The Forbidden Child

One Queen Against Two Wests

Iris
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked nervously. We were in Oliver's old Arrowcave, and I was beginning to sweat, despite the chill in the air.

Percy bit his lip, looking unsure, but gave no response. I groaned. "Guess not. Fantastic."

He blinked at me and held up his hands. "Hey, I'm just trying to help. Do you want to know if your mom is a goddess or not?"

Wally piped up. "I do!" He said gleefully. My gods, little brothers.

Right then, Oliver returned from wherever he kept his stash of supplies, and handed us each a bow and quiver, stocked with arrows.

"Now, no one can help them," Percy announced. "This is the only way."

Taking a deep breath, I pulled an arrow from its quiver and notched it, raising my bow. The motion was so fluid, like second nature.

I could see exactly where the arrow was to go, and I knew it would hit bullseye.

With a sharp thwap, the arrow pierced through the air and hit the target dead centre, splintering the wood ever so slightly.

Wally released his arrow, and it landed perfectly to the right of mine. We gaped at each other, astonished, while the Flash team looked worried, Felicity excited, Diggle apprehensive, and Oliver muttering something along the lines of "One Queen against two Wests. That's fair, right?"

Percy however, looked distraught. Snapping everyone out of their trances, he grabbed my shoulders and stared me dead into the eyes. His green eyes roared like a storm, demanding to be focused on.

"Iris, Wally," he started, voice low. "You need to leave. America, at least. Go somewhere where the gods can't touch you. Canada. Europe. Go to Russia, for all I care. But you cannot stay in the US. Okay?"

Barry wrapped his arms around me from the back, and I could feel the worry pulsing from him.

"Okay."