Lea was digging the starry skin when she awakened from bodyjacking Stéla. It was a bit bright and gave her an headache but damn did she look good twinkle-twinkle little starring all over the place. She was the goddess that presided over the stars in this world, and she had fun shaping the constellations into these that she knew like Drew riding on the back of Genievre, and the Pleaides, and there was Percy charging some monsters. Then she went down to earth or the equivalent of the planet, and spread the meanings of what the stars represented. Was she creating a new religion and manipulating a pantheon? Yes, but if the ancient catholics and christians and all there subdivisions could do it then she could too!

Rhḗnē was kind of cute. She liked mud and dirt a little too much for Lea to be comfortable with, but from her memories, she knew all the best places to find the good herbs for potions. Lea wrote down all of her own spellwork and potions; configured it with the mathematics that Rhḗnē knew which was a headache and a half, tried to avoid the advances of the Hermes equivalent in that world as best as she could because like hell was she setting up some girl with her soulmate. They can do that when she left. She also somehow managed to establish herself as a Kírkē equivalent and made herself out to be a very helpful goddess so no white man in the future could change her character into a villain in some comic books. No, Lea was not bitter about that.

Lea was going to kick Peitho's ass. In all of her years in life, this was the most amount times that she had ever seen a penis. And the simple fact that Adrianós; this male body that Lea was inhabiting had the audacity to pose for a nude painting by who Lea recognized as counterparts to Hermes, Apóllōn, Aphrodite, Kírkē ... Lea could die. And she could not wait to get out of that world (though she supposed the fact that Apóllōn; unfortunately and terrifyingly, managed to not make Adrianós' body parts horribly inaccurate. She still could have went without it and the sight of him somehow managing to recreate his semen.)

Anastasía was a creepy little goddess, and Lea did not know how to move libs that were made of shadows, but she managed eventually. It just took the equivalent of thirty years in this world. And the whole light sensitivity thing? -10/10. Do not recommended. She had to come up with new spells and elixirs for just a moment of peace. She felt like a damn vampire, hissing every time she caught sight of light never mind the sun.

Ha! TAKE THAT PEITHO! She and Hermes were made to be together; her sister's worlds not withstanding. As Marînos, Lea was pleasantly surprised to get to another dimension where soulmates existed, and this world Hermes that was called Hodios for some reason was his soulmate. They were meant to be together, and Lea had been quick to escape that world especially since she "woke" up during such an intimate moment.

"I sing of Leaneíras Halosydnê, o walker of worlds. She, the twice-blessed goddess, green eyed darling of the wine-dark sea, an enchantress of beauty and a being of khaos. The Sea Born daughter with shining hair, and her strange mahō that brought gods and men underfoot. Soaring over the everlaughing waves, she cast the moon from its path and the stars bathed her skin. Come, blessed power, and grant thy mystics' works a happy end."

It was like a snap went off in her mind as she landed in a heap of flowers.

Lea sat up with a groan, one hand to her head, and it was her head. She was once again, thankfully, in her own body. She couldn't feel nor sense the mageia around her from that fuck ass spell, but she couldn't be too sure. And Lea also needed to check on her mageia core and do a cleansing spell just in case. However, it was like Kírkē had said: a few more worlds, and it should lead her home. She could sense it almost.

It was so close. She just needed to push through this one.

Leaneira stood to her feet slowly, gazing around her in an attempt to figure out where she was. Her mark warmed and cooled rapidly, as if she was near Hermes and yet not.

Brushing dirt off of her body, she smiled as saw dryads and nymphs and pixies weave solar mageia back and forth in blanket-like spells that coated the land around them.

Dryads and naiads and nymphs and all other kind of fantasy races that were marketed as "cute" and "girly" laughed and danced in this place that was mostly countryside covered with beautiful forests and the river next to her was filled with crystal clear water; the banks of it were lined with amber-weeping poplar-trees and its waters home to flocks of white swans. In the distance, she could see mountains taller than Cordelia had been. It was like a kingdom of enchanted forests, candy vegetation, rivers and springs of wine, and beautiful gardens. A place of peace otherworldly wonder.

It was Hyperborea.

Lea smiled. Apóllōn could help her. He could get her in touch with the other gods so that she can have a moment to refine her spell, and she can go home. She looked around her for a cave before shrugging and constructing a small building with her mageia where she took the time, to bathe. She would've looked for the lodgings like the Hyperborea in her world, but she had a feeling that she would have to tell them her story and then they would try to keep her there like those dudes back home.

She took the time to wash her hair, utilizing the hair products that she received Drew; her friend was always surprised that Lea still had some in stock from when they first met that she only added to as Drew tweaked the formulas. She made a mental list of all the things that she was going to do when she got back home. She was going to kiss the life out of Hermes, then she was going to hug Percy so tight they'd need a crowbar to separate them, and she'd hug her Mother also because her sisters' lives were sad, and she did lose some trust in her Mother... she still very much loved the woman. After that, she was going to hug Drew and Medea and probably make Piper's throat swell because she was still a bit irritated from Livia's verse and that reminded her to make Jason bald and give him some pimples and zits. Then she was going to see her Father, and her extended family under the sea. Somewhere in there, she was going to kick Peitho's ass from one corner of the earth to the next and then send her on an interdimensional field trip.

But first, she was going to go to Usnavi's bodega and get her a sandwich.

Lea nodded. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

For now, Lea thought as she climbed out of the makeshift shower, moisturize and everything... now, it was time to blend in with the locals in their highly inappropriate clothing for anyone under the age of 25. A pretty pearl outfit that she vaguely remembered Kállos denying though it wasn't exactly the same considering that Kállos was a lot more revealing.

Lea was starting to feel like a bit of a prude.

Ass she emerged into the city proper, she moved about like a tourist, and it reminded her of that quest to find Trent; the asshole. She got another water-painting done, and an effigy of her was crafted also. Someone painted her on the side of a vase.

Though when she tried looking for the closest temple to Apollon or Mr. D because she vaguely remembering a connection that he had to the place, the lines were long. Like wrapped around the building and doubling back long. Lea did not have that kind of patience so she she figured that she'd just have to sneak in later.

She wanted to conjure a jacket or something around her; this Hyperborea was surprisingly cold, but she decided not to focus on that. She just needed to waste sometime until she could get the help that she needed.

So, she kept walking, and she paid no mind to the way the ground behind her slowly began to freeze over as the chill of death nipped at her heels.

WORD COUNT: 1474

THINGS TO KNOW:

1)Stéla comes from Ancient Greek Στυλιανή (Stulianḗ). The association with Italian stella ("star") is folk etymology but has influenced the spelling to use two L's instead of one.

2) Rhḗnē; the proper spelling is Ríni. And in greek mythology, she was a mountain nymph of Mount Kyllini, AND a lover of Hērmês, and the by him of Saon of Samothrace. About fifty thousand people had the same names in the myths; I find this one cute, and I just wanted a connection to Hērmês.

3) Adrianós comes from Ancient Greek Ἁδριανός (Hadrianós). It's a male given name, equivalent to English Hadrian. Hadrian is a masculine name of Latin origin that means "dark-haired," and Lea is very much darkhaired.

4) Anastasía is a feminine given name of Greek origin, derived from the Greek word anástasis (ἀνάστασις), meaning "resurrection". A little nod towards Hērmês' being an underworld god.

5) Marînos means "of the sea" so you know... it speaks for itself.

COMMENTS FROM THE AUTHOR:

1) This chapter is inspired by Bratz: Desert Jewelz.

2) Just thought up a child of Hḗphaistos which means that there will be another series created. The Forge? The Workshop? Its still a work in process. This OC however is a blend of PJO and MCU. Harley Keener! ::HEART EMOJI:: I'm sure other writers might have done this already, but not quite like I have. This also means that the timelines get a little wonky, and Harley's age will probably change to fit the narrative. Either way, I'm excited for the day that I can start writing it since I already outlined it.

3) I'm actually a little sad now though that BFK is about to end. It took what? A year and a half to complete. Look how far we've came from the original scraped project.