It's been a few weeks since generally any of those in the war have been seen. The gods have all gathered together and discussed their plan of action towards generation three. Simply they've grown to agree the third generation must get to know the last two generations. Not become tainted and unusable like the last two.

Now, a few weeks after as said earlier. The new students of generation three are sitting in the auditorium, the gods standing before them on a stage. All on their holy entities before Artemis spoke. Her eyes were cold.

"Welcome, Generation 3." She started. "I know you're all well aware about the most recent war none of you partook on. The New Era War. But since you're all still new to this life, we've gathered the remaining of generation two and six of the Legends." She turned to the side of the stage.

Six people stepped out first, all seeming like they should still be in the medical ward. "These are The Legends. Generation One survivors."

"They'll introduce themselves to you."

A male turned to face the students while painfully holding a hand to his chest. He had cold golden eyes and barely kept auburn strawberry blond hair. "Brian Mythic LulaPaw, Son of Zeus, Greek Demigod, Generation One."

A female turned to face the students before giving a slight bow. Her navy green hair pulled back into a low ponytail. "Sheldon Sharks, Daughter of Saturn, Roman Demigod, Generation One."

Another male sighed as he closed his eyes and looked at the crowd. Turning before giving his nod. "Randy Adashi LulaSert, Son of Loki, Norse Demigod, Generation One."

The female rolled her shoulders as she was the final and gave a small smile as she gave a nod. A wave as well. "Mitten Ni Kirikat, Daughter of Ma'at, Egyptian Demigod, Generation One."

A male who held a fierce aura, as you could tell from the slight flickering blue flames on him turned to the crowd. Rolling his eyes at the sight of them seemingly. "Michael Star, Son of Hephasteus, Greek Demigod, Generation One." Of course the Estonian Prince was annoyed. He had to be here again.

A female stepped out after with a heavy blank look on her face as she turned to the crowd. Her eyes and expression devoid or any emotion whatsoever as she looked at them. "Salvokia Wolf Fielnx, Daughter of Odin, Norse Demigod, Generation One."

Artemis didn't turn away however.

Allowing more students to step out from there. "These are The originals."

A male with large wings seemed to sit in a wheel chair begrudgingly. His wings suspended to not drag and were heavily bandaged near his back along with ice there and a healing aura. "Mibko Tea Shimzou, Son of Hades, Greek Demigod, Generation One, Joined Generation Two."

A female who didn't even look like she wished to be there. She turned to the crowd, she had plenty of bandages on her. Even if one if her eyes were covered she held intensity. "Alyssa Saiprasert, Daughter of Ares, Greek Demigod, Generation One, Joined Generation Two."

A male who was shaking stood there as he took a breath. He opened his mouth to speak before closing it, regarding Alyssa to speak now. "Astrology 'A' Ruby Listerine Black, Son of Aphrodite, Generation One, Joined Generation Two." He only nodded.

Next someone else followed and stared at the students. Their usual stoic facade flickering badly. Looked like they had been crying a lot recently. "Libran Astro Cross, Child of Persephone, Generation One, Joined Generation Two." They wiped their hands on their pants with their bottom lip quivering as they looked at the gods.

"Please kill me."

A girl, clearly tiny, winced after pulling her hair into a ponytail. She sat down next to the winged male and leaned her head on his shoulder very gently, finding his hand with he uninjured one. "I love you," she whispered to him. Then, louder; "Rhea Navida Levant, Daughter of Apollo, Greek Demigod, Generation Two."

A male with hot pink and black wings pushed his hair off his forehead, cheeks flushed pink with sweat sticking to his skin. He was nervous, and tired, and really didn't want to be here. Not at all. "Zane Brendon Black, Son of Hades, Greek Demigod, Generation Two."

A tired looking man stepped up on the stage, a weak smile just on the verge of a frown was directed to the crowd. He looked stiff, distressed, dead. The many bandages that covered his showing skin could only tell a small part of the story. "Jonas Herlem, Son of Ares, Greek Demigod, Generation Two."

A small female, wearing a pink cast on her arm, two casts on her fingers, and brightly colored bandages littered on her legs and face wobbled up. Her hair was a bit messy as it appeared as if it was cut shorter a little on one side. "Vinnette Leigh Tesla, Daughter of Aphrodite, Greek Demigod, Generation Two."

Artemis sighed and kept her cold eyes.

"If you have any questions for them please raise your hand, and when you are chosen say the person's name you are asking to. After the questions the Legends and originals say they have something to show you all." She gave her nod and backed down.

The gods are needed to be present and watching the ceremony. And I want NO one. Absolutely NO one to mess this up. I've planned this for so long. You will just ask questions and when it is over are you free to do what you please. Understand?

I worked really hard on this.
Thank you for joining especially.