Before we kick this off, I just want to say this: Happy Pride Month to all my LGBTQ+ readers out there! No matter how you identify, you are valid and you are always welcome here!

LadyAwesome45321: Yes, the visions. They'll all come true- one way or another. At the time of writing, Zari was a strong, independent woman who didn't need a man and Artemis appreciated that. As for the mystery man, it wasn't Hades. The mystery man has a twin brother, Hades does not. Then again, I don't believe I mentioned not just monsters and Olympians were going to show up in this story. Thanks for your reviews!

To the guest saying it was "too short" and proceeded to swear: First, no need to swear. The chapters I write are exactly as long as they need to be. For further reference, check my profile and the two latest chapters of Tales of Earth-X.

The Legends never could enjoy the peace and quiet for too long. Another Fugitive would cause trouble, another problem would arise. Only a day or two after they killed the Caledonian Boar, the time seismograph alerted them to a new problem to solve.

Sara was in her office when it went off. She pushed her previous thoughts out of her head and walked over to the console.

"Gideon, what are we dealing with?"

"Seven people disappeared in a corn maze in Annville, Pennsylvania in 1964."

Pictures of this particular corn maze appeared on the console screens, as well as an article with the headline: FARMER ARRESTED FOR CORN MAZE KILLINGS. It showed a picture of a white man in fifties, rather stereotypically leaning against his dung fork and a wide smile on his face.

Sara frowned. "A corn maze?" While she was used to strange locations and creatures, she had yet to know one who liked to reside in corn mazes in Pennsylvania. Perhaps it felt weird because out of all the different time periods and places, most of them have been interesting and 'exotic'. Pennsylvania was close to what Sara would call home in Ava's present, and the time was extremely close to the time their parents may have been born. It wasn't as exotic as the other locations, and the 'corn maze' did not sound very appealing.

Still, whether it sounded strange or appealing, a Fugitive was probably hiding in a corn maze and it had made seven victims already. It definitely is worth checking out.

"The seven who entered after five o'clock never made it to the exit," Gideon continued. "As a result, only certified farmers could set up corn mazes. The farmer was taken into custody."

That sounded like a reasonable measure after assuming the farmer had kidnapped and murdered the seven, though they never found their bodies intact – only bones and fragments of clothes. But this was not how history was supposed to go; they needed to investigate what happened out there and make it so that these seven would never die.

Sara spoke over the intercom. "Strap in, guys. We've got a new Fugitive."

It did not take long before the Legends were gathered, caught up to speed and then jumped through time.

Annville (Pennsylvania), 1964

It was a cold October day when the Legends touched down. The corn maze had not been opened for the public yet, but the farmer had done everything to lure people to his maze from the next day forward.

It was a nice little farm. The owner had placed benches on his property, so visitors could sit down and enjoy the limited view or their food, which they either brought from home or bought at a small parlor run by the farmer's wife. She sold many different things, such as sandwiches and ice-cream made from the milk of their own cows. The night was slowly falling and the purple, pink and blue sky made the scene all the more magical. The Legends may have looked at a picture or a movie scene.

It was possible the Fugitive hadn't arrived yet. It was also possible it was patiently waiting for someone to walk into his trap so it could feed.

The Legends walked into the maze – there was nobody around to tell them they couldn't enter just yet. As soon as they set foot on the soil and entered the maze, the world around them changed. There had previously been a pleasant Halloween atmosphere, but the sky was suddenly ten times darker than it was seconds ago. There had been a chill, but now cold air sank into their skin. It was as if they had stepped through a portal to some other location. One step outside the maze would lift the artificially dark atmosphere.

Ray, the last one who walked into the maze, turned his head upon noticing the changes. The entrance – their future exit – was still there. The vision from Alkestis replayed before his eyes – there's something wrong with those walls, and it's not easy to leave. Ray decided he was going to remember where their exit was, just in case they wouldn't be able to make it out for some reason.

"There's definitely something in here," Nate said. The Legends proceeded until they came across their first junction. Were they going to turn left or right?

"Nate, Mick and I will go right," Sara said. "Zari, Wally and Ray, you go left." Splitting up would have been bad if any one person was left alone, but now they were with three. They could cover more ground in less time and hopefully find their Fugitive faster. They could always communicate via the comms and alert each other when they found the Fugitive.

"Good luck," Nate called out to the other team, and they went their separate ways in the maze.

Nobody knew how much time they had already spent in the maze, but it had to be quite some time. The sky had darkened, adding to the ominous atmosphere all around them. Not even a starry night could dampen the mood. On more than one occasion, a Legend from either team felt something was waiting around the corner, waiting for them to run into it. Danger seemed to lurk everywhere, especially ahead and right behind them.

They may have felt its presence, but they did not find the monster. Whatever it was, wherever it was hiding, it was not here. Maybe it hid within the corn, outside the boundaries of the maze, far enough out of sight to blend in with the darkness. Or maybe it had not arrived yet and the maze was scarier than it had the right to be.

Zari, Ray, and Wally were not making progress and they slowly came to the realization they may not see the monster that evening. Even with the flashlights, they had a hard time spotting anything that may be out of the ordinary in this unfamiliar environment.

"We're not going to find it," Zari said eventually. Ray nodded in agreement.

"It looks like it," he said. They did not need to say another word to decide that finding the Fugitive at this hour would not be possible. Besides, if it had not arrived today, it could still come around tomorrow. Unless the other team had found something in the meantime.

"Guys," Wally said in the intercom to address the other team. "We haven't found the Fugitive yet. We're going back."

They did not need to wait too long for an answer.

"We're on our way," Sara responded. "We'll meet you there. We'll find it tomorrow."

That was the only confirmation they needed to return. Ray seemed most excited about leaving the maze. The situation and conditions had resembled the ones in his vision and he was dreading what they were going to find. The team remembered where they came from and if they did not, they made educated guesses. The group generally made the right choices and this way, they returned to the exit.

There was only one small problem: they did not end up at the exit. The trio tried many different routes in the direct area, but they never accidentally came upon the exit.

"How is this possible?" Ray scratched his head in confusion. There had to be an exit. He had practically memorized the first couple of turns to make sure they would at least find the exit once they had come close. if it were up to him, they should already be outside, waiting for the other team. Being locked inside the mazy was never an option.

Wally did a quick recon of the immediate and not-so-immediate surroundings, hoping he would find something they had not, and after half a minute, he returned to Zari and Ray.

"It's not around here," he said, shaking his head.

"But it's gotta be!" Ray said in frustration and shock. He glanced at Zari, hoping for her support.

"Then we made a wrong turn somewhere," Zari said. However, Ray refused to believe that.

"No, we did not," Ray said. "We definitely went in the right direction. This is the right place! The exit should be there, but it isn't!" He pointed at the dead end ahead. It seemed to end far away. Because it seemed so far, it could be mistaken for the exit, but each time they walked in there, a wall of corn blocked off their path and only confirmed once again they were in the wrong place.

It frustrated Ray to no end. Where the hell was it? Was it hiding? Was the Fugitive linked to the missing exit? Were they ever going to escape from this maze?

When the other group turned around the corner and Ray could see them, he viewed this as proof he had been right – the exit had to be around here somewhere! Now he only had to explain why they could not find it, or why the exit did not want to show itself.

"Did you come across anything on your way back?" Sara asked once she and her team were close enough to be understood.

"No," Zari said. "How 'bout you?"

"Nothing," Nate replied. "How often does that happen?"

It did not happen a lot that they went someplace and found nothing. It seemed today was different than the other times.

"Let's go back to the Waverider," Sara said and everyone agreed. On the time-ship, they could find a better time to come back, with a higher chance of encountering the Fugitive so they could remove it from this time period or kill it.

"There's one problem," Wally said.

"We can't find the exit," Zari added. "It's not around here."

Which, if you asked Ray, still did not make sense. They had easily found their way back here, so why shouldn't the exit be here? No, something weird's going on with the exit and he feared their Fugitive had something to do with it.

"It's gotta be around here somewhere," Ray muttered to himself. There had to be something they missed…

"Could you stop saying that?" Zari said, glaring at Ray for a second. He didn't notice this glare, for he was too much in thought.

"Then where is it?" Mick asked sarcastically and he rather unhelpfully looked around to prove some non-existing point. Ray decided that looking around may help in this case. Maybe he did not see something. Either way, there had to be a logical reason for the exit not being there.

Or maybe there was a mythological reason.

Ray turned to Nate. "Wasn't there some myth where a maze plays some big part?"

"They didn't call it a maze, but a labyrinth," Nate answered. As soon as the word 'labyrinth' was dropped, Wally knew what was going on. Horror appeared on Nate's face as he, too, realized what they were looking for.

"Our Fugitive is the Minotaur."

Now their adversary had a name and a reputation, the tension grew stronger. The Minotaur was a half bull, half man creature, born after the gods made Crete's queen fall in love with the sacrificial bull her husband, King Minos, failed to sacrifice. Minos locked him away in the labyrinth of Knossos, underneath the royal palace, condemned to a life of solitude. Food was supplied every year in the form of seven Athenian boys and seven Athenian girls sacrificed to Crete.

So, the Minotaur was a cannibalistic monster from hell that needed a labyrinth it couldn't escape from to keep it under lock and key.

And the Legends were trapped with him in a corn maze that had lost its exit.

"We should keep moving," Nate suggested. He glanced at his surroundings. "It has a strong sense of smell. It could track us in no time." The Legends listened to him and started to move away. But Ray was being stubborn.

"What about the exit?" Ray asked.

"We'll find it," Sara said, now starting to understand Zari's annoyance at Ray's determination that the exit should be in their vicinity. He should not worry too much about it, they'd find it eventually. Ray took a deep breath and followed the group, not inclined to stay behind when the monster they were trying to find could easily find him by the sense of smell alone.

So they ran, keeping an eye out for a Fugitive with a human body and the head of a bull. Nothing around them suggested the Minotaur would find them soon, but uncertainty definitely played into their fear. Any strange sound was classified as a sign of the Minotaur – the same could be said for strange sightings. Whether they were the result of the Fugitive or not, they did not know. They did not stop to find out; they kept moving, stayed close and Ray kept looking for exits where there were none.

In the near distance, about a couple of yards away from the Legends' position, there was a turn to the left. Around that position, the corn rustled – there was no wind and no Legend had touched it. It came from inside the path they were going to pass. The Legends halted and held their weapons at the ready. The Minotaur had not yet shown himself, and the anticipation also built some fear – what could they expect from the Fugitive?

The rustling grew louder, and many implications rushed through the Legends' heads. Was the monster too big for the maze so that it couldn't move around without hitting either side of the path? Was it leaning, injured from traveling to another world? Was it unknowingly announcing his position?

The rustling stopped when the Minotaur's latest victim stumbled into view and almost collapsed in front of the Legends.

The woman was covered in blood; her body was covered with gashes on her arms, her right leg, and one to her stomach. With her left hand, she clutched the gashes on her right arm to stop them from bleeding. She supported her body with her left leg, as the right leg was too weak. She must have hit her head; the left side of her forehead and a bit of her brown hair was covered in dried blood.

Despite all of this, she persisted. She was, somehow, still standing. There was no telling for how long she could continue like that, but it did not look like she was going to easily give up.

And then, she finally noticed the Legends. The group had not expected this to happen and stared at her in shock and confusion, taking note of her injuries and the state she was currently in. If she was going to make it out, they would have to help her, whether they liked it or not.

Nora Darhk sank through her knees and collapsed.