Shadowflame

Hermes arrived at Olympus with a grin that could only mean one thing: gossip. The other gods barely had time to look up from their celestial activities before he was flitting from one to the next, spreading the latest juicy tidbit. 

"You'll never guess what I just saw!" Hermes exclaimed, pausing in mid-air to hover dramatically. "Diana, our very own Wonder Woman, has a son! And guess who the father is—oh wait, it's not what you think. It's more complicated than Zeus's last three affairs combined!"

A ripple of shock moved through the gathered deities. Apollo nearly dropped his lyre, and Artemis, who rarely showed much emotion, actually raised an eyebrow. Even Poseidon, lounging near a fountain, looked intrigued.

"Whose son did you say?" Ares, ever the skeptic, demanded, crossing his arms. "And how in Hades did that happen?"

"Well, that's the fun part," Hermes replied, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Apparently, it's a bit of a scientific miracle. No mortal father involved—at least, not directly. Diana's DNA mixed with some outside influences, and boom! Instant demi-god son. And he's got a bit of fire in him—literally. Phoenix tears and Basilisk venom, all wrapped up in one very complicated package."

As expected, Zeus's expression darkened. "Another demigod? I suppose you think this is amusing," he grumbled, though he couldn't entirely mask his curiosity.

Before Zeus could continue, Hera appeared, her presence instantly chilling the mood. Her eyes narrowed as she processed what Hermes had just said. "Another child of Zeus? Or should I say, another reminder of your endless indiscretions?" she snapped, her tone like venom.

"No, dear Hera, don't get your peacock feathers ruffled," Hermes interjected with a wave of his hand. "This one isn't Zeus's doing... at least, not directly. Though, knowing how you feel about your husband's demigod offspring, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to know that the boy's existence is already stirring up trouble. And—get this—he's a boy! Imagine how that's going to go down on Themiscyra."

A murmur of unease spread through the gods as they imagined the reaction of the Amazons. An island of fierce warrior women, many of whom harbored deep-seated resentment towards men, learning that their beloved princess had a son? The drama practically wrote itself.

Hera's eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of anger and disdain. "This will not stand. I will not have another reminder of your... legacy," she hissed, clearly struggling to contain her fury. 

But before Zeus or Hera could launch into a full-blown argument, Athena, ever the voice of reason, stepped forward. "Enough," she commanded, her tone calm but firm. "What's done is done. The boy is here now, and whether we like it or not, he's Diana's responsibility. We must consider what this means for Olympus and for the mortal world."

"Exactly," Hermes chimed in, not one to let things get too serious. "After all, where's the fun in a world without a little chaos? This could be just what we need to shake things up."

As the gods continued to debate the implications, Hermes couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He'd done his part to stir the pot—now it was only a matter of time before the drama really began to unfold.

—

After stirring the pot on Olympus, Hermes wasn't about to stop there. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he zipped down from the celestial heights, heading straight for Themyscira. If spreading news among the gods was fun, delivering it to the Amazons was going to be downright explosive.

As he approached the hidden island, lush with greenery and steeped in ancient history, Hermes slowed his flight to a casual glide. Themyscira was a place of honor and respect—two things Hermes typically had little time for, but even he knew better than to rush into an Amazonian council unannounced.

He touched down lightly on the marble steps of the palace, where a few Amazons were busy training in the courtyard. They looked up, surprise quickly turning to wariness as they recognized him. Hermes, after all, wasn't exactly a frequent visitor, and when he did show up, it usually meant trouble—or at least, a very interesting day.

"Ladies," Hermes said with a broad smile, tipping an imaginary hat. "Is your Queen around? I've got some news that's going to shake things up around here."

The Amazons exchanged looks before one of them stepped forward. "What business do you have with Queen Hippolyta, Messenger?" she asked, her tone formal and cool.

"Oh, just a little update from Olympus. Nothing major… except that your princess has a son," Hermes replied, his voice dripping with the kind of casualness that suggested this was anything but a small detail.

The Amazon warriors stiffened, and a murmur ran through the group. "A son?" one of them echoed, as if she couldn't quite believe what she'd heard. "Princess Diana… has a son?"

"Yep, you heard me right. And not just any son—he's got a bit of Phoenix fire and Basilisk venom in him. Quite the mix, really," Hermes said, clearly enjoying the shock value of his words. "But I suppose it's best if I deliver the full story to Queen Hippolyta herself."

Without waiting for a response, Hermes sauntered past the stunned Amazons, making his way into the palace. Inside, the atmosphere was serene, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the distant sound of the ocean. It was almost a shame to disrupt the peace with what he was about to drop on them.

Queen Hippolyta was in the throne room, deep in conversation with one of her advisors. When Hermes entered, she looked up, her regal composure unruffled. "Hermes," she greeted him, her voice calm but with a hint of curiosity. "What brings you to Themyscira?"

Hermes gave a theatrical bow. "Your Majesty, I come bearing news—big news, actually. You might want to sit down for this one, though I suppose you're already doing that, so let's just dive right in. Your daughter, the mighty Diana, has a son."

For the first time, Hippolyta's stoic expression faltered. "A son?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words.

"Yes, indeed! A fine young lad, though the circumstances of his arrival are… let's just say, unconventional. A little bit of magic, a dash of science, and voilà—an heir to Themyscira who's part demigod, part… something else. And before you ask, no, there wasn't a father involved in the traditional sense. It's complicated, but he's very much Diana's son."

Hippolyta's eyes narrowed as she processed the information. "And how, exactly, did this come to pass?"

"Oh, you know how it is with heroes—things just sort of happen," Hermes replied with a shrug, trying to keep the mood light. "But the important thing is, he exists. And, well… I imagine the rest of the Amazons are going to have some strong opinions about that."

The queen sat back in her throne, her mind clearly racing. "This will change everything," she murmured, more to herself than to Hermes.

"Indeed it will," Hermes agreed, his tone almost cheerful. "The question is, how will Themyscira react to having a male heir? I'd bet my wings it's going to be quite the spectacle."

Hippolyta's gaze sharpened, and she looked directly at Hermes. "Leave us, Hermes. This is a matter for the Amazons to discuss."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Hermes said with another bow, though the twinkle in his eye suggested he'd be keeping an ear out for the fallout. As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but think that this little revelation was going to stir up even more drama than he'd anticipated. And for Hermes, the god of mischief and messages, that was just the way he liked it.

—

As the news of Diana's son rippled through Themyscira, it was like throwing a stone into a still pond—at first, just a few ripples, but soon, the entire island was caught up in the waves of conversation. The Amazons, usually so focused on their training, crafts, and governance, were suddenly abuzz with one topic: Diana's son.

In the training grounds, warriors paused their drills to discuss the shocking revelation. Some were curious, wondering how a man—a boy, even—would change the dynamics of their all-female society. Others were more apprehensive, recalling the traumas inflicted upon them by men in the outside world. These were the ones who, while they didn't hate men universally, preferred their lives on Themyscira to remain untouched by the presence of any male.

But then, there were those whose views were far more severe. These Amazons held onto a deep-seated hatred for all men, seeing them as the embodiment of everything wrong with the world beyond their shores—greed, deception, cruelty. And for them, the idea of a male heir, even one born of Diana, was nothing short of an abomination.

As the debate grew louder, more heated, it was only a matter of time before the news reached the ears of Aresia. Unlike the others, who were merely reacting to the sudden appearance of a male on Themyscira, Aresia's response was one of cold, calculated fury.

Aresia, the adoptive daughter of Hippolyta and the adoptive sister of Diana, had long harbored a deep hatred for men. Her past had been marred by the violence and betrayal of men, and it had shaped her into a woman who saw them as the root of all evil on Earth. Where others saw hope or neutrality, Aresia saw only corruption and destruction.

When the news finally reached her—brought to her by one of her loyal followers, who had heard it firsthand—Aresia's first reaction was a chilling silence. She stood alone in her private chamber, the marble walls echoing the distant sounds of the sea, as she processed what she had just been told.

"Diana… has a son?" she repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper, though it carried a weight that could crush mountains.

"Yes, sister," the Amazon confirmed, her voice trembling slightly as she gauged Aresia's mood. "Hermes himself brought the news. They say the boy is part demigod, like Diana. But… he is still a man."

Aresia's hands curled into fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms. The idea of her beloved sister, the embodiment of everything pure and strong, being associated with a male—let alone giving birth to one—was an affront to everything Aresia believed in.

"Where is he?" Aresia asked, her voice now cold and sharp, like a blade.

"In the palace, with the queen. They are… deciding what to do."

Aresia's eyes darkened, and for a moment, she was silent. Then, with a sudden, fierce determination, she turned and began to gather her weapons—her sword, her armor, her shield. If the Amazons were going to debate the boy's fate, then Aresia would make sure her voice was heard loud and clear.

"This… this thing must not be allowed to remain on Themyscira," Aresia declared, her voice filled with venom. "Men are a blight upon the Earth. They bring nothing but suffering and ruin. I will not allow our island—our sanctuary—to be tainted by one."

Her follower nodded, though the fear in her eyes was clear. "What will you do, sister?"

Aresia paused, her gaze hardening as she strapped her sword to her side. "I will do what must be done. If the queen will not rid us of this threat, then I will. For the sake of Themyscira… and for the world."

With that, Aresia strode out of her chamber, her resolve as unyielding as steel. The news had spread, the debates had begun, but Aresia had already made her decision. And in her heart, she knew there was only one way to ensure that Themyscira remained untainted by the presence of any man.

No matter who that man was.

—

In the grand hall of the palace, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Queen Hippolyta sat at the head of a long marble table, surrounded by her most trusted advisors. To her right stood her sister, General Antiope, arms crossed, her expression as sharp as the sword she always carried. To her left, Phillipus, the ever-loyal general and the Queen's chief counselor, sat with her brow furrowed in concern. Althea, the royal physician, watched quietly, her eyes betraying the worry she felt. Across from them, Melanippe, the Oracle and messenger for the Gods of Olympus, stood tall and regal, her eyes distant as if she was gazing into a world beyond this one.

The conversation was as serious as it could be, given the circumstances. The news that Diana, their beloved princess and champion, had a son—a son!—had shaken the island to its core. And now, they had gathered to discuss the implications of this revelation.

"The boy is of divine heritage," Melanippe said, her voice soft yet carrying the weight of prophecy. "His blood carries the essence of the Gods, just as Diana's does. He is not to be taken lightly."

Antiope grunted, her voice firm. "Divine or not, he is still a man. And you know as well as I do, sister, what that could mean for Themyscira."

Hippolyta remained silent for a moment, her gaze fixed on the table before her. Her mind was racing. She had known this day might come—Diana was not like other Amazons, after all. But to hear it confirmed, to know that her daughter had a son, was something she had not fully prepared herself for.

Phillipus reached out, placing a hand on Hippolyta's arm. "My Queen, we must decide what is to be done. The council is already divided. Some wish to welcome the boy, to see what he might bring to Themyscira. Others… well, you can imagine."

Hippolyta nodded slowly. "I know, Phillipus. I know all too well."

Before she could say more, the heavy doors of the hall burst open with a loud crash. All heads turned as Aresia stormed in, her face a mask of barely contained fury. The room seemed to grow colder with her presence, the light dimming as if in response to the dark storm brewing within her.

"Aresia," Hippolyta greeted her, though her tone carried a warning. "What is the meaning of this?"

Aresia's eyes blazed as she marched toward the table. "The meaning, Mother," she spat, the word dripping with disdain, "is that there is a man—a son of Diana, no less! And you sit here debating what to do, as if there's any choice in the matter."

Antiope straightened, her hand instinctively moving toward the hilt of her sword. "Watch your tone, Aresia. You speak to the Queen."

But Aresia was undeterred. "And what would you have me do, Antiope? Stand by while a man, a creature that has brought nothing but ruin to this world, is allowed to walk among us? To corrupt our land with his very presence?"

Phillipus rose to her feet, her voice calm yet firm. "Aresia, you know nothing of this child. He is Diana's blood—our princess. He deserves a chance to—"

"To what?" Aresia interrupted, her voice rising. "To live among us? To bring the same greed, the same cruelty that all men carry within them? I will not allow it!"

Melanippe, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up, her voice filled with a quiet authority. "Aresia, your fears are understandable, but you are mistaken. The boy is not here on Themyscira."

Aresia faltered, clearly caught off guard. "What?"

Melanippe's gaze was steady, almost serene. "Hermes brought us the news, yes, but Diana has yet to return. Her son is not here."

Aresia blinked, her anger wavering as confusion set in. "Then… where is he?"

"We do not know," Phillipus replied. "But wherever he is, it is not within our borders."

The revelation seemed to deflate Aresia's rage, but only slightly. "And you trust Hermes?" she asked, her voice still laced with suspicion.

Melanippe inclined her head. "I trust that the Gods have their reasons for informing us of this now. But we must not act rashly. The boy's fate—and Diana's—will unfold in time. We must be patient."

Aresia's eyes narrowed, the fire in them dimming to a simmer. "So, what then? We wait? And do nothing?"

Hippolyta finally stood, her presence commanding the room. "We prepare," she said, her voice resolute. "We will remain vigilant, and we will not act out of fear. But make no mistake, Aresia—Diana is my daughter, and that boy is my grandson. I will protect Themyscira, as I always have. But I will not harm them without cause."

For a moment, it seemed as though Aresia might argue, her hand twitching toward her sword. But then, with a visible effort, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the hall, the doors slamming shut behind her.

The silence that followed was heavy, the weight of Aresia's words hanging in the air.

"Do you think she will listen?" Phillipus asked quietly, her gaze still on the doors.

Hippolyta sighed, her shoulders heavy with the burden of leadership. "I do not know. But we must be prepared. Themyscira faces a challenge unlike any we have seen before. And how we handle it will determine the future of our people."

The others nodded, though the tension in the room remained. Decisions would have to be made, and soon. But for now, all they could do was wait—and hope that Aresia's anger would not lead to something far more dangerous.

—

So there I was, having what was turning into a surprisingly normal conversation with Diana about her childhood tales, when Hermes decided to crash our little chat. And by "crash," I mean he practically stormed in with all the subtlety of a marching band in a library. If there was a "Most Dramatic Entrance" award at the Olympus Oscars, Hermes would have it in his trophy case.

"Hello, mortals!" he bellowed, flinging his arms wide like he was the star of some grand performance. "Guess who's about to drop some serious cosmic tea?"

Diana gave him a look that could probably freeze lava. "Hermes, what do you want?"

Hermes leaned against the nearest console like he owned the place, which, knowing him, he probably thought he did. "Oh, nothing much. Just came to share some news that's going to shake up both Olympus and Themyscira."

I could feel my curiosity piquing. I'd read enough Greek mythology to know that when Hermes showed up with news, it usually meant trouble. "And what's this news?"

Hermes' grin could have been seen from space. "Oh, just that your existence has now been broadcasted to the divine realms. Olympus is buzzing, and Themyscira is in full panic mode. Turns out, you're officially a grandson of Zeus."

I blinked, feeling my brain try to wrap around this new information. "Wait, what?"

Diana's expression shifted from mildly annoyed to "I've got to deal with this" mode. "Hermes, you didn't."

"Oh, but I did!" Hermes replied, practically dancing with glee. "Hera's probably sharpening her thunderbolts as we speak, and the Amazons are re-evaluating their 'no men' policy."

I ran a hand through my hair, which felt like it was going to fall out of sheer disbelief. "So, I'm a target for both divine and Amazonian wrath now? Sounds like just another Tuesday in my life."

Hermes gave me a friendly thump on the back, which almost sent me flying. "Exactly! Hera's not exactly known for her warm and fuzzy feelings about Zeus' demigod children. And Themyscira? They're not thrilled about your arrival."

Diana shot Hermes a look that could have turned him into a pile of dust. "Hermes, you need to stop making trouble."

Hermes just smirked and looked completely unfazed. "I'm just delivering the news. The rest is up to the gods, the Amazons, and you two. I'll be here if you need more gossip or a divine favor."

With that, Hermes vanished in a swirl of divine light, leaving Diana and me to process the fresh wave of chaos. 

"Well," I said, taking a deep breath, "that's one way to start the day."

Diana placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll get through this. We always do."

I nodded, trying to keep my cool despite the whirlwind of new complications in my life. "Okay, let's tackle this like we will tackle everything else—together."

As the last traces of Hermes' dramatic exit faded, Diana and I faced the new mess we had to handle. With divine drama heating up and a lot more chaos on the horizon, we were in for one wild ride. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that facing trouble head-on with the right people by your side makes all the difference. And right now, that meant Diana and me against the world.

—

Diana strode into the Watchtower's main briefing room, her usual grace tempered by a serious urgency. The core members of the Justice League—Superman, Batman, Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), the Flash, Martian Manhunter, and Aquaman—were already gathered, discussing the latest developments in their ongoing battles for justice.

"Everyone," Diana began, her voice commanding immediate attention, "we have a situation."

Superman turned to her, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "What's happened?"

Diana took a deep breath. "Hermes, the messenger of the gods, just arrived with some significant news. It seems that Olympus and Themyscira are now aware of Harry's existence. As my son, he is technically the grandson of Zeus."

A murmur of surprise rippled through the room. Batman's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "And this is problematic because...?"

Diana nodded gravely. "Because Hera, Zeus's wife, has a notorious dislike for his demigod children. Her anger could lead to significant trouble. Additionally, Themyscira, while home to many who might be indifferent to men, includes factions like Aresia—who despises men and would see Harry as a threat."

The Flash's eyes widened. "So, things could get pretty chaotic."

"Exactly," Diana confirmed. "I need to go to Themyscira immediately to address the situation and try to contain the fallout. But I can't be in two places at once."

Superman stepped forward, his cape fluttering slightly. "We'll handle things here. You can count on us to look after Harry."

"Thank you," Diana said, her tone softening with gratitude. "Please ensure he's protected and comfortable while I'm dealing with this."

Green Lantern, his ring glowing faintly, nodded in agreement. "We've got this. What's the best way to keep him safe?"

Diana's gaze swept over the group. "Keep him informed and secure. Ensure that he knows he is under our protection and that we're here to support him."

Martian Manhunter's voice, calm and measured, added, "We'll make sure to be vigilant. If anything unusual occurs, we'll address it immediately."

Aquaman, his presence as commanding as ever, simply nodded. "I'll help coordinate our efforts."

The Flash, ever the optimist, grinned. "And I'll keep an eye out for any unexpected visitors."

Diana smiled, her resolve unwavering. "Thank you, all of you. I'll keep you updated from Themyscira."

With that, Diana headed to the teleportation platform, ready to face the storm brewing on her home island. The Justice League members exchanged determined looks, ready to fulfill their roles in keeping Harry safe while Diana tackled the divine drama awaiting her.

—

Diana materialized from the Zeta Tube with a crackle of energy, landing gracefully on the shores near Themyscira. The cool breeze ruffled her hair as she soared skyward, her red and gold armor gleaming in the sunlight. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on her shoulders. Her son—Harry—was not truly her son by birth, but a child of destiny shaped by extraordinary circumstances. Found on the brink of death and spliced with her own DNA, he had become her son by a mere twist of fate.

As Diana approached the palace, the sounds of heated debate grew louder. The majestic structure of the royal palace loomed ahead, and she landed softly on the marble steps. The grand hall was filled with Amazonian warriors and council members, all engaged in a fervent discussion about the startling news.

"The princess has a child! This defies everything we stand for!" one voice exclaimed, barely concealing the outrage.

"It's a challenge to our traditions, a disruption we can't ignore," another voice countered, filled with unease.

Diana stepped through the ornate doors of the royal palace, her regal presence commanding immediate attention. The hall, filled with the murmurs of Amazonian council members, fell silent as she approached the center where Queen Hippolyta, Antiope, Phillipus, Althea, and Melanippe were deep in discussion.

"Mother," Diana greeted, her voice steady despite the weight of her task. "Ladies, I come to address the concerns raised by Hermes' news."

Hippolyta's gaze softened as she took in her daughter's resolute stance. "Diana, you have returned. The Amazons are deeply troubled by the revelation."

"I understand," Diana said, raising her hand to calm the gathering. "But there are details that must be explained. Harry, the boy in question, is not of our world by birth, but he is linked to us in ways that go beyond mere coincidence."

Antiope's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "And just how is this child connected to us?"

Diana took a deep breath, preparing to unravel the complex story. "Harry was found on the brink of death, having leaped into something known as the Veil of Death. This event transported him from his original world to ours. He was discovered by Luthorcorp, who saw in him an opportunity for experimentation. They used his body as a vessel for their own dark ambitions."

A murmur rippled through the assembly. Diana continued, "In their twisted efforts, they spliced his DNA with mine. This was not done with any intention of creating a child, but the result was that he became my son in a technical sense."

Phillipus leaned forward, intrigued despite herself. "And what does this mean for us?"

"It means," Diana said, "that while Harry is not my biological child in the traditional sense, he is the product of my DNA and has been brought into our world under extraordinary circumstances. His existence is a result of a convergence of fate and experimentation rather than anything of our making."

Althea, always practical, raised a hand. "What about the child's role? What does he represent for our people?"

Diana's expression softened. "Harry is a link to a broader world, one that faces challenges far beyond our own. His presence here is a reflection of the interconnectedness of our fates. He is not merely a child of my blood but also a symbol of the extraordinary intersections that define our reality."

Melanippe, the oracle, spoke up. "The omens regarding this child are indeed mixed. There are signs of both great conflict and potential unity."

Diana nodded, acknowledging the weight of Melanippe's words. "That is why I seek your support. We must address this matter with both wisdom and compassion. Harry's arrival is a challenge to our traditions, but it is also an opportunity to show our strength and grace."

Antiope's stern expression softened slightly. "If we are to accept this child, we must ensure that it aligns with our values and ideals."

Diana's gaze was unwavering. "I believe it does. By accepting Harry, we embrace the complexities of our world and affirm our strength in adapting to new realities."

With a heavy sigh, Hippolyta stood and addressed the council. "Let us consider Diana's words carefully. We must balance our traditions with the demands of our changing world."

As the council members began to discuss Diana's revelations, she knew the path ahead would be challenging. Yet, she remained resolute, determined to protect her son and guide her people through the turbulence of change.

—

I was still reeling from the news about my new and technically complicated family tree when I stumbled into a green-skinned teenage Martian in the Watchtower. She was cheerfully humming a tune that sounded like it had been pulled straight from a sitcom—something called "Hello, Megan!"

"Hello, Megan!" she chirped, flashing a grin that could only be described as full-on Martian sunshine. 

I blinked, trying to make sense of the scene. "Uh, hey there. I'm Harry. Did I miss the memo about this being a musical?"

The Martian—who had red eyes and a shirt with the same "Hello, Megan!" slogan—laughed, clearly used to this reaction. "No memo needed! I'm Miss Martian, but you can call me Megan. I'm a big fan of that show. It's got this amazing mix of adventure and comedy. You know, a bit like life here on the Watchtower, but with fewer explosions and more laugh tracks."

"Sounds like a plan," I said, attempting to get my head around everything that was happening. "I could use a laugh right now. Everything's been a bit... intense lately."

Megan nodded, her expression sympathetic. "I hear you. Sometimes, even superheroes need a break. That's why I binge-watch 'Hello, Megan!' It's a great way to unwind. Plus, it has some pretty hilarious characters. Not that we have any of those here..."

"Right," I said, trying not to laugh. "I'm still adjusting to the whole superhero thing. Any advice on how to handle it?"

Megan's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "Just roll with it! And remember, if you need a distraction from the high-stakes hero drama, 'Hello, Megan!' is always there for you. I'm basically an expert on the show, so if you want recommendations, just ask."

I grinned, feeling a bit better. "I think I'll take you up on that. At least it sounds like a good escape from all the hero business."

Megan gave me a thumbs-up. "Awesome! I'm sure you'll love it. And don't worry, you'll find your way around here. If nothing else, you've got me to help you navigate the craziness."

As she bounced off, I couldn't help but smile. With friends like Megan around, maybe I could survive this chaotic new world after all. And who knows? Maybe a few episodes of "Hello, Megan!" were exactly what I needed to keep my sanity intact.

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