The forth little piggy

She had been sleeping. The sun was annoyingly warm this time of day, so she had retired to the shade of a nearby tree to sleep through the afternoon heat. Or that was what the plan had been until the island had let her know about the new presence. The Amazons were nothing new, they always had left a few on the island as a precaution, and after their initial venturing into the thick forests of the interior, they usually did not trouble the beasts on the island. The mistress was gone and her creations ran wild. But this new presence? It was different. She growled upon sensing the power it held.

She stalked the intruder, watching her from a distance, not quite understanding why she was here, but inherently knowing it was not for a good reason. The Amazons proved to be no trouble for her, as the woman quickly turned one into a squealing pig. That right there caused her to pause, but not due to the magic used. Instead it was because she had not eaten for a few days and the promise of and easy meal was terribly tempting. A small meal, yes, but she had always liked pork. When the woman and the pig entered the building, the promise of food disappeared, replaced with the fear of what that building held. Bad memories. Bad past lives. Something she was trying to avoid in order to live. That was why the Amazons were here. They wanted to kill her or bring her to their warrior queen so that worse torture could be accomplished. That was why she had to hide, to stay away.

But the renewed squealing of a pig and the sounds of a fight overcame her fear and she crept cautious into the former palace. Being cautious meant that she missed most of the second battle, but the woman, in her anger, kicked the pig and sent it flying. It landed only a a leap or two away. Hunger and opportunity driving her, she pounced on the animal, claws digging into its flesh as her powerful jaws bit down and snapped its neck with a single jerk. While the carcass was still warm, she began to feast. She should have dragged it away to safety; a smarter and less hungry lioness would have done just that, but she was not in a mood to be thinking. The other woman would have to find another pig to eat somewhere else, a point that the former sorceress Circe emphasized by growling and baring her teeth as the woman approached.

"Pig is on my island. Pig is mine," the lioness growled in response to the woman. She did not care if the woman was hungry or not. "You find food elsewhere." But, at the mention of her name, the lioness stopped eating and looked at the woman, a mix of realization and remembrance dawning in her eyes. "My name. How do you know it?" It had been a while since Circe had talked to anyone, having hidden on her island in the form of a lioness for so many years, so perhaps she wasn't being the best conversationalist. But then again, talking to a lion never got you anywhere quickly or easily. The woman was here to find something, that much was obvious, and, having seen what she could do with her magic, Circe doubted roaring and displaying her claws and teeth would do much of anything.

Moving a small distance from the carcass, she gave her face and paws a quick washing before stretching and shifting forms. It was a slow process, as if she were using an ability that had atrophied over the years. Or perhaps, she wanted to get every detail of her human form correct. Bones shifted, fur disappeared, and muscles and organs realigned themselves to allow the sorceress to stand and walk upright. Circe stood there in the nude for a quiet moment, as if waiting for Wonder Woman to come slamming through the roof of the palace and finish her off in one swift motion. When that didn't happen, she looked over at her guest, eyes still giving her the glare of a lioness whose territory had been invaded.

"Who… who are you? Why are you here?" Her words came slowly and precisely, having not spoken out loud for years. "What are you looking for on my island?" she asked.

It wasn't just mortals that were sent to this other earth, it was gods to most other gods didn't seem to care all that much about what was going on with this earth like always they were to focus on themselves. Except for one the current Sky-Mother better known to everyone else as Athena, she didn't like at all what she had seen of the Greek gods of this earth and she was going to do something about it Zeus was no where to be found, she didn't know why but she knew he wasn't there nor was his power among any of the other gods so he was still alive somewhere. Instead, she went after her counterpart and her brother because he couldn't stay out of it. The three of them waged war against one another the Sky-Mother would have had the upper hand had she used Zeus' powers, but she didn't they did this the old fashion way without powers because Ares mostly lacked them and her twin never got the chance to use any of her's.

The three of them were locked in combat for days, maybe even weeks none of them knew for sure they were too busy to stop and check a Calender to see how long it had been. Sometime during the battle their powers started to clash acting on their own the three appeared in different places but never stopping their fight. They eventually ended up on Aeaea in front of Circe and her unwanted guest Baba. Finally breaking free the Sky-Mother knocked Ares away to deal with her dark haired twin who leaped into the air at her twin who swung upwards a sword appearing in her hand at the last second impaling the dark haired Athena in the chest, pulling the sword out Sky-Mother threw it at Ares in mid-air it changed into a spear that hit the god of war in the stomach pinning him to the wall. "You're far too weak to survive this Ares." She said as she walked over, grabbing the spear she pushed it in deeper keeping it there until he died before pulling it out of him. The dark haired Athena tried to crawl away only to get the spear in her head. She wasn't a fan of doing this to herself but it had to be done even if it made her look horrible to those around her.

"Which isn't a whole hell of a lot is it? You have rubble and spider webs look how rich you are." she replied to the rude goddess "You just haven't found the right woman yet." No, she wasn't suggesting anything between them Circe was far too.... Annoying to put it nicely, but then again gods are annoying aren't they? Always thinking they're so much better than everyone else Baba found it more annoying that even with losing everything Circe still thought she was better than her.

Baba followed Circe's gaze to the dead warrior woman as she tried to put the puzzle together and figure out who her guest really was. She figured it out a lot faster than she had thought Circe would. "The curse of having white hair in the part of the world where everyone is drunk on vodka they think your old. But then again the stories of you weren't all that great either were they?" Most of the story about her was wrong except for the hut with chicken feet that was real along with the bone wall. And she did set traps for the people who were foolish enough to enter her hut.

That would be hard she didn't really know what it looked like other then it was gold and had a jewel in the middle and actually a key to a prison but she did know what part of it looked like. She had found a drawing of one of the three pieces of the amulet she just didn't know what the whole thing looked like. "Diana enjoy's my cooking." Baba managed to get out just before the ceiling caved in. Unlike Circe Baba didn't leave, she just moved back out of the way, giving the battling gods room to fight. She'd teleport out of there if she really needed to, but she was going to stay and watch.

The Sky-Mother ignored Circe's order to leave her island as she used her magic on the dead war goddess, while Baba made her way over to Circe and poked her in the arm just hard enough to get Circe to stop talking and to look her way. "That is Athena your yelling at." She used her magic to create an image of one of the Guardians of the Universe "These small blue people used their powers to open a gateway from this earth to another earth pulling people from there to here in order to deal with Kal. My guess she's that earth's Athena and not too happy with what our Athena was doing." Why else would she kill the two war gods? Just when she had finished a large brown owl flew in landing on the blonde's shoulder its head turned to watch the two women. Athena stood up which put her a few feet taller than the other Athena or roughly seven feet. "Your friend is right Circe I am Athena of the other earth and Sky-Mother to that Olympus. My counterpart seems to have lost her way while the Zeus of this world had disappeared. This Superman won't have the Amazons backing him anymore, they will be punished as well as Diana."

Athena walked towards the front door as the bodies of the other gods disappeared "The gods of this world have grown cold and uncaring. This will change." she stood outside looking at the sky Baba looked up as well seeing something or someone getting closer. It's a bird! No, it's a plane! No, it's a pissed off Diana! The woman flew down towards Athena about to slam into her until she slammed into some unseen force that knocked her out. "Like a bug hitting a windshield." Baba snorted, trying not to laugh but was failing. Athena wasn't surprised that Diana came after her. During their long battle the three war gods had appeared and disappeared all over the place Diana probably saw them fighting at one point and found a way to track them here to Circe's home.

"One of these day's I bet you'll regret saying that." weird things tend to happen to people of magic you never know what will happen or who you'd actually fall in love with. "Besides, you have magic you can change....things..." Hopefully she didn't have to spell that out because Circe seemed like a very smart woman. "They can be very annoying at times and useful the rest of the time." their fear of her meant most people left her alone those that ignored the stories hunted her down and ended up her dinner.

She didn't have a drawing, but she did have part of the amulet so she pulled it out, "It would look like this." she said as she held the piece up for her to see. It wasn't all that fancy it was gold had text on it that was very, very old and a spot in the middle to hold something but you couldn't really tell because the other half was missing along with whatever fit in the middle.

"It wasn't me who killed Zeus, his own actions brought about his death and Hera being as greedy as she was trying to kill me but ended up getting killed herself. I took the throne once I was freed from my stone prison." She thought about what Circe had said before bending down and picking up Diana a hand around her neck. "You were made by the gods the same one's you corrupted. This was not what you were made to become." With that Athena used her powers to turn Diana into stone her clothes changing as her body did. "Go and stop your sisters, I will deal with them soon enough." the now stone Diana did as she was told before flying off.

What Athena had in mind for the Amazons wouldn't be able to avoid the children instead she used her powers to summon those that were blood related to Circe. Two people showed up one who looked to be around 15 another was much older and taller with long red hair who looked rather shocked. Kaileena looked around, spotting the Circe of this world someone she didn't know Athena and...."Hippolyta?!?" she looked rather strange no she wasn't surprised that she was so young but it was more the way she was dressed she looked like an Amazon.

Hippolyta looked around. A moment ago she had been heading for the training grounds after wishing her mother good hunting. An imposter claiming to be the goddess Athena had been battling both the true goddess of wisdom and the former god of war. Why she would pick a fight with her much weakened godly father, Hippolyta did not know, but once Diana had found out their battle had had stopped in one area longer than the usual few minutes, the Amazonian Queen had left to deal with the heretic. Perhaps she would bring Hippolyta back a trophy. The young woman waited for the day she would begin to display her own proper set trophies, rather than just the skins, antlers, and horns of fallen beasts.

Clad in Amazonian armor, the next thing she knew, Hippolyta was on a foreign island, surrounded by other women which included the false god and one she had not seen in years. Rage bubbled up inside her as she locked eyes without he woman who birthed her, the woman who wanted, years ago, to destroy her mother. Thankfully, or perhaps not, the person next to the young warrior drew her attention by uttering her name. She did not know her, but due to the fact that she appeared aligned with the two traitors, Hippolyta immediately suspected a trap. She would not be taken so easily. Thinking fast, she used all of her godly strength to slam her elbow into the redhead's side, drive her heel down hard on the arch of her foot, and summon a double-headed axe into her hands, of which she slammed the butt of its handle into the underside of her chin, snapping her head back sharply.

Not stopping and not wanting to give her enemies any advantage, Hippolyta hurled the axe at the imposter goddess in a strong, overhead throw, and used her momentum to dive into a roll, popping up with bow and arrow in hand, and loosing two shafts within seconds, one at the white haired witch and the other at Circe.

What, could this witch tell the future? Did she know something Circe didn't? Because from the way she was talking, Baba was clearly giving the idea that she did. That was something that annoyed Circe. If she was supposed to end up with a woman, that was something fate would decide, but as of right now, there were no females in her life. Certainly, not the present company she was keeping.

"I had the power of the gods within me when I turned Diana back to clay," Circe stated, wanting to feel all powerful. Old habits died hard, especially when it involved posturing off against other gods, particularly those she had a bad history with. Yes, her Athena was dead and gone, but for the time being, the blonde one was an easy substitute.

She should have acted, done something to stop her daughter when she first attacked, yet all Circe did was stand there and watch as Lyta attacked the redhead and made an effort to go after everyone else. Were it not for Baba's magic, the arrow would have struck the sorceress, but she doubted she would have felt the impact, she was so entranced by the look of anger and rage on her child's face. The expression hurt her deeply. Only when Lyta was taken down did she finally react, running over to her fallen child who laid gasping in the dirt. Putting her head in her lap, Circe magically bound her wrists together before looking up at the strange woman. "You called her sister and by her name, but you are not an Amazon. None would dress like you. And you are not a child of Ares." Naturally, that left only one option, but Circe knew all of her other children had passed away long ago. They took after their fathers, and though they were extraordinarily long-lived, they were all mortal. She did not want to ask the question that was waiting on her tongue, already knowing what the answer would be, so instead she looked back at her child. "Thank you…. for stopping her."