Lea was in the midst of showing off her powerpoint; they were on slide 565 when the charms on her siblings started to blare.
"People believe in plenty of other deities and spirits nowadays," the one called Mercurius was saying.
"But the Greco-Roman gods are just fantasies. How rude," Hermes finished.
Lea scoffed. "You are not Stephanie Tanner."
She would have said more, but she curled into herself, gasping in pain.
"Leaneíras?" the counterpart of her Father called out in worry. But Lea didn't answer him, teleporting in the next instance until she appeared upon the makeshift battlefield; Charleston, her senses told her, where Livia and Percy were engaged in a swordfight. There was foreign mageia coating them, and well... it was covering all of them.
Lea froze them all in place, breathing heavily through her nose at the pungent field of it.
"Let me go," Livia snarled, sounding very much like the animal that she was raised by.
Lea booped her on the nose. "No. Not until I figure out why foreign mageia is flowing through you."
Jason landed beside them in the next moment while Octavian rushed to Livia's side.
"Foreign magic?" Percy asked as he forced himself to relax.
"Mm, yes," Lea hummed, leaning into his space as she looked him over. "I don't see how because the charms should have stopped any mageia or mist from attacking you unless it came from a trusted source like Lou Ellen or Medea."
She turned to Livia, scanning her with her mageia before blinking and tilting her head as a mageia shield manifested over them. Purple flames spluttered against it, and Lea raised a brow, eyeing their surroundings trying to figure out where it came from. This was like Aeëtes and Hekátē all over again.
"I wonder how they got it on you," she murmured, stepping away from the two as she looked around. "Give me a second. I'm going to have to purge it from all of you or you can all jump into the lake, have Medea summon a bunch obsidian, fluorite and black tourmaline crystals and repeat: If truly I am cursed today, let water wash the hex away."
She batted aside another blast of mageia while her siblings pursed their lips, Livia looking over her legion in contemplation. "We'll wait for you."
"Cool," Lea stated, not mentioning that it would be considerably more painful if she did it. "Now can you tell me what happened? It shouldn't have been eidolons. I got rid of those, and the charms I slipped in Percy's pockets should have covered that entire ship and everyone on it from being possessed."
It was obvious to them all that whatever happened came from the work of the mysterious that was attacking her with very weak spells. Lea hadn't felt mageia that weak since she first started her own training.
"They attacked New Roma!" Livia snarled.
"It wasn't us!" Percy argued.
"It was your ship!"
"Lea just said it was foreign magic."
"Can you both shut up," Lea snapped, spreading her senses out. "The spell targets the limbic system of your brain, feeding on your negative emotions and increasing the intensity of what you feel. Livia, you feel resentment towards Percy for being kept and raised by Mom. You feel resentment for Jason who had the audacity to cheat on you and bring another girl into your home. You feel a lot of resentment towards Piper for being the girl that he cheated with. You don't like Annabeth for being what represents what hurts Octavian who hates Annabeth, doesn't like Percy and Piper and Jason for hurting you."
Livia and Octavian flinched.
"Jason holds resentment towards Octavian for the easy comradery that he has with Livia like the girl isn't in love with him. He doesn't like Percy because he represents what hurts Livia and because they were switched, doesn't like Annabeth because she represents what hurts Octavian. He doesn't like Piper because he feels like he has to be with her so the dynamics on that ugly boat won't be ruined and because she ruined his relationship with Livia who he is very much still in love with. Annabeth has resentment towards Jason because she feels like he was sent as a replacement for Percy, and she also thinks that Thalia just used her as a blonde stand in for him."
Annabeth and Jason tensed, eyeing each other. Piper pushed herself away from Jason, hurt coloring her features.
"Piper hates Livia and everything that she represents and a part of her knows that Jason would leave her for the other girl which I mean, look at us. We're gorgeous. Frank hates Leo because he thinks his relationship is threatened for whatever reason? Hazel doesn't like Octavian."
Hazel and Frank avoided eye contact with Octavian who scoffed and Leo who looked a bit hurt yet unsurprised.
"Percy hates Jason for hurting Livia, and hates him because of the switch, hates Octavian because of how close that he is with Livia, and for whatever reason that Frank and Hazel don't like him, doesn't like Piper because she represents what hurts Livia also. Reyna hates Livia for being the one Jason is in love with, hates Piper for in a relationship with Jason and for something that her Mom? said, hates Percy for rejecting her, hates Jason for not choosing her, hates Annabeth because she feels threatened by her, hates Octavian because she feels threatened by him, hates herself a lot. Oh em gee. Girl, go to therapy. Actually, all of you need therapy. Really, Leo is the only one of you all that has a cool head right now which ironic because of his powers. And this is only for those whose hatred is so intertwined. That's not counting the rest of the romans around us! All of you...Be more like Leo!"
The aforementioned people looked away as if they were ashamed of their feelings.
"How do you...?"
But Lea ignored Hazel as she turned to the body hiding behind the clouds. "Was I reading that spell right or do I need to beat it out of you," Lea called out.
"I am impressed," came a sultry voice from the person that had been attacking Lea and attacked her people. Historically speaking, not a good idea. "Not many people are able to read that spell to such an intent. Though the herbs and potions that I mixed it into was of a weaker concentration alongside the food and drinks that they consumed diluted it further."
Lea raised a brow, lying as easily as she breathed. "Mm. I haven't had the chance to go against such a strong opponent. Who are you?"
"I am Princess Agamḗdēs, daughter of Augeíās, King of Ēlis."
"Never heard of you."
Her eyes flashed in annoyance as she came to a landing. Lea's siblings and their friends flanked her protectively.
"May haps you know me better as Perimḗdē; the immortal sorceress who stands with the likes Kírkē and Pasiphaë!"
"Not ringing a bell."
She looked at her siblings who also didn't seem to recognize her nor did their friends, which was crazy because Lea was used to Annabeth being an encyclopedia and Livia's memories of Octavian stated that he was much the same.
"How about we don't piss off the unknown goddess with foreign magic?"
Lea waved Percy's words away. She couldn't do anything to them now that Lea was there.
"What do you want," Lea asked, eyes slowly beginning to glow green as her own anger began to build.
No one attacked her people.
Agamedes. Perimedes. Eat-a-dick-medes. Whatever. She shrugged, almost casually but her eyes burned with a fury of a thousand suns. "Oh, nothing much just a token really, a trifle."
"Okay Ursula," Lea sneered.
"What I want from you is your life."
Livia and Percy pushed themselves in front of her.
"You see, my husband helped the trojans in war, so I hold both love and resentment for its roman legacy. he was killed by a filthy Achaean; that Nestor, son of Neleus, son of Poseidón, the god king of the sea. I cannot touch the champion of Salacia nor the child of the prophecy, but you... I sensed you the moment that you entered our world. My patron, Mother Gaía herself, figured that you would be a threat to her plans, and she so graciously allowed me to gain my vengeance. You proved her right the moment that you took away her shades, so I watched you and saw how protectively you cradled your food and drinks, and I created a special elixir that would tear into the psyches of your friends. If I cannot the ocean's offspring, then I will have you for you do not belong here and from you I can have my revenge. From you, I shall make my own cup!"
"You just contradicted yourself," Lea noted as she rested her hands on the shoulders of her siblings, calmly purging the foreign mageia from their systems. A much gentler process than what she should really do for lasting and true effects. She poured more mageia into the charms on them to finish what she started as she pushed them behind her, her own fury reached new heights. "You can't go after my siblings and yet you did. You enticed this anger in them, compelling them to attack and attempt to kill each other." Lea tilted her head as she regarded the so-called goddess. "Not sure if you heard, but when it comes my people, if you got a problem with them, you have a problem with me and I'm not someone to have a problem with."
"A weakling such as yourself is no threat to me."
"And if you look like a great dane with a wig on, you really shouldn't be talking to me."
Livia snorted from beside her, holding her sword aloft in her left hand.
"I gotta say though," Lea hummed, mageia swirling about her, and Lævateinn appeared in her grasp. "To purposely target my siblings in a such a way. Using their inner hatred. Nice touch. Stupid, but you clearly have balls of steel."
"I will do it again if it means having my revenge, you so called Twice-Blessed," the wanna be goddess declared, and Lea could feel the other's mageia begin to build in the air. "Whatever that means, Leaneíras."
Lea snarled, a deadly thing and her mageia unfurled around her, slowly and ominously.
Did she not hear her own words?
She was Leaneíras Halosydnê; the sea sang within her blood; her Father was the Earth Shaker, her Brother was the Destroyer, her sisters were The Most Holy and The Lion Heart, her Kháos-blessed was the Giant Slayer, her Grandfather was the Gorger.
And she...
She was Witch Craft's Mother.
Her wrath took form, emerging from within her, starting from her belly though her chest to her shoulders and arms and down to her fists.
Their power met in the middle, blowing those surrounding them backwards and tearing gauges into the harbor in an explosion of color. They seemed equal for a mere moment, but Lea had not gained her title by being a baby. Lea's pupils burned green. Her hair was loose and swirling about her, but her voice... a mix of her own and something... something not quite human. Something other. Something divine. Beneath her shirt, her khaos marked glowed through the fabric blood, streaming down her body.
All that gaze upon her as she began to float within the ethereal sky; those not protected by her favor froze instantly fear, as her mageia called upon the heavenly fire that burned within their blood. She was a sight; not meant for mortal viewing for they could not endure the tumult of the heavens, as lightning flashed and thunder shook.
She was glorious, eyes a sinister green somehow, ominous in the darkened skies that gave proof of her rage, wind whipping her hair around her face. She cackled and laughed in such a way that it would have fit more in an old movie about witches. Her hands touched the old man's body and spread all his stars a veil of mist and cloud, so easily the spells came from her. "By Asteria and Persês: Open sky and do your worst!"
Wide heaven shook and groaned under the charge of the earth shaker's storm brewing daughter and to see with eyes and to hear the sound with ears it seemed even as if Gaía and wide Ouranós above came together.
Agamḗdēs trembled; not understanding the depth of Lea's power. Such a shame that she knew not of this child of Poseidón with mageia that could pull the stars from the sky and the moon from its orbit. She teleported abruptly in front of the so-called goddess, foot connecting with her chest, and blowing a hole directly through her sternum.
"Did you not know, Agamḗdēs, I am Olúmpios-born. Daughter of Poseidón Aigaiôn. Kháos-Blessed of Hērmês Kullḗnios. That is why I am Twice-Blessed. The Twice-Blessed Enchantress, the Mistress of Mischief, The Seas' Sorceress, and the Walker of Worlds."
"That is not possible," Agamḗdēs murmured, spewing ichor as the mortal vessel she took on rushed to heal itself. "You're not... You cannot be more powerful than me. This is not even your world!"
"Less powerful than you?" Leaneíras cackled as if she had not trained with gods and kings to make way to become a god and queen. She bounced on her feet, adrenaline pumping through her should have been a fist fight. She had not had a good fist fight in so long. "Oh, yeah. I lied about that too."
Her Father, the storm bringer, and her Uncle who delights in the thunderbolt; she took after both as she called up the trailing clouds and massed a storm, with lightning in the squalls, and thunder and the bolts that never missed.
Her mageia built more and more in power and a great shaking of the earth came on, and those that lived within Háidēs trembled, and the Titanes banished back under Tártara trembled to the dread encounter and the unending clamour.
"Mystic forces we invite, fill the skies with clouds of night. Be ye far or be ye near, we summon rain to appear. Sky above, gone the sun, melodies just begun. Sky above, come undone, shower rain on everyone. Sky above, come undone, shower rain on everyone."
The world screamed in fear as a clap of thunder boomed across the world as if a bomb of atomic proportions exploded. The demidivine on the ground, looked at each other as before their very eyes, the heavens opened its doors and gave way to ferocious winds and waves that turned into a howling storm.
Mortals ran for cover as the winds were tyrants, roaring and groaning as they attacked the earth with its sharp blades. Rolling clouds came crashing down, and streaks of lightning danced across the land twirling about the various giants and monsters that roamed the earth.
Yet, her siblings moved not; her favored ones watched with narrowed eyes, tensed as if waiting an unknown signal for assistance that they would be all too happy to oblige.
"To come after me is one thing," Leaneíras murmured as she lunged at the fleeing and sniveling goddess, yanking her back by her hair to throw down to the earth where a crater formed as she landed. Leaneíras followed her down, Lævateinn piercing her throat and burning with divine power. "Suicidal and idiotic, but still not big of an issue. But to target my friends and family? That'll leave you in pieces at their feet."
The goddess cried, begging for reprieve, but Leaneíras had long moved pass that. She would hear no more of it especially not for someone so weak.
Where was this power... this divine strength that she had just been boasting about, hm?
And they all stood and watch as her mageia spread from within her, trailing slowly over the body of wide-blossomed Gaia, who was encompassed by the seas, between the ocean and her shrinking streams, that cowered for refuge in her lightless womb.
She gazed down onto the earth, a snarl on her face. "She says that I am a threat to her plans, fine. I'll show her a threat."
And her mageia emerged from her body even further; clawing deep from within her soul like an eldritch horror; the onslaught of the heavens and earth; of the stars and the seas combating in her gaze. The seabed began to boil, seamounts began to shake and erupt, and the chalices of heaven found themselves overflowing, and the earth began to shake. The boundaries between the earth and its surrounding realms began to thin as her mageia ripped holes into reality.
Those eyes of hers; green as earthy moss, green as the seven seas, green, but as were precious stones, or deep unfathomable mountain lakes, green... green... green. "No more giants."
And the world answered her call.
WORD COUNT: 2896
THINGS TO KNOW:
1) Agamḗdēs was, according to Homer, a Greek physician acquainted with the healing powers of all the plants that grow upon the earth. She was born in Elis, a princess as the eldest daughter of Augeas, King of the Epeans, and was married to Mulius, the first man killed in battle by Nestor during a war between Elis and Pylos. She was called Perimḗdē by both Propertius and Theocritus.
1A) By the Hellenistic period (c. 4th to 1st centuries BC), Agamḗdēs had become a sorceress-figure, much like Kírkē or Mḗdeia.
1B) Honestly, speaking I just needed another sorceress.
2) Nestor's Cup is a legendary golden mixing cup which was owned by the hero Nestor. The cup is described in the Iliad, and possibly appeared elsewhere in the Epic Cycle. Despite its brief appearance in the Iliad, the cup was the subject of significant attention from ancient commentators on Homer.
2A) It is not to be confused with the real gold cup excavated at Mycenae in 1876, which is commonly known as "Nestor's Cup". This has both similarities and differences.
3) Nestor's Cup is described in Book 11 of the Iliad. Machaon, son of Asklēpiós, is injured by Paris, and taken back to the Greek camp by Nestor; a healing drink is prepared for him in the cup. The cup is described over six lines.
There was also a cup of rare workmanship which the old man had brought with him from home, studded with bosses of gold; it had four handles, on each of which there were two golden doves feeding, and it had two feet to stand on. Any one else would hardly have been able to lift it from the table when it was full, but Nestor could do so quite easily. —Translated by Samuel Butler, 1898
COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:
1) Now let it be known that i am not a MCU Wanda fan. She needs to be in somebody jail and a mental institution. But Wanda in the comics? While she also has her issues, hers are a lot more understandable than her movie counterpart. And that line… that infamous line. "No more mutants." YAASSSSSSS. the difference is that Lea's can't be reversed. the giants no longer exist. Gaía will have to give birth to an entirely new race of giants if she wants her plan to work. Porphuríōn, Enkélados nem? Gone. Poof. They only exist in history books and myths and the memories of those that met them.
1A) It's a good thing that soulmates don't exist in Livia's verse because that would have been painful for Ártemis to lose Ōríōn like that.
2) Lea pulling up into another world about to have mass articles printed about the end of the world
3) When Lea's eyes get to glowing, then you should run. I'm just saying.
QUOTES:
1) "No more mutants" - Wanda Maximoff 'House of M' #7