So I'm about a day late, sorry about that. Here is the chapter.

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Nate could not wait to return any sooner to the Waverider. Even though the jumpship traveled at high speed and even though the jumps were quick and swift, his impatience was starting to act up with every passing second. He could not keep still, not even as the jumpship connected with the Waverider. He paced up and down before the door and waited until it was safe to exit. At long last, after a little too long, he came out of the jumpship and marched towards Amaya's room.

Within seconds, Wally walked beside him with a worried and annoyed look on his face.

"Where the hell were you?" he asked in such a way that Nate could pick up he wouldn't easily forgive Nate for what he's done, even if it wasn't harmful in any way.

Nate did not answer. Maybe he did not even hear the question or anything else Wally may have said. he only had one thought in his head: get to Amaya and save her. he was so close now, only minutes away, maybe even less, from bringing her back to life. He did not notice how Wally sped off and returned to Nate soon afterward.

Nate stepped into Amaya's room and walked up close to the corpse. The doors were still open and she was still laying on her bed. Nate placed his hand in his pocket and felt the cold gold coin that Hades had placed there. He took it in his hand and briefly glanced at it. This is it.

"What are you doing?" Wally asked him, genuinely confused. Behind the speedster, Mick and Sara walked into the room as well while the other Legends were on their way to the brig, too.

"I'm bringing her back," Nate said and he placed the coin on Amaya's forehead before taking a couple of steps back. Only for a few seconds, nothing happened.

After this, the coin melted away quickly and disappeared into Amaya's forehead. It briefly illuminated Amaya as if she was a source of light. As soon as this light disappeared, Amaya regained some color, opened her eyes, took a deep breath and sat upright. She placed her hands on her shoulders where the Harpy had gripped her, but they were gone. The coin had healed the wounds, too, and had taken away the pain.

Amaya lived.

The other Legends were shocked and so was Nate. He had placed so much hope into this crazy plan with the belief that it was going to work but he still could not believe he actually did it. This defied everything he thought he knew about the world. This cemented his belief in the gods and their divine powers, which he - in a superstitious way - had believed in. And the fog that had clouded his mind since Amaya's death was lifted.

Wally was the first to move. He walked over to her and, while she stood again, they hugged. If they had exchanged some words, Nate did not hear it. The other Legends who were present also greeted Amaya in amazement and pure happiness, even Mick.

And then Amaya looked at Nate.

The eyes he loved were on him, only on him, and her smile was the brightest. Nate did not move an inch; she's back. He could only stare at her in shock and disbelief of his own miracle. He had stood guard by her body for twenty-four hours. He had carried her body on board, he had tried to save her on the battlefield. She had been legally dead for more than twenty-four hour and now, she was back again.

The clouds had lifted, his mind had returned to him and berated him about this crazy plan of his.

Amaya had a second chance now, but it was not natural.

And he was the cause of this.

Suddenly, being in her presence made him feel uncomfortable. Before he could formulate a plan on how to deal with this, he turned his back and left the room. his action had had a big impact on the natural order, but he couldn't see it, blinded by his love for her. All the while a voice called in his ear; this is not natural.

Nate returned to his room.

Well, that went completely unlike how he had imagined it would happen. He had imagined every scenario, but him freezing and being overwhelmed with a strange sense of guilt about disturbing the natural order was not one of those scenarios. Even now, sitting in his room, he was still shaking and breathing rigidly.

As he sat on the bed, he seemed to finally look at what he had done with a clear mind and in the end, did not regret it. he had brought Amaya back to life and thus, he messed with the natural order to bring her back to life. Time might have found a way, in the long run, to bring her back without his involvement, but they would never know now.

That goddess – the not-quite-goddess – had tried to warn him. Philotes, wasn't it? She had asked him whether he was certain about his course of action. She cautioned him not to go, instead of pressing on. He had answered yes and she did help him out with his journey after he had made his decision. So, what was up with that?

Nate took a deep breath. That random goddess was not to blame for his reckless behavior, he was. his grieving mind was, as well as the crazy idea that came from it. How could he have allowed himself to go on this journey and mess with something he shouldn't have messed with. And now, he was going to pay the price for his decision. Still, it did not mean he regretted saving Amaya. It was a stupid way to do it, but he stood by it.

"Nathaniel," a familiar female voice said. Nate looked up and the goddess was back. Her dark hair lay upon her shoulders and her tunic reached to her ankles. Nate stood up. "Philotes."

"Please," she said. "Phil."

"Okay then, Phil," Nate repeated. Her hands were clasped together and her smile was sad, her gaze lingering on Nate. somehow, it made him feel rather uncomfortable. "I don't mean to be rude, but what are you here for?"

"I'm here for you," Phil answered and Nate frowned.

"For me?" At that moment, he feared for his life. He hasn't had nearly enough interactions with her or her family to figure out exactly what she wanted, or even whether she had good or bad intentions.

"Isn't it clear? I did not come here for Mick," Phil said, genuine confusion on her face. She seemed to assume that Nate would know that her choice to appear before him was the clearest indication she chose him. After a couple of moments, Phil continued in a softer tone. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Nate said, the words just slipping out of his mouth without giving them much thought. Why wouldn't he be fine? He saved Amaya. He brought back a champion, and now they had a bigger chance of finding and fighting the Giantess again.

"That's not an answer," Phil said. She came to him and sat down next to him on the other side of the bed, maybe to make the situation a bit less formal. This way, Nate did not have to look at her when he stared forward and it may make the conversation a little easier for him.

"How are you feeling?" Phil asked. "These must have been rough days for you."

"I'm… I'm tired. Happy. I feel like… like I want to get this over with." The sooner they won the fight against the Giantess, the sooner everyone on the timeship could pick up their old lives again. It was about time they could leave this Greek chapter of their lives behind them.

"You have a big heart, Nate," Phil said. "I can appreciate that. but it is dangerous to make deals with Hades. Since before Orpheus, he never lets souls leave so easily. Do you know what you got yourself into?" Her voice was pressing. She asked the question as if it was one of the most important questions she had ever asked. Nate nodded in response.

"Yes, I do," he said. He wouldn't make a deal not knowing what the terms were. He looked sideways at the goddess, who looked straight ahead. "Look, Amaya needs to live. She needs to go back home when it's over. She is a part of history and can't be missed."

"And you can?" she asked, still not looking at him. He got a different vibe from her now; if he was correct, she was disappointed in him.

"I don't know," he said and shrugged. It's not like he could ask Gideon without alarming the other Legends. "Then again, time may correct it after a while."

Two minutes of silence followed this statement. Then, Phil got up and stood before him.

"Nathaniel Heywood," she said. Her voice became formal and clear, and she was looking at him again. "I hereby declare you my champion. May your compassion know no bounds, and may your friends be there in your darkest hour."

Nate was speechless for a solid minute. He had not expected this woman to appoint him as her champion. He had no idea if she was even allowed to do this.

"Thank you," he eventually stammered out. He was a champion. But still, there was this tiny detail that still bothered him. "But you're not an Olympian. What are you?"

It didn't look like she was too happy to share this particular information with anyone, but she still gave him the answer he wanted.

"I am a child of the Night. Among my brothers and sisters are such lovely concepts as Death, Deceit, Strife and Old Age." Finally, she turned her head to him again and he realized it was just her stance and the way she talked that made it seem like she was reluctant. "I am Friendship, the odd one out. I believe they are mostly on Mom's side, while I am one of the few who chooses the Olympians and humanity."

Nate nodded in response. What could he say? "That's… brave."

"It's common sense. Something they don't have," Phil said, a hint of annoyance in her voice. Nate tried to imagine what like must have been like for her, a good personification in a family of bad ones, and he came to the conclusion he could never imagine this situation. He wondered whether she was alone or whether she had some friends among her younger family members and Olympians.

"I cannot offer you much," she then said. "But I do hope my gifts will be useful to you in the end." Nate interpreted those words as her way of saying that she was going to have to leave soon. She also slightly turned to the door, another clear sign she couldn't stay for much longer.

"It's on honor to be your champion, Phil," Nate said, genuinely proud Friendship had chosen him. That did not take away from him wondering why the Olympians hadn't chosen him. Though, maybe she was just first. Maybe Ares or Hephaestus would've come along the next day.

"Please don't do any stupid things, Nate. They do need you," Phil then said. In the end, she did succeed in her goal: to make Nate smile a little and to take his mind off of what he's done a little.

"I'll try," he said. Even if he did not know what qualified as 'stupid' and what they would encounter along the way that he could mess up.

"I hope this conversation helped to calm you down," Phil said. Nate nodded – he did not realize it throughout the conversation, but it had calmed him down. that was nice. His head was cleared, his worried temporarily forgotten and he wasn't trembling anymore.

"It did."

"You're welcome. And good luck." She shot him a wide smile and nodded once. "Goodbye, Nate."

"Goodbye," Nate said. Phil turned around and walked away towards the door. During this walk, she vanished. Nate watched her until she was gone completely and then he sighed. Maybe he shouldn't lock himself away in his room. It was time to face what he's done.

But Nate didn't go far after he stood up. Before he reached his door, it already opened up and revealed Amaya, standing in the doorway. She was looking at him; she knew. why else would she be giving him that disappointed look? Why else would she keep her arms folded and her general posture moderate?

"Nathaniel."

"Amaya."

But neither of them could help it. Nate took two steps towards her as Amaya relaxed and unfolded her arms. He took her in a warm embrace, burying his face in her shoulder while Amaya held him close. Her living still maybe not be natural, but this felt good. This felt nice.

They eventually both pulled away and Nate looked at her with fondness. This was right. He brought her back and that was the best feeling in the world.

"How are you feeling?" he asked her. What was it like, dying and then coming back to life? Did she remember? He had walked down the road of the dead as well, but it couldn't have been the same as experiencing it.

Amaya shrugged. "I'm fine." The small smile that had appeared while she was speaking disappeared and she looked him dead in the eyes, worry in her own. "Nathaniel, what did you do?"

He opened his mouth a couple of times before he found the right words to say. "I… you couldn't be dead. I had to save you."

"You didn't have to," she said in a soft voice, shaking her head. In response, Nate shook his own. She was wrong. Someone had to do something, anything – it just so happened to have been him.

"You're needed in Zambesi. Without you, there is no Mari or Kuasa or anyone else protecting your country." He paused. Should be spare her the details of his visit? Should he tell her the terms of his deal with Hades? The words left his mouth before he could properly think about them. "I visited Hades and convinced him to give you your soul back."

Amaya's eyes widened and she raised her eyebrows. She stared at him for at least ten seconds before she finally found the words to express her shock. She may be open-minded towards many solutions, but Nate visiting the God of the Dead was not a scenario she had thought of.

"You went to the Underworld?"

Nate nodded. "It's possible, if you know where the doors are."

Amaya shook her head once. There was nothing Nate wouldn't do for her, wasn't there? "You shouldn't have."

"What else could I do?" Nate said, shrugging, a hint of the despair he had felt when she passed away shining through. She had to live, no matter the cost. "The world needs you. Probably more than it needs me."

Amaya placed a hand on his shoulder, on which he promptly placed his own.

"It needs the both of us," Amaya said. she glanced at him once from head to toe and then she finally allowed herself to smile at him again. "Thank you for bringing me back."

A sad grin spread across Nate's face. "You're welcome."

Amaya gently pulled her hand back, Nate let her. "But don't ever do something like that again," she said, using a semi-strict tone. Nate nodded in obedience.

"Okay, I won't."

They said nothing, but Nate pulled her back into a hug and he closed his eyes. Amaya was back; he finally shook off the disbelief a part of his mind still held on to. She was back and after the conversation, it no longer felt unnatural.

This was good.