The multiverse trembled the moment she cried for the first time.
On a quiet, forgotten world nestled between dying stars and silent galaxies, a child was born with a light in her soul that defied the laws of creation itself. Her name was Hope—a simple name for a power the gods had never foreseen.
Innocent. Fragile. Laughing like any other ten-year-old. And yet, within her small frame pulsed the Energy of Gods—a force so absolute it could tear apart fate, reverse the course of time, and unravel entire realities with a mere thought.
She did not know what she was.Not yet.
But the gods knew. Oh, they knew.
From Olympus, Zeus stirred, his storm-scarred hands gripping his throne as visions of shattered timelines and undone destinies flickered in his mind. In Asgard, Odin gazed into the Well of Urd, his one good eye darkening with dread as he saw the girl who could end Yggdrasil itself. On Apokolips, Darkseid smiled for the first time in an eon, the fire-pits roaring in anticipation of a war to come. And deep in the realms of chaos, Trigon whispered a promise: "Bring me the girl, and I will devour eternity."
The gods, once proud and distant, now stirred with hunger and fear. They called her many things—The Child of Ruin. The Spark Eternal. The Living Rewrite.
But not one of them called her a child.
To them, Hope was a weapon.A key to reshaping the divine order.A threat to their thrones.And above all, a prize.
The skies darkened across dimensions as the divine prepared to march. Armies of heaven, legions of the damned, forgotten titans, and newborn gods readied for a conflict that would span realities.
The Pantheon War had begun.
Far beyond the reach of gods, in a realm untouched by mortal history, something ancient stirred. A being unseen by most pantheons, older than time's first breath—Theonix.
Neither god nor demon. Neither light nor shadow. A being of balance. Of silence. Of purpose.
He did not speak often. But now, he whispered.
"She must be protected."
And with those words, Theonix tore through the boundaries of multiverse and myth, reaching into another world. A world where a boy had become a man too soon. A world where heroes still rose from nothing and dared to challenge gods.
He reached for Sarive.
Sarive awoke mid-dream, his heart pounding like a war drum. His glowing eyes—pale blue like twin galaxies—snapped open as visions flooded his mind: fire raining across planets, gods screaming in desperation, a girl with golden light pouring from her hands, crying out for someone—him.
Sweat clung to his skin as he sat up in bed, muscles taut, breath heavy. A strange silence filled the room, too still, too thick with presence.
Then came a voice—deep, eternal.
"You have been chosen, Sarive. Not for who you were… but for who you must become."
He barely had time to stand before a rift opened before him, shimmering with gold and black flame. Through it stepped a woman clad in white armor traced with gold and shadow—a warrior, radiant and unyielding.
Diana Prince. Wonder Woman.Her glowing blue eyes met his. And for a moment, the world fell away.
"Come with me," she said, her voice calm and fierce."The multiverse needs you. A child needs you. And if we fail—everything dies."
Elsewhere…
Hope sat on a crumbling pillar of light in a ruined dimension, swinging her legs and humming a song no one remembered. Her dark curls caught in the wind as her golden eyes blinked up at the stars—some real, some not.
She didn't know where she was. But she wasn't afraid.
Because in the center of her chest, she could feel it—a warmth, pulsing like a heartbeat.
Someone was coming. Someone strong.Someone kind.
She smiled.
"I knew he'd find me."
And far beyond, in a throne room carved from broken time, a shadow moved. His voice was soft as rot, deep as despair:
"Let the hunt begin."