Images were passing through the Blonde's sight. Events yet to happen. Battles which would never happen to her.
Battles which would never happen, because the Blonde was going to rule the world before those heroes could meet.
Even so, there were ten particular moments which stood out, which would never leave her be. Each belonged to a different person, and over the past several years, they would come to her time and time again.
First was the other blonde. A navigator, the only person who could lead these heroes in the right direction. The Blonde had met the girl on a trip to the west coast, hoping to convince her and her brother to join their side. They were family after all. The boy had refused, and wouldn't let the other blonde hear their plan.
Fools. That blonde will be disposed of soon enough.
Next came the fire user. He had lost everything, and didn't know the gods existed. He would nearly kill himself over being unable to save his friends.
Not a threat.
The ghost king was a problem. The Blonde had already had a few skirmishes with him over the last year. But to have him on her side, she could become immortal without hosting the Titaness.
What a world that would be.
The warrior was strong, but could never be counted on during the right battles.
Such a shame. Her former friend would have been handy in the new world.
Her former idiot lover. She could see his emotions and loyalty would control him, and he still wouldn't get the girl.
Sucks to be him.
The lightning user has power, but would be unable to control the others.
In your face, Zeus.
And of course, the daughter of death. She could shine, or she could be extinguished by her own emotions.
Only time will tell.
Then there were the other three.
The praetor. The harusper. And the oracle.
They would each lose their minds in the upcoming battles.
Wonderful.
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She was beautiful, with her long curly blonde hair, and full lips and breasts, but she also looked rather fake, as though she had one (or several) too many plastic surgeries.
At least, that's how Megan saw her. She glanced sideways at Nico, who seemed unimpressed. She couldn't see Leo, who was on the other side of the pale boy.
"You're Helen. My godmother?"
Megan noticed the look of anger in the woman's eyes, but she opened her arms. "Welcome, Megera. I cannot begin to express my pleasure of your arrival. I have been searching for you for many years, as has my mistress."
So, Helen wasn't at the top. Wasn't behind Juno's kidnapping. Then who was?
Helen stood up, took the three steps to where the demigods knelt, and pulled Megan to her feet. "You look just like your mother." She said it as though Megan was wonderful, but her mother was the worst person in the world.
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Fanfiction"Seven Heroes to find the way, To bring back what's lost on a summer's day, Foes to breach Death's Domain, And free the world of it's endless pain." An HoO AU featuring a different prophecy of seven and a different set of heroes..Let's do...
