It could only be accessed after the three sisters died andthen returned. Mona’s words echoed in her mind:The three of us were bound by a powerful enchantment that kept us locked in our mortal bodies. Only upon death can our true powers be freed.
The Titans wanted to stop them from reuniting. With Trivia brought back from death, nothing was stopping them from joining their powers… except the space separating them.
Trivia tried to push up with her arms, but all it achieved was more excruciating pain.Dammit! She couldn’t move.She couldn’t get to Mona.
Healing powers,she thought.I did it before. I can do it again.Her arm trembling, Trivia lifted a hand and summoned her power. A feeble white glow resonated from her palm. She drew more, picturing her mental construct, thinking of those shimmering waters…
“Come on,” she urged. Heat burned in her hand as she brought it to her chest, pressing down. She urged more power into her own body, willing it to heal her, to knit her skin and bones back together. “Heal!” she commanded.
Warmth flooded her body, but it was fleeting. It flared, then diminished, as if that one singular burst was all the strength she had.
She groaned, dropping her arm by her side. Then, she froze. Her ankle still throbbed, but… her wounds were no longer bleeding. She lifted her head tentatively.
No pain. She was weak, butsomeof her wounds had been healed.
She could work with this.
“Are you still alive?” Trivia called, pretending she was toowounded to do anything but tease Atlas. “Or did my cutting words finally end your pitiful existence?”
She managed to climb on all fours. Panting, she used her good leg to boost herself upright. She tested the weight on her injured leg, then immediately buckled.
No. That wouldn’t do.
But if she had one good leg, then she could limp. Or at least hop.
She couldmove. This was progress.
“Sol, where are you?” Trivia whispered, her throat burning with emotions she didn’t want to think about. He had to be nearby. Surely he was just unconscious. Atlas must have knocked him out. That was all. He would rise soon.
She kept telling herself this, unwilling to consider the alternative.
“If the other Titans arereallystill alive,” Trivia said loudly, shuffling forward, hobbling on her good leg. “Then, how many of you are left? It can’t be more than two, right?”
One for her, one for Prue and Mona, who were likely together. The perfect distractions, keeping the three sisters apart.
It was a brilliant plan. Atlas was so massive that it would be easy for him to serve as a literal barrier between the sisters.
But if Trivia could inch past him… He was blind, after all.
She just had to do it as quietly as possible.
Atlas said nothing, and Trivia huffed a laugh. “I’m right, aren’t I? It’s just two of you!”
“Wrong,” hissed a voice. It wasn’t Atlas.
Several figures appeared through the mist, making Trivia go still, her insides twisting with dread.
No,she thought in horror.No, it can’t be this many…
A lion’s head appeared first, teeth bared and eyes dark with rage. It inched closer, followed by… agoat?
Trivia sucked in a sharp breath. This was a chimera. Part lion, part goat, and part serpent.
Becauseof coursethe Titans would summon a chimera.
Except…
Trivia squinted, making outfourheads in the mist. The lion prowled closer, and another head appeared—the serpent. Then the third, which was the goat.
