What the hell was that ending? I mean, so much happened in this episode and the writers raised a lot of questions. I'm not sure I can wait for answers, but hey, that's life. At least I'll be able to focus on my exams now all Arrowverse shows have ended.

LadyAwesome45321: I'm glad you liked that fight. As a non-native speaker, I'm afraid I won't always be able to correctly describe what's going on exactly (also, fight scenes are hard). And yeah, the Oracle. She's a late insertion, but I believe it'll work out fine, though it's gonna be confusing. Either way, if you liked her, you might like what I have in store for the b-plot. Thanks for the review!

Alkestis, the oracle of Dodona, was waiting for them on the bridge. As the Legends walked aboard again and she caught sight of her, she turned to them.

"Is it gone?" she asked. What the invisible woman had told and shown her was strange and the great amount of information had confused her. Better to as the Legends, who were with the boar.

"Yeah, it's gone," Sara said. "You're going home now."

A bright smile appeared on Alkestis' face. In she had not been such a calm and collected person, she would have run up to Sara and hugged her as well as the other Legends. Instead, she looked at the group.

"I cannot thank you enough for your bravery and kindness," she told them.

"You're very welcome," Ray said and he nodded once, a smile on his face, too. The oracle's happiness was contagious and soon everyone's spirits were lifted.

"But before I return, I must give you a gift." The reactions of the Legends varied from person to person, depending on what they understood by 'gift'.

"That's not necessary," Zari started on behalf of the group – except for Mick –, but Alkestis was persistent.

"It is necessary," she said. "The god Apollo bestowed the gift of prophecy upon me. I do not need to be in Dodona to do my job. While I was here, I knew you would be coming. I knew you were going to need some help along the way. Some knowledge from the future. If you want to, I can show you your near future."

"Can she do that?" Mick asked as if she wasn't even in the room.

"She's the oracle," Nate said. "I guess she can do it."

"I can do it," Alkestis said. "During the process, you'll all see your own future. I do not know whether the images will be the same for everyone. If they're not, it may help to share them, if you so wish."

The Legends did not need to discuss their decision. It was always helpful to see their future, to catch a glimpse of what's to come. Of course, if someone tried to stop their vision from happening, they may end up fulfilling this self-fulfilling prophecy, but that was a risk they were willing to take for the sake of precious information.

The oracle folded her hands together and closed her eyes. She looked serene, but concentrated. The Legends wondered whether they were supposed to do anything or to wait. They decided to wait for something to happen.

About twenty seconds later, their vision blurred. The future unfolded itself in front of the Legends, and they would later describe the feeling as if they were watching a movie through their own eyes.

Sara stands on some coast, with a tree line on the other side of the rider. Behind her, she feels the war. Next to her stands Nora Darhk, Damien Darhk's daughter, and she extends her hands towards the assassin. Sara does not hesitate and grabs them, an unusually good feeling rushing through her.

Mick is in the kitchen during noon. He moves from the fridge to the table and sits down. He places a beer on the table and immediately starts eating some leftover sandwich from yesterday.

Ray walks around in a labyrinth. The walls are not solid, but something he can't quite place. There is something wrong with the walls. He is running now – something terrible chases him and the stars witness and bear judgment upon the fools who cannot easily escape.

Nate stands atop a long, unwinding staircase and sees nothing but the stairs and the darkness. A torch in one hand, he descends into the dark. He does not turn back; he continues on with determination, deeper under the earth and closer to the heat and to the silver river that lay at the bottom of the staircase.

Zari watches Nora Darhk standing in a river, water up to her knees, and struggling. Nora holds her arms toward something in the corner of Zari's eye – a monster. She knows what must be done. Zari pushes her hand forward and the wind pushes Nora and the monster into the river.

Wally stands in front of a Giant of at most thirty feet tall. The Giant needs to be stopped, the Legends next to him seem to agree. He cannot do anything; he watches the Giant fall backward after something Wally did not see hits the Giant in the chest.

The visions made way for the real world again, and the Legends looked at one another. Everyone but Mick was either distressed or confused about what they had just witnessed. Alkestis also had her eyes open and watched them curiously, waiting for the heroes to share what they had seen in their own personal vision.

"I will eat a sandwich and drink beer," Mick said. "Nothing out of the ordinary."

"I disagree," the Oracle said. "You never see an ordinary moment. Something pivotal will happen when you eat that sandwich and drink beer."

"Okay," Mick reacted. So basically, every day something important was going to happen to him. he walked out of the bridge, presumably to go to the kitchen to make his vision come true – most likely to get it over with.

"I don't know what I saw," Nate continued the conversation. "I stood atop a staircase in the dark. Does that ring a bell?" Nate had his suspicions, but they were not confirmed. The Legends had no idea what it meant and even though Alkestis' face paled, the reaction was not enough to make Nate worry about his fate too much.

"We're going to a labyrinth," Ray said. "Something's going to chase us." he did not mention the walls, because it did not seem important at the time.

"Sounds like fun," Zari reacted sarcastically. She could not deny it was great to know where they were going to end up eventually in their quest.

"We're going to have a big fight," Sara then said. "It'll be bad. And Nora Darhk will be there… on our side."

It seemed Sara did not want to initially share that last detail. Zari could not help but notice that Ray's face lit up when Sara said Nora's name."

"Nora?" he said and Sara nodded. Nate and Wally looked justifiably worried.

"I'm sure there's a good reason for it," Sara said. Whatever that reason was, Sara hoped it wasn't going to take a romantic turn. She wasn't going to let it go that far.

"There is," Wally said. All eyes turned to him. His vision had shaken him. "I saw a Giant. A guy Giant, not the Giantess. There's more than one."

There's more than one Giant to fight. It would justify having Nora by their side, but that still did not explain why she would help the Legends, why she wouldn't try to hurt them, how she would find them or vice versa and in which circumstances.

"What about you, Zari?" Nate asked. "What did you see?"

Zari shrugged. "Not much. It was all blurry. But there was some kind of monster in the corner of my eye. It was horrible." She neglected to mention that this monster, whatever it was, may be commanded by Nora Darhk from the river. Looking at Ray, she felt a pang of sympathy when his theory of Nora being a good person was confirmed by Sara.

There was no telling in which order the visions would come. There was a chance Nora first set the monster on them but then would help them out. There also was the chance she first decided to help out but would ultimately join the Giantess and set a monster on them to distract them from the Giantess. In the latter scenario, Zari did not want to see Ray's hopes be crushed like that. She told herself she would inform Sara about seeing Nora.

"I hope they were helpful," Alkestis said. "Unfortunately, I can offer you no more than this."

"Thank you," Sara said. "What you did is enough. Let's get you home."

A couple of hours after Alkestis had given the visions, she was brought home. Zari was headed to the gym, to distract herself from the vision that was burned into her mind. On her way, she passed the lab and looked inside. She may have expected to see Ray, possibly with Nate, but they were not there. Wally was inside and sat on a stool, reading a book. He was otherwise absentminded and was possibly trying to distract himself.

Zari stopped at the door and stared at Wally for a while, but the speedster did not notice the totem bearer. Maybe talking to him would take her mind off of the vision. Maybe sharing the vision with him would be a good idea as well.

"Hey," Zari said. Wally looked up from his book. "How are you doing?"

Wally shrugged. "I'm okay." But something in his voice did not sound sincere and he turned his attention back to the book he was reading. Zari entered the lab and approached him, sitting down next to him.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked him, pushing her vision to the back of her mind. Maybe he was struggling with his own vision, too. Maybe running did not work, so he came to the lab to find it empty, and so he may have decided to read something.

Wally closed his book and glanced at Zari.

"It's nothing, really," he said. "Nothing compared to this Giantess problem."

So it was not his vision. Somehow, that was surprising to learn.

"Then what is it?" Zari insisted. This was as good a distraction as any and if it helped Wally to talk about it, too, then this was a win-win situation. Wally barely hesitated, but whatever it was, it had to be serious.

"I don't…" He paused, thought about his answer for a while and then rephrased. "I loved the time I spent on this ship. I learned a lot. You were a good teacher." He briefly smiled at Zari, acknowledging his mentor. "I only left because I couldn't see myself doing this for a long time. And speedsters tend to screw up whenever time travel is involved. I came back to visit you for a couple of hours and wanted to return home."

Wally caught Zari's questioning look. He sounded like he did not want to be on the ship – that was only partly true. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining and I'm glad to be back. I just... I wish I had a choice instead of some god making that decision for me."

"Yeah," Zari said, not knowing how else to react. What else could she say? That Hermes tethered him to the ship by making him a champion, making him the only person (so far) who was able to kill the Giantess. He'd already waltzed into their world unannounced and threw it on its head.

"If I were in your situation, I'd probably feel the same." For now, her mind wandered to something she had wanted to avoid. She had seen her fair share of crazy stuff, but most of it she classified as the real world going crazy or the crazy things happening because Fugitives escaped Hell. But Hermes… he didn't "escape" the Underworld, he probably has never been imprisoned. He was no Fugitive – he existed and the information she found on the internet matched up with what Hermes had said. Hermes was real, his family probably too – that was something she could not easily wrap her head around.

"It hasn't happened to you yet," Wally responded. "You can still go as you please."

Zari frowned. What an odd thing to say. "Do you feel stuck?"

The speedster nodded half-heartedly.

"I'm sure he had a reason," she said. A speedster on the team was definitely a big asset and provided some manpower in metahuman powers the team had previously been lacking. On the other hand, that god should've at least considered Wally's personality while he made the decision. It seemed to her like a heat of the moment decision.

"You may not want to be stuck, but you could do better things than avoiding your job and…" She glanced at the book in front of Wally. "… reading Dickens. If you help out, we may be able to face the Giantess faster and you can go back to the life you want to lead."

Zari stood up from the chair and looked at the young man she had mentored, the young man she started to consider her little brother. "I heard Ray and Nate are reading through every source they have on the Giantess and Greek mythology. How much information do you retain while speed-reading?"

"Quite a lot," Wally responded.

Zari nodded once. "If you feel like helping out, I believe they're in the library."

She then turned around and walked towards the lab's exit. There was no use of staying around him to influence his decision. She was still going to the gym to hopefully resolve some frustrations and Wally had heard everything he needed to hear.

"Hey." Zari turned her head to Wally. A reassuring smile lay on his face. "Thanks, Zee."

She grinned. "You're welcome."

Zari left the lab. Behind her, Wally raced into the other direction, possibly towards the library. Now she had helped him, she finally could head to the gym, to clear her mind and hopefully get a better understanding of the way this world was supposed to work now Greek mythology was involved.

The gym was empty, just the way she liked it. She wouldn't mind if Sara came to let off steam, but for now, she cherished being alone and trying to process all the information by herself. She headed over to the punching bag, put on her boxing gloves and for at least fifteen minutes punched it hard. It did help.

Zari heard footsteps coming closer. It had to be Sara. The totem bearer took a break and drank from the water bottle and turned to the door. But it wasn't Sara.

By all means, she looked impressive. She wore a knee-length tunic and some leather hide that might protect her torso in battle. Her dark hair was braided backward and it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin. She stood proud, a bow in one hand and an empty quiver strapped on her back. Her arms were bare and her muscles were bigger than Sara's. The smile on her face felt oddly out of place.

"Hello, Zari," the woman said.

"Who are you?" Zari reacted and she lifted an arm, ready to strike the lady whenever she needed to. She was getting bad vibes from her. The woman did not break eye contact while she placed her bow on the ground.

"I am Artemis," she said. "I am Hermes' half-sister."

Zari stared at the woman while her mind went into overdrive. Just when she thought she wasn't going to have to meet another one of the old Greek gods soon, his half-sister appeared in front of her. Those thoughts she had previously tried to push back now came crashing back in, and it scared her. They shook her to the core and infected her so-far steadfast belief.

"You're…" She couldn't finish her sentence. She couldn't say it.

"A goddess," Artemis said, nodding once. "Yes, I'm a goddess. But don't worry. My existence does not invalidate your faith. You can put your hand down."

Zari quickly lowered her hand in defense against the goddess.

"I'm sorry about that," she quickly apologized. Artemis temporarily reassured her enough so that she could speak in full sentences again. Still, she couldn't believe it – a real-life 'goddess' stood in front of her! She had to exist alongside Allah, or maybe He had created them. Zari had no idea how she felt about it.

"Why are you here?" Zari asked when Artemis did not appear to continue the conversation.

"I came for you," she responded. Zari frowned. "I have been watching for a while, even before Hermes arrived. You are a good woman, a great fighter. It is not easy to kill the Boar, let alone immobilize it – but you did it masterfully."

"Thank you," Zari said, unsure how else to respond.

Artemis allowed her smile to grow a little, proud of the woman in front of her. "I hereby name you my champion. May your aim never fail you and may your faith never falter."

Zari shifted on her feet. Every position seemed uncomfortable. It seemed a weight had been placed on a shoulder, a weight she could not immediately or ever shake off. Was this what Wally had been feeling since Hermes had done the same to him? If so, she could understand him being bothered at not being given the option to reject the offer.

"Best of luck, Zari," Artemis said. "You will do great, like Helen."

"Of Troy?" Zari remembered the Spartan, one of Zari's first anachronisms and the first one who wasn't returned to her original time and place. Zari had figured out the timeline would still be intact with Helen on Themyscira, the island where the Amazons – warrior women – lived.

The goddess of the hunt nodded. "She has become a great warrior, thanks to your intervention. Even without my blessing, you will surpass her in skill. You will be great."

Zari thanked the goddess again. Nobody had ever given her so many compliments or boosted her confidence the way Artemis was doing now.

"We will not meet again after today," Artemis stated. "Good luck fighting Periboea."

"Wait," Zari said before Artemis could walk away or vanish or however she was planning to leave the time stream and return home. "I have a question if you don't mind."

"Go ahead."

Zari took a deep breath. "Why aren't you fighting with us?" She refrained from asking her about their current relationship to the Islamic faith or other religions currently in existence and focused solely on the fact that the Legends were thrown into the deep end and that, other than naming some Legends their champions, they were not going to be actively involved with fighting a Giantess who wanted to destroy the world.

"Many factors play a role," Artemis answered. "If I were to go over every factor, we would lose too much time. I would say the most important factor is our job. Apollo and I control the sun and moon, Poseidon overseas the oceans and Ares is fighting enough wars as it is. That is why you will be champions. Even though we cannot be there in person, we will be watching over you and aiding you whenever we can."

Zari nodded and accepted the answer, though it was convoluted. Why couldn't the god of the oceans climb out of the water to help them, and why couldn't the god of war help them with this little war between Legends and the Giantess? But she knew better than to argue with an all-powerful being.

"Good luck, Zari," Artemis said, finally ready to leave the Waverider and return to the palace atop Olympus mountain. The goddess smiled at Zari once more. "Keep the faith."

Artemis turned around and walked out of the gym. As she walked, she seemed to fade away until she was truly gone. Zari stared until there was nothing left to stare at.

The weight still pressed on her shoulders. Without giving the entire conversation a second thought – she might freak out if she tried to replay it in her mind – she picked up the boxing gloves again and continued to blow off steam. She punched the punching bag time and time again, her mind thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

After an hour (normal time) of intense studying, Wally left the library. Nate and Ray were going to stay a little longer, but Wally had seen enough Greek myths for today. He must have read every historical account ever written twice and knew quite a lot of the less common myths by heart. Maybe tomorrow he would continue, but for today, he did not want to read any more about the Argonauts, the creation of the world and the many, many lesser gods and goddesses.

Wally walked back at normal speed to his room. Once he was there, he dropped himself on the bed and wished he could have had the power to retain information after just reading something once. If only all of the information would matter; unless the goddess of youth was involved, Wally did not want to have to know who she was.

"Wally?"

That was not a Legend.

The speedster jumped up from the bed. Hermes leaned against a wall, his sorrowful eyes fixated on Wally.

"Hermes," he said. The god nodded once. Wally did not react – all he could do was stare. He became aware of the weight on his shoulders again, a feeling he thought he'd forgotten about.

He didn't want to deal with this.

"Please don't," Hermes said even before Wally could speed out of his room. "I just want to talk."

Wally sighed in frustration. "What do you want?"

"To apologize," he said. somehow. Wally frowned – if there was anything he could predict a god might say or do, apologizing probably would not make the list. It might not even be considered.

"I visited the oracle of Delphi before informing you. We got a clear view of what the future might look like." Hermes paused and Wally believed he recognized the distracted look in his eyes – whatever the Oracle showed him, it had to be horrible. "Zeus and Hera did not wait. They appointed their champions right away. Two powerhouses who stood a considerable chance. But the process was rushed. They failed. We lost them."

They had died. What a great message to give the only champion on the ship (unless some god appointed a champion while he studied).

"Until I came here, I wasn't even considering a champion. But so few Olympians will even give you a shot and I believe the Legends will need you to stop the Giantess."

Hermes gave Wally the space to speak if he so wished. But Wally remained silent so that Hermes could continue justifying why Wally would make a good champion.

"I'm sorry, kid," he continued. "I'd hate to condemn such a young, free spirit like yourself to one place. But as soon as she is dead, you and the other champions will be relieved of your statuses. We will release you of your duty when your work is done. You will be able to go home."

Wally glanced aside for one moment. When he wanted to tell Hermes something, the god had already vanished. Even though he did not say much to the god of travelers, he was relieved. Knowing the reasoning behind Hermes' choice did not particularly make him feel wanted, but it did give him peace of mind.

It also saddled him with responsibility. The last two champions died. Unless every one of his team became champions, too, it was probable that the Giantess may kill him, too.

But those were worries for later. For now, he was going to eat something and then have some good night's sleep. He needed to be well-rested for their next Fugitive.