking for just a boar? The woman nodded.

"Yes. The Caledonian boar. He's been terrorizing these people for days now."

"Yes, we're here for the boar," Ray said. He had learned to trust his gut feeling – and when a Greek-looking woman asked you whether you were here for the boar, she would not have that message for just anyone. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."

The woman straightened her back. "My name is Alkestis. I am the oracle of Dodona and I have been displaced for three days."

This was strange. There were two Fugitives in the same place and time; an oracle and some boar. It did not happen often that more than one displaced person, creature or item was in the same location. But the oracle was a real person of flesh and bone, an anachronism more than a Fugitive, waiting for the Legends to show up and to tell them about the Caledonian boar.

Nate's eyes widened.

"You're an oracle!" He exclaimed as if it were something exciting. "Wait, so does this mean that you knew—"

"Yes, I knew you would come here," Alkestis finished the sentence for him. there was a smile on her face – she must be happy to find the people she had foreseen would come to bring her home.

"What's an oracle?" Mick so disrespectfully asked. The other Legends shot glances at him, but Alkestis did not seem to mind. And if she did, she was hiding it well.

"By Apollo's grace, I can look into the future," she said without batting an eye. The honest answer and the creepy stare she gave him had taken Mick aback. Once that was over, she continued.

"The boar indeed roams through the woods. When you fight it, you might want to try and attack from the sides. He's not very versatile and his sides are his weak spot. Most heroes only focus on the face and neck. Good luck."

Alkestis was about to turn her back to the Legends and return to the kind people who let her stay with them when Zari stopped her.

"Wait," she said. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Alkestis turned to Zari. "Would you want me to come along?"

"We can bring you home," the totem bearer said. "You don't have to stay here if you don't want to.

The oracle's face lit up and a modest smile appeared on her face. She managed not to show too much of her excitement to return home. "If you would be so kind."

The Legends brought the oracle to the Waverider. They showed her the futuristic ship that can ride the air and Alkestis looked around in awe – "a gift from the gods", she called it. While Alkestis stayed on the Waverider, the Legends would confront the boar. The oracle would not be completely alone, though – she would have Gideon watching over her and making sure nothing would happen to her.

"What's a Caledonian boar?" Ray asked Nate while they were suiting up. Nate shrugged.

"I don't know for sure," he responded. "I'm guessing a big, aggressive boar you do not want to mess with." The only story Nate remembered was one where many heroes hunted a boar, maybe this one. One of the gods had sent it to terrorize the land because the king was stupid enough to forget the offerings. If he remembered correctly, the only woman landed the first blow and over twenty Greek heroes eventually killed the boar in a great hunt.

It took twenty heroes; they did not even have ten on the Waverider alone. But on the other hand, the Legends had something that the Greek heroes of old did not have: technology and superpowers. They did not need twenty men – they were just enough.

At least, Nate hoped they would be enough. Otherwise, they'd be in serious trouble.

The Legends left for the Rouen woods at dusk and this time, they did not stray too far away from the Waverider. If they believed Alkestis, the boar could not be too far away from where the Waverider had landed. They had decided to ditch the time-appropriate clothes and traded them for their costumes – if they were going to hunt some giant boar, they were not going to take any chances and they were wearing their costumes. It may provide a bit more protection, which may even save them. Sara had also chosen to carry some more weapons, such as a BO staff and a dagger, among others. You never knew what could happen.

The forest was still very lively for the time of day. Still, it was growing quieter as time passed, as if the woods held their breath in anticipation of the fight that was about to go down. the Legends walked about the woods carefully – most of them, anyway. Mick did not care about staying quiet and in his anxiousness, Wally was making a lot of noise, too.

"So…" Zari said, dragging the o-sound. "When we've defeated the boar, what do we do with it?"

Silence fell in the group. Before today, any Fugitive was sent back home or sent to hell by Constantine. But now he was no longer a part of the team, they had to pick another method of disposing of the Fugitive. It seemed no Legend was willing to say it out loud.

"We kill it?" Nate said hesitantly. He shrugged. "We can't really send it to hell anymore."

"Then we'll kill it," Sara said confidently. It gave the Legends some hope – they could do it. It was only a boar. And so, they hoped their Fugitive would show its face soon, all for various reasons – to get it over with, to finally see its size, to finally set something afire.

The wind picked up without Zari's interference. If the boar was nearby, it may be able to smell the Legends. If it wasn't nearby, maybe the wind would carry their scent and alert it of their presence on his territory.

"Look out!"

The boar had jumped out of the bushes and stormed towards Zari. She extended her arms forward in a reflex. She called on the wind and pushed the boar away from her. The wind knocked the boar off-course and made it collide with a tree, which snapped upon impact. The collision disoriented it and left him immobilized, allowing the Legends to take a good look at it. they refrained from attacking it as long as it did not attack them either.

As Nate and Wally already suggested, the boar was huge. It had to be at least six feet tall and was more of a bear than a boar. Its fur was a dark shade of brown and its eyes were a dull red, which seemed to flare up as it watched his future victims.

Mick took the opportunity to burn it. Yet, the boar seemed to be fireproof – the fur did not catch fire and the heat only seemed to infuriate the monster, which was ready for attack and turned its attention to Mick.

Ray shot the creature with some energy blasts to distract it from Mick. But the fur was too thick for the energy blasts. Given the results, Nate started to think that maybe only sharp weapons were able to penetrate it. The Greeks managed to kill it once before; now the Legends had to do just as well.

The boar charged at Mick and Ray, of which the latter flew into the air to shoot energy blasts that only made the monster more furious. Mick glared at it, unmoving, not willing to be the one that yielded and moved out of the way. The boar had the exact same mindset and ran straight towards Mick and his continuous stream of fire.

Wally shot into action and stopped the boar by running tight circles around it. it tried to hit Wally, but the speedster was too fast and the boar too slow. Wally always moved inches out of the way whenever needed,

Something had to happen. Wally couldn't keep running around it for forever. Nate had turned to Steel and looked at the yellow whirlwind in close proximity. Nate took a deep breath. He was – hopefully – strong enough to hold the boar. The others could come and end its life and its tyranny. Yeah. That could work.

"Wally!" Nate yelled, "On which side is the snout?"

"It's still facing Mick," Wally answered. Nate came closer to the boar until he only was a few yards away, where the snout was supposed to be according to Wally. Now he hoped Wally hadn't given him some misinformation and that he did not end up at the boar's backside. That would be unfortunate.

Nate counted down in his head. One, two, …

"Wally, go!" Nate yelled and he ran forward. Wally ran his last round around the monster and then left to give Nate the space that he needed. The two old friends were still well-coordinated: as soon as Wally had raced away, Nate was running straight towards the boar's snout and he managed to grab a hold its neck.

It was not easy to hold the almost-bear in one place, not even in Steel form. Nate stood firmly on the ground and did not give the boar any room. Still, it wriggled and writhed to gain its freedom and if Nate even gave him an inch of space, the boar would go free and would throw Nate off of him.

The Legends remained at a distance, so as to form a perimeter in case the boar would break free. However, Sara reacted immediately. She charged at the boar and pulled out a dagger. Coming closer, she aimed for the boar's neck and buried her weapon in there.

The boar reacted heavily on the attack. Nate had to do his very best to keep that monster in place so it wouldn't run off. Slowly the wriggling died down, but he dared not to loosen his grip until the boar's red eyes were closed and it stopped moving. Only then did Nate let go of the boar and the body dropped to the ground. Sara pulled her dagger out of its neck.

That was it. The boar was dead.

Besides the great feeling it gave them, it was only a hollow victory. The Legends were well aware this was the first fight in a set of challenges they would have to face before they even could become champions to face the Giantess. In the meantime, she was still out there, inching closer to her goal each passing day.