She was born outside the story.Outside the lattice of fate.Outside the reach of gods.
And now, the multiverse was beginning to realize…
It was no longer in control.
The Cosmic Council Convenes
In a plane where time bent like cloth and stars whispered secrets into the void, they gathered.
The Cosmic Council.
Ten beings, each representing a force older than creation:
Destiny, hooded and blind, reading from a book with no end.
Ecliptix, the Celestial Balance, neither god nor devil.
Chronalis, Time's First Child, forged before the ticking of clocks.
U'Varn, Lord of the Final Equation.
Lords of Order and Chaos, sharing one seat and eternally at odds.
The Source's Herald, wrapped in pure white flame.
Aethra, the Dreamer who made the first multiverse by accident.
And lastly… Sil, a childlike being with eyes older than black holes.
They sat not on thrones, but within concepts—each surrounded by the essence of their truth.
Before them hovered an image: a glowing girl of ten, eyes silver and blue, standing next to a defiant Sarive.
"The child is Unwritten," said U'Varn. "She is neither bound by fate nor consequence."
"She is dangerous," hissed Chaos. "She can erase gods with thought."
"She is hope," whispered Aethra. "A chance to become more than design."
"She is an error," muttered Destiny, turning a page that wasn't there.
"She must be ended," Chronalis stated. "Before They awaken."
The Council voted.
The result was silence.
No decision.
"Then we leave it," said Ecliptix. "To the one who walks with her."
"Sarive," whispered the Source's Herald. "Let him decide the future."
On Themyscira – Diana's Stand
The island still burned.
Mnagor had summoned ancient beasts from the sea—leviathans born of forgotten Titanblood.
Diana's white-and-gold armor was cracked. Her sword gone. Her fists bled as she fought.
But she did not break.
"You will not take her," she said again and again.
With each word, she hurled gods into the sea.
And finally, from above, descended Athena, radiant and unreadable.
"Enough."
Mnagor froze. The sky quieted. Even the waves obeyed.
"Diana," Athena said. "This war is no longer about honor. It is about control."
Diana narrowed her eyes.
"And you're trying to take it."
Athena didn't deny it.
"The gods fall next. One child ends us all. Would you protect her still?"
Diana raised her chin.
"Always."
In the House Between Realities
Hope sat alone in silence, watching her hands spark and swirl with starfire.
Sarive sat beside her.
"They'll come for me," she said.
"I know."
"You'll have to fight people you care about."
"I know."
"I'm scared," she whispered.
Sarive didn't lie.
"Me too."
Then he smiled, soft and strong.
"But you're not alone. Not now. Not ever."
Power Awakens
Hope's body suddenly arched—her power pulsing like a newborn sun.
Images danced around her: cities she hadn't seen, languages she hadn't learned, fates not yet forged.
She felt every version of herself across the multiverse.
Some were monsters. Some were miracles.
But one—one—was missing.
A blank space.
And she realized...
That one was her true self. The version she hadn't become yet. The version still choosing.
Her voice echoed through the layers of existence:
"I won't be your prophecy."
Reality flinched.
The Source Trembles
Far beyond creation, in the heart of all things, the Source Wall cracked slightly. Not from damage.
From anticipation.
A voice, deep and ancient, murmured:
"She is waking."
And something older than gods…
...began to stir.