The S.S. Olympus | Do you trust the monsters? Or the Men?

She was supposed to become a wife. Instead, she became a witness. Her contract was never one she would survive. Not when her betrothed did not see women. He saw possessions, and she was the one he had yet to break. There was only one way out: distance. She could do distance. She could run.  That was the entire plan. Cornelia raced through the dark wilds of Rome armed with a stick, a scroll, and a rock when she found herself facing a beast of fire, three heads, and very long claws.  A chimera. That is how they found her. Bloodied, broken, and roaring back at a beast named Typhra. Apollo fell for her beauty and stayed for her spirit, only to discover a friend, a sister, and a new way to bait Hades. Artemis, the security officer, identified the bruises, admired the audacity, and promptly decided Cornelia belonged to her crew. Hercules, android by design and guardian by nature, would earn legends of impossible strength one selfless act at a time. And Hades? Hades, the engineer, needed to understand why a woman wreathed in flowers could look death in the eye and not run.  His belladonna did not accept the world as others did. She observed. She questioned. She laughed. She fought back. Like a weed forcing its way through stone, Cornelia infiltrated the crew of the Olympus with purpose. She spread joy, shared knowledge, and stood between them and a world that thrived on fear and power. One day they would become gods. Their assets would become monsters of legend. Their triumphs, failures, and personalities would become ancient myths. And history would forget the witness and remember her instead as Kore. Welcome, Crewman 17, to the S.S. Olympus.