The twin moons of Olympus Prime cast their silver light across the Sacred Grove, where ancient stones rose like sentinels from meadows that pulsed with bioluminescent life. Countless stars wheeled overhead, their light filtering through the planet's enchanted atmosphere in ribbons of azure and gold.

Around the Mirror Lake, where waters blessed by a thousand cycles of celestial magic lapped gently at crystalline shores, the Council of Cosmic Avatars gathered in their traditional circle. Their ceremonial armor – a fusion of beskar steel and divine aegis – gleamed under the starlight.

High Lord Zeus, his eagle visage fierce beneath his mythril helm, paced the shore. Each step left momentary impressions of lightning in the soft grass. "We cannot permit the heir to House Amun-Ra to dwell among the mortals of New York Colony," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of thunder. "The daughter of our houses must take her place among the stars."

Bastet, her feline features adorned with glyphs that floated and shifted like constellations around her crown, reclined against an ancient hyperspace wayfinder stone. Her modern beskar pauldrons bore the sigil of the Mythic Concordat, yet her posture held all the casual grace of her feline nature.

"Times have changed, Zeus," she said, her voice a purr that carried ancient wisdom. "She is more than just our daughter – she is a Mandalorian queen, trained in both the ancient ways and the new. The warriors of New York Colony follow her not because of her divine blood, but because of her strength."

Zeus's eagle eyes flashed with stellar fire. "The prophecy speaks—"

"The prophecy speaks of a bridge between worlds," Bastet interrupted, rising with fluid grace. "And what better bridge than a warrior queen who walks between the cosmic realms of old and the steel canyons of the new? Our daughter carries both the ancient magic and the way of the Mandalore in her veins."

The bioluminescent grass dimmed around them, responding to the tension in the air. In the distance, a Pride of sphinx fighters roared across the star-field, their wings leaving trails of cosmic fire in their wake.

"She bears the blood of the gods," Zeus rumbled, "yet chooses to dwell in towers of durasteel and neon."

Bastet's smile carried millennia of secrets. "Perhaps that is exactly why the ancient prophecies chose her, my love. The galaxy changes. Even gods must adapt – or fade into cosmic dust."

The sacred waters of Mirror Lake rippled, reflecting not just the stars above, but the gleaming spires of New York Colony on distant Earth Prime, where their daughter led her people – a queen of two realms, guardian of both the ancient ways and the path to the future.