Westside Titanomachy

<h1> <strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>When I quit my gig as a fortune teller to become Oracle I should've known there'd be strings attached. Olympic-sized strings.</strong></h1><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>After Apollo freed the Titans from Tartarus we waited for his next move. And waited. And waited...</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(80 0 80 1)>The days turned into weeks weeks turned into months months turned into years.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(80 0 80 1)>However we didn't sit around twiddling our thumbs. We trained. The Supernatural Council of the Americas met. We coordinated with ISEA to prepare without alarming the mundanes. Bringing mundane attention therefore belief and the power that yields to Apollo was the last thing we wanted to do.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(80 0 80 1)>Finally the Moirai aka the Fates summoned me and showed me the possible future if I didn't act before Apollo did. I'm going to be honest. It didn't look good for anyone except him. I had to challenge him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>After </span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>much </em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>deliberation I came up with a plan. It was simple really. Olympians loved games. The ultimate competition set up in the former prison known simply as the Vault. There will be no way to cheat; the place was sentient.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(80 0 80 1)>The prize was so sweet that no one can resist it not even Apollo. The prize? Dominion over Earth.</span></p>