r/whowouldwin Jul 19 '25

Event Character Scramble Season 20 Round 0: Eden Prime

To determine Roster Seeding, Round 0 writeups will be ranked from 1-5 by our esteemed panel of judges. Seeding scores will be determined by the judges’ averaged ranks of your stories, with higher ranks receiving higher seeds. All three judges will read all Round 0s.

Your Judges are: /u/TheAsianIsGamin, /u/Proletlariet, and /u/Talvasha

When judge voting goes up for this round, we'll have a WWW moderator lock the thread, preventing anyone from posting more. Make sure to get all of your writing done on time!


The Character Scramble is a long-running writing prompt tournament in which participants submit characters from fiction to a specified tier and guideline. After the submission period ends, the submitted characters are "scrambled" and randomly distributed to each writer, forming their team for the season. Writers will then be entered into a single-elimination bracket, where they write a story that features their team fighting against their opponent's team. Victors are decided based on reader votes; in other words, if you want people to vote for you, write some good content. The winner by votes of each match-up moves on to the next round. The pattern continues until only one participant remains: the new Character Scramble champion, who gets to choose the theme, tier, and rules of the next Scramble!

The theme of Character Scramble 20 is Scramble Effect. Round prompts will be based on the many worlds, missions, and memorable moments found throughout the Mass Effect series.


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Round 0: Eden Prime

Lightyears away from where any of its ancestors once roamed, a rooster crows. The sun turns the purple of dawn into a bright, beautiful azure, and from within the arcologies that dot the land, efficient with both energy and space, the people rise just as slowly. There’s much work to be done, out there on the fields, but mornings like this are worth enjoying. The skies are clear, the land is fertile, and all is quiet. It’s hardly the most exciting corner of the galaxy—and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be.

Until an unexpected discovery turns this once-sleepy idyll into a flashpoint. At first, your team thinks this is a simple mission: Recover whatever it is they found, and slip out to get it where it needs to be before anyone can make a fuss.

But the moment your team makes it onto the planet, a firefight breaks out with an unforeseen enemy. Soon, it becomes clear: Something important has been unearthed, and someone wants it. Badly enough to kill for it.


Round Rules:.

  • Galaxy Map: Hundreds of billions of stars, each with its own system of planets. Your round doesn’t have to take place on an agrarian colony—or even on a sci-fi planet at all. But a season like this is about discovery as much as anything else. Start to show your audience where you’ve brought us.

  • Find the Beacon: Whether by being ordered to investigate it, or by chance, your team stumbles upon an object revealing something rather sinister. This object can be an artifact showing you visions, a murder weapon, written logs, a witness, or anything your story needs. But it has to be threatening—something your team never would have expected.

  • Don’t Worry. I’ve Got it Under Control: A contact or ally that your team expects to help instead betrays you. This contact must come from one of the Class Role Adoption Pools other than the one you adopt from.

  • The Price of Revenge: The traitor acts swiftly to take or destroy the object—without care for any bystanders or collateral damage. They set bombs, or a computer virus, or something else that would have disastrous effects for everybody around you. You must choose one of the following prompts:

    • Paragon: There are lives at stake, right here, right now—and besides, you’ve already seen the evidence yourself. The powers that be will just have to believe you. Let the traitor escape, lose the object, and save lives.
    • Renegade: Your newfound mission is too important. Hunt the traitor down, defeat them, and take the object back.
  • We Could Use Your Help: Your team comes with two characters, but you must select your third from the unscrambled characters of the Class you do not currently have, listed in tables below the roster here.

Please include in a comment, either before or after your writeup, which character you are adopting, with a link to their signup post.


Normal Rules:

  • Stand Fast, Stand Strong, Stand Together: Nobody can take on a mission like this alone. You’ve got a team of the brightest, toughest, and deadliest allies a Scrambler can find—use them. We’d love to see your characters make full use of their wide-ranging abilities, both on their own and as a team.

  • We Will Hold The Line: You know what’s at stake. Failure is not an option. Even if your characters have only a small chance of victory, write that small chance happening!

  • Special Tactics and Reconnaissance: Saving the galaxy will take more than the same old tricks. You are allowed and encouraged to mix and match powers, and to develop your characters in any way you wish, both on the battlefield and off. However, your opponents are not expected to keep track of these in-story changes, and vice-versa.

  • Every Life Is a Special Story of Its Own: Feel free to give a brief summary to introduce your characters at the start of your post. If you do, you should mention things like powers, personality, history, and anything else that the average reader should know before reading.

  • Legendary Edition: Sometimes, Spectres have to go a little outside the lines in service of their mission. You’ll have the same latitude—as long as you go with the broad strokes of the prompts and the rules, you'll be fine.


Round 0 will run from Saturday, July 19th to Saturday, August 9th, 11:59pm US Eastern Time.

The character limit for this round is 4 full length Reddit comments, or 40k characters.

While it is fine to go a little bit over, anything that far surpasses this limit will be disqualified. This limit does not include intro posts, or analysis of the matchup.

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u/Joshiwawawa Aug 09 '25 edited 26d ago

When Sung’s world first changed ten years ago with the global appearances of dungeons, the method of transportation from one world to another was through an entrance called a Gate. From the level of magic emanating from a gate, the danger of the dungeon behind it could be determined and ranked- more magic meant more danger. The ranking system made tiering dungeon difficulty pretty cut and dry, with the rare exception of the Red Gate. These were special for a few reasons. Their exits seal after entry, with no escape until the boss was dead. The dungeons had harsh environments that are just as lethal as the enemies within, and the bosses were brutal. Time also passed rapidly- a day here was an hour on Earth.

So when the gate closed behind them, Sung made a mental plan to leave this group as soon as possible. Maintaining his stupid E-Rank facade while in one of these dungeons would be an ignominious suicide. Telling everyone here'd create a strange rift in group power, and he didn’t know any of these people. Couldn’t trust them.

But… no. He… he would never do that. He would never leave weaker hunters to die after the fate that befell him. What was coming over him that all of these calloused thoughts raced through his mind? He clutched at his head. It had been a while since he had felt stress. Was that it? Or some sort of despair-based status ailment?

“Alright!” An arrogant voice cut through his thoughts. “It might be several months before the boss of the dungeon is defeated, or this dungeon breaks into our world, so we’ll split into two teams! I, the great A-rank hunter Kim Chul, will take our highest ranking hunters to track down this dungeon’s boss.” A broad man in shiny silver armor announced. “The rest of you will stay here and await our return. This environment is likely incredibly dangerous, and wandering will get you killed.” Sung didn’t speak up and was assigned to the low-ranking group.

Once they were alone, Sung held a finger to his lips, and from his inventory produced food, water, tents, flint, as well as protective clothes. In this calm, as this low-ranking group quietly, without understanding nor questioning, accepted his resources, Sung got a good look at their surroundings. The sky was blood-red and caked with ash. A pop-up indicated that he was automatically detoxifying, meaning the air was noxious enough to trip the system. With dungeons typically being self-contained, there were usually caves or walls, some sort of edge, but the horizon stretched on endlessly. The curve of the horizon was fairly normal, so wherever they had ended up was huge. Handing out masks, his eyes scanned for any threats. Wolves roamed in the distance, which meant that not only were there prey animals, but likely no megafauna-level beasts. The area was wide and barren. If he took care of enough beasts fast enough to clear the area, he’d assure they were good for food and safety for a few days.

“Everyone, stay here.” Sung's voice came at nearly a sultry whisper, yet commanded the authority of a general. The low-rank hunters nodded in perfect unison. The boy walked into the horizon, towards a horde of wolves with names above their heads, colored in white. Easy EXP.

“Where are you going?” One of them asked.

“You’re familiar with the big-fish-little-pond effect, yes?” He waited for a nod, which he eventually received.

“I think I’m going to show some little fish a kingfisher’s eye view.” A wry grin crawled across his face and he cast Stealth, vanishing into thin air. Within seconds, he carved the pack of wolves into nothing.

I applaud your tactics, rogue hunter.” A voice bellowed inside of Sung’s head. Who was that? The System? It felt as if it were coming from a direction, but he couldn’t tell where. Not that he had the time or space to play investigator, the others were waiting for him. Slaying a bear for good measure, Sung quickly pilfered the bones and meat from the slain animals and returned to the others, propping up the bones as a sort of makeshift fence, lined with animal skulls. That should communicate the picture to any would-be attacker. Everyone went to sleep, and awoke the next day to find their situation unchanged. Sung would retrieve more resources, they would sleep, and the world would remain the same. Eventually, after a few weeks, someone asked Sung if he could try to hunt down the dungeon boss. The thought had crossed his mind several times, but leaving everyone alone for so long…

Would that be right...?

After a few months, everyone insisted Sung had taken out all of the major enemies in the area, and they had more than enough resources in their little society to get by without him for a few days. Wandering to where he first heard that voice, he activated his Stealth and walked further and further into the endless horizon. Eventually, something rose in the distance. Lots of somethings. Were those… skyscrapers? In a dungeon…? Just how big was this place? He kept walking until he reached a part of the plain overlooking the city. The coastline stretched into forever. This dungeon wasn’t some isolated pocket dimension. The dilapidated sign for “Gateway City, CA” was enough to prove that. The boss could be anywhere. Sung dashed back to their makeshift home to find Kim Chul. And not a single other living soul.

Chul was coated in blood, gorging himself on wolf meat. His body looked emaciated, his eyes crazed. He looked up at Sung, his irradiated eyes squinting with recognition.

“You!” Chul screamed. “You hoarded all of the supp-” Within seconds, Chul’s head, still foaming at the mouth, was removed from his shoulders.

“Die.”

Sung sat, head in his hands, in a field of corpses and bones. At this moment, a notification pinged in the UI. “The job-change quest begins now. Protect your allies as long as possible to earn advancement points that are required to be assigned a higher class.”

God. How many years did Sung have left to regret his choices in this dungeon?

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u/Joshiwawawa Aug 09 '25 edited 25d ago

The weavings of the Fates are a delicate structure, Diana,” The projection of Athena floated through the remnants of Gateway City, Diana by her side. “Their handiwork is that which gives the universe its meaning.” Diana could not help but be at least somewhat starstruck. So many years of her early life were spent in a corner of hell, getting the smallest glimpses of the goddesses, knowing that they had been sending her aspects for a plan. After all of this time, after feeling purposeless, empty, and alone, she truly felt like she had found a long-lost sister.


They are good friends of mine. I have my web of life, and they have their tapestry.” Anansi was no longer occupying physical space, leaving Miles to spin and crawl across the web of life. “But you see this web here- even if it connects all people, it is work done by hand, no? Even we godweavers can fall victim to mistakes, just ask Athena!

“You know Athena?” Miles had already (somehow) grasped the idea that there were aliens. He knew Pete had dealt with the multiverse in some capacity- he’d spent some time in some spider-society or whatever. The Asgardians were from another planet and kind of considered to be gods by some people, so like, running through a hyperdimensional web spanning all persons across all humanities was definitely not absolutely going to make his mind collapse in on itself, but it was a lot to process on top of the fact that seemingly every god was real and aware of each other.

Our paths have crossed.” The jovial lilt in Anansi’s voice had vanished. “She caused a great deal of grief to a good friend of mine.


However, the thread binding this reality to the tapestry of fate has been severed, and hidden from even the gods’ sight.


A reality severed from the tapestry of the fates poses grave danger and misery to its people.


If the gods cannot watch over mankind’s progress, it would be- has been- the dawn of ruin.


I could not tell you who severed the thread, just that it has been noticed now, and there is a great scramble amongst the heavens for it. Some seek its elimination, others its power.


The unwoven thread cannot stand to exist any longer. It is what has separated me from you, sister, and kept this world godless.


That thread is the only thing sustaining that fringe reality. If the gods destroy it, those people cease to be.


With the thread in our grasp, we may finally end anarchy’s reign over this place.


With the thread in their grasp, one has a reality’s worth of power in their hands.


I have summoned a hunter from another dimension to retrieve the thread, but he cannot be trusted to hold it for very long. You will retrieve it and deliver it to my corporeal form.


Gods rarely descend in their physical form when they can send mortals- I’d go myself this time but if there is a chance of encountering another god or their champion, I do not wish to start a pantheonic war- but I fear the Olympians move already. No matter what, for the sake of the people of that world, know that it cannot afford to fall into their hands, Miles.


No matter what, for the sake of our worshipers in this world, know that we cannot afford that Olympian hands lose this, Diana.


Sung had lost track of the years he had passed in this irradiated wasteland. At some point, maybe a benefit of the system, he stopped aging. The time allowed him to learn quite a bit. This red gate dungeon was indeed an alternate reality. Much of its history was parallel to Earth, but the Gates never came in this reality. War came. Little information remained as to who started it, why. Didn't matter. Every nation from that time was gone, their records mixed. What happened couldn’t be known.

The land was suffering, and the people were starving. Blight infected the plant life that remained, and the predators that once dominated the food chain dwindled. He had considered going “home,” or the equivalent location here, but Korea on this version of Earth was a sun-bleached crater. It seemed that every person he ran into, as few as they were, was just waiting to die.

He coughed up a layer of dust as he did his required daily training. Outside of that training, the system gave no prompts. Beyond his patch of desert, monsters with red names roamed. Sung was strong, but not strong enough to take them. With no boss to defeat, his only recourse was to grind on low-level beasts for years, which gave him plenty of time to regret. Had he gone public with his leveling, he wouldn't be here. But now, no one would miss him. Joo-Hee, maybe. God, he should have taken her to dinner like he said he would. His sister missed him, probably. Most of his memories of her were as a joking slacker, but he noticed, as he had gotten more mature, she did as well. Classic sibling mimicry. The memories had gotten fewer and farther between as he grew stronger too. Just… days working out and slaying beasts. And for what? They likely took his mother off the machines now. He truly gutted his whole life by clinging to the System like an idol, one only he could know, when it couldn’t even save him from this hell. The System hadn’t given him any new missions, but the job-quest still hung over him.

“Protect your allies.” Even now, he was still the butt of the joke.

It was in one of these frequent sessions of regret and self-reflection while doing his System-mandated daily exercise that Sung heard the voice again.

I am need of you, my roguish hunter.” That same voice, from all those years ago, spoke to Sung again. It wasn’t coming from his head this time, but a direction. Sung broke into a sprint. The irradiated plains stretched out further and further, broken only by dilapidated houses and rarely-trodden roads. “You will find my altar overlooking the city.

In time, Sung stumbled into a clearing lined with a ring of carved stones. At the edge of it sat a towering throne, and atop the throne was the smiling statue of a crowned goddess. Sung instantly fell to his knees as fear and pain shot through him before he could even consciously realize- it was just like the double dungeon in which he first lost his life and re-awakened to the power of leveling up. This dungeon was a punishment. He knew that now.

The reason you are here is simple. Retrieve for me the Unwraveled Thread of Fate, and your boon shall be freedom.” Freedom. “Head east, then use whatever means you have available to locate the thread. Your efforts shall be rewarded.” “Stealth. Dash.” Like a shadow, Sung vanished.The solo hunter hurtled across the Californian desert. His eyes would catch the outline of an item that valuable for sure. If this dungeon had a special condition for clearance, obtaining an S-ranked item or so, everything'd make sense.

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u/Joshiwawawa Aug 09 '25 edited 25d ago

Diana soared through the sky. For so long, she lived with this immense dread and guilt that whatever purpose the goddesses and Fates had meant for her had fallen through. Every day felt as if she were staring into an abyss that grew darker, and even with all of the power at her disposal, there was nothing she could do. Each night passed and a feeling of ‘surely, something must happen that will save everyone from ruin!’ would come only to be dashed upon the rocks by the hopelessness of tomorrow. It had honestly grown sickening, the cycle of maintaining the burden of hope. She did not have many opportunities to meet with Sisyphus in the underworld, but she imagined that the emotion that pooled in her lungs like blood every time she saw that red sun crawl over the horizon was not unlike that which he felt finding his boulder at the bottom of the mountain. Finally, the goddesses had deigned to give her life meaning again. Not just her- if Athena was finally able to contact her, perhaps the people of this world could count upon the gods in the future! Perhaps hope could become more than a prayer that unlikely prospects happen. Maybe it could pay off. She looked to the stars, and the constellation Leo stared down at her. Mayhaps the goddesses had use of them both yet.


There! The UI highlighted a small, wiry shape beneath a pile of rubble inside of a crater. Sung looked around. There was no one for miles. With extreme haste, he dug through the poorly-placed stones until another UI visual popped into sight. “Unwraveled Thread of Fates’ Tapestry,” read the notification. He tapped at it, and its description appeared. “A thread from the tapestry of the three Fates’ sisters. Its frayed divergence has led this world’s determination to be out of the Fates’ hands, leading to untold potential.” Sung’s eyes trailed further downward. “S-rank. Value: ♾️.” Before Sung could even process what infinite value could mean, another pop-up invaded his vision. [Skill: Camouflage]. Someone was there. As fast as he could, Sung sent a dagger flying forward with his telekinesis. [Skill: Spidey Sense]. Spidey-? Didn’t matter. Sung made a wide swing with his dagger, hoping to catch the invisible infiltrator.

“Hgh!” A voice emoted in the ether as Sung’s dagger was halted in its arc. Both combatants dispelled their invisibility simultaneously- Sung was holding a dagger inches in front of the large eye of a young man in a black and red skintight catsuit, the only thing keeping him from stabbing into the stranger’s face being a rather sticky pair of hands holding his blade in place.

“Neat trick, that sense of yours.” Sung read the orange name of his foe above his head. “Spider-Man.”

“Learned from the best!” The voice came high, teenage, and surprisingly jovial. “This one’s a Miles Morales original, though!” Before Sung could react, or more specifically, put the thread in his inventory and end the battle now, he felt energy surge against his wrist. Electric magic? Pain rattled his nerves and he remained motionless as Spider-Man reared a fist back and punched him, launching him away. Sung smiled as an eye pulsed with darkness. This might be fun.

“Curious,” Sung whispered, still flying through the air. “Stealth.” He whispered again as he skidded to a landing and was invisible instantaneously. A dagger whizzed at Spider-Man telekinetically, and Skill: Spidey Sense activated, allowing the masked man to catch the blade in his hand. A perfect distraction as an invisible Sung grabbed the boy’s sternum and slammed him into the ground. “Doesn’t seem efficient at multitasking…”

“Who gave you my report card, man?” Miles’s thumb tapped against his middle and ring finger as they pressed into his palm, and webs fired from the web-shooters on his wrist. With a simple yank, Miles and Sung launched into the air- Spider-Man’s territory. “Note 2, professor, excels in the appropriate environment!” A startling uppercut connected with Sung’s jaw, sending him further upwards. His momentum broke as another web latched to his front and yanked him back towards the vigilante, who landed a kick to his right cheek, and swung his foot back around to land his heel against Sung’s teeth. No good. He's a street fighter who somehow did better in the air than the ground. New strategy.

“Drain. Paralysis.” Sung muttered. Miles screamed and fell motionless on the ground, stuck in place as his health drained slowly. Sung rose to his feet, wiping the dust off his shoes. He ran to Miles, connecting a powerful kick with Miles’ ribs. “You’re nothing more than an insect, meant to be trodden underfoot.” Spider-Man’s eyes squinted as he flew through the air and cried out.

“Ha!” Webs shot out from Miles’ hands, latching to the ground and forming a massive slingshot, with himself as ammo. “Two science lessons!” Miles smiled, energy crackling all over him. “One, spiders are ARACHNIDS, two: energy can’t be created or destroyed, only converted!” At once, Miles let go, and the tension building in the sling rocketed him forward as the magic energy used against him fully converted into Venom bio-electricity, turning him into a bomb. Sung could only brace himself as Miles collided.

“Murderous intent.” Were it not for the stat-halving spell, Sung’d be downed. Spider-Man looked hurt, too. “Dash.” With the speed buff, Miles’s speed halved, and his target being injured, Sung’s blade outpaced Spidey Sense and found purchase against a rib. The blade sank in deep. Spider-Man threw another punch, but the difference in speed was still out of his favor. Sung caught the fist with his own hand. “You don’t understand the danger you are dealing with.” Sung smiled, slowly. “I am Sung Jin-Woo. I am the only person in the world that can level up. I am the danger. Leave, and you won’t have to die.” Spider-Man gasped raggedly, his suit failing to hold in his pouring blood, before pulling a hand back and pointing upwards.

“Hey, what’s up, Danger?” Miles asked, looking upwards. Sung’s gaze followed his to find… buttons? UI elements hovered above his head. “O+∆” What did that-

An elbow flew into Sung’s face, sending him crumpling to the ground. As his head slammed against the rocky desert floor, a web stuck to his forehead, pulling him back up like a yo-yo into Miles’s electrified fist, launching Sung further back upon connecting.

“You're right, though, I’ll try elsewhere!” Miles web attached to the corner of the crater, and he launched upwards, gliding out of range of Sung’s attacks. Sung inhaled sharply, clutching his pounded head. At least that spider-guy was leaving. And he still had the thr-

“Where the hell is it?!” Sung asked aloud, clawing at his person.

“Hey, Sung! Watch the hands!” Spider-Man laughed, webbed wingsuit activated, as the hand he didn’t use to finish the fight was now thoroughly webbed to the thread.

“Die!” Sung commanded, flinging a knife at the gliding hero, and sending another dagger at him with telekinesis. One tore through the webbing of the wingsuit, and the other thoroughly embedded itself in Miles’s leg. Injured, but with what he needed, Miles propelled himself forward with his web, out of Sung’s range.

The hunter could do nothing. Which made it far more surprising when a flying horse skeleton tore through the skies and smashed into Miles, sending him hurtling towards the ground.

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u/Joshiwawawa Aug 10 '25 edited 25d ago

“Thank you, Hunter!” Diana called to the injured man in the hooded garment. “I shall take it from here!” The princess looked up, to find that Pegasus, the revived skeletal remains of the Greek winged horse, was in a tug of war with a figure coated in black. With his one hand, the thread they needed was stuck with something, and with the other, he repeatedly punched her Pegasus’ skull, to no avail. Diana flew up to meet them, and the spidery man fired a web at her. She held up a gauntlet, and the webbing couldn’t take hold, simply flying off. Reaching the struggling boy in the air, Diana grabbed the thread and pulled- to no avail.

“I can’t let you take this!” Spider-Man gasped, hanging on desperately as his body now hung between the two, suspended a mile high. As Diana continued to yank at the webbing, he figured that negotiation was probably not yet in the cards. “This stuff held the Braithwaite Bridge together! You’re gonna need a sacred sword or something to cut that of-” Miles was silenced by Diana’s producing of a massive sword, nearly the width of her tall, broad body. “Morales luck.”

“I wish you no harm, emissary!” Diana remarked. “But the Athena Blade will sever this great gift from your grasp. Flee empty-handed, and know Athena shall use this thread for the salvation of all!” With a flourish, Diana deftly sliced through the webbing, seizing the thread. Miles’s hand being freed, he immediately slammed it into Diana’s side multiple times. She gave no reaction. He charged all the Venom he had left and channeled it into a single swing, his legs breaking free of the Pegasus as his fist slammed towards Diana. She spoke a word of magic and a shield shot up. Miles grunted and screamed as he absorbed the energy. It might have been too much to bear, but he had to try. At the top of his lungs he yelled out and-

Absolutely exploded.

By the strength of his own blast, Miles was sent hurtling to the ground, unconscious, and Diana, though injured by the discharge, flew down to catch him. He was falling, fast, meteoric, and out of desperation to preserve his life, Diana produced Nemesis. The lasso would burn its targets in proportion to its sins- and an enemy of the gods and thief of their goods would surely suffer, but the pain would not be fatal as landing would be. She winced as Nemesis whipped around the young boy, grimacing in anticipation of his torture-

Absolutely nothing.

The lasso caught Miles, and he hung from it, muttering unconsciously- almost comfortably, as if he was used to sleeping hanging from a rope by his feet. Diana was taken aback. Was the boy being possessed by some evil force, then? Was he being tricked somehow? As she lowered him to the ground, she could see the hunter in the distance was limping over. She could sense murderous intent emanating from him. Did he not know he was meant to relay the thread to her? What was going on?

Thank you for your work, my child.” The sky cracked open with light. The light turned to thousands of tessellated shields, leaving only a void. It rippled, like a disturbed lake, and from the surface of the depths above descended Athena in all of her glory. Diana rushed to her, thread in hand.

“Athena-” Diana’s voice shook, still troubled by Nemesis not hurting that boy, “to what end do we obtain this? What do we intend to do?”

You dare question me- the gods?” Athena’s expression grew dour. “And what is this ‘we’ you speak of?

“Oh, you had just called us sisters-” Diana’s explanation was halted with a laugh.

Sisters? Really?” Athena’s laugh rang like windchimes. “You think yourself like a daughter of Zeus? Even Athens’ misers are children of Zeus, and at least they bear his image!” The laugh grew deafening. “You, Diana, are clay. Dirt spat upon by now-dead prisoners.” Diana hovered back, in horror. “Did Circe never tell you? You were not dropped on that island as some grand plan- Apollo put you there to die.” Athena ripped the thread from Diana’s hands. “Bad things didn’t happen to you to forge you into a weapon. For some higher purpose. They happened- happen- because your life is meaningless and you are meant to die, as is any human.” No, no, these couldn’t be the goddess of wisdom Diana had revered her whole life, it- it couldn’t be true, it had to be a lie- an illusion- a test-

“Goddess of tactics!” Sung cried from below. “Where’s that freedom you promised?”

You did excellent- bringing you here all those years ago seemed as if it would never pay off. Your freedom.

“You broug-” Before Sung’s righteous anger could even be vocalized, Athena snapped her fingers, and a spear materialized through his chest. Diana’s horror turned to rage. She flew at Athena, who soared towards the void she came from. She gritted her teeth- she wasn’t gonna be fast enough. She threw her sword at the gigantic deity, who simply deflected it. Diana activated a forcefield before the Athena Blade collided with her, and it fell to the ground.

You dare raise that blade against ME? I AM ITS NAMESAKE!” A volley of spears shot from Athena’s side, arching down at Diana. She flew back, and whipped Nemesis at Athena, pulling her forward into the path of her own attack. The goddess screamed in agony as Nemesis burned her and her spears assaulted her. Diana could vomit. Which is why she was caught off guard when Athena grabbed the rope searing her side and pulled Diana close. Close enough to whisper in her ear. “You have never been anything but a sacrifice.” She had grabbed Θυσία, and in that moment of cruelty, wrapped it around Diana.

Diana was in a world of gods and monsters.

For the first time, she realized she was neither.


Miles blearily awoke and turned to his side, about to ask for five more minutes when he saw Sung Jin-Woo next to him, impaled. This guy was trying tokill him five minutes ago, but Miles got to work in an instant. Normally, you’d want to hold a weapon in the wound to stop bleeding, but he had a good sealant. In a deft motion, he dislodged the spear and sprayed webs into the injury. This would hold for an hour. Maybe enough time to find some help. He looked around- and up- to find that the thread was in the hand of the goddess of war hovering into a void. He might still make it in time if he launched- but to her left was a small lamb, wrapped in a glowing green rope, blood pouring from its wounds as it fell through the sky to the earth.

“Sorry Anansi,” Miles apologized and flung himself into the sky, away from the closing portal. As it sealed, Miles looked around for anything to swing off of. Stupid Cali. As he grew convinced he wouldn’t make it, he heard a whinny, as the skeletal pegasus rushd in front of him. “Gotcha buddy, let’s do this!” Miles webbed the creature’s bony wings and flung himself through, catching the sheep. “Don’t worry, I got you.” Swinging off of Pegasus's hoof, Miles descended back to earth, the sacrificial lamb in his hands. It shuddered and shook as it touched the ground, and bleated up to the sky. Miles turned to look, and some stars- a constellation- a lion- Leo, roared back. The earth shook and was enveloped in starlight as the lion nuzzled the lamb, and Diana now stood with Θυσία at her feet. Without saying anything, she turned to Sung, and began muttering, wiping blood from her body.

“Emissary- I owe you much, but now I ask more of you. Do you have any blood to spare?”

“Uh, sure,” Miles pointed to where Sung had stabbed him. Diana quickly pawed at the wound, and continued uttering. Another flash of light, and Sung Jin-Woo lay on the ground looking up at Diana and Miles, the least injured of the three. Despite themselves, the two couldn’t help but smile down at Sung. As he looked up, another notification appeared over his head. He chuckled now- finally understanding.

“Protect allies. 2/2. 0:00:01.”