A little conversation and a punch in the face.

Time seemed to have stopped. Nobody was moving, and then the Fate materialized in front of us. 'I think we should do some little tests before destroying you. And as for that drivel about my sister being destroyed, well, we can see our own futures, and we are never beaten.'

'Wait, before you leave us to, I don't know, observe us or something, can you tell us a bit more about all this?' Precog said, facing her confidently. 'I mean, it's not like we can do anything about it, and I know that you must decide to kill me off, because I've seen my death, so you might as well tell me about it all now.'

He ignored our looks of horror and stared hard at her face, and she gave a little chuckle. 'Ah, I was always proud of you, we did a good job there. One of the simpler powers, but such confidence, and put to such good use....very well. As I know Damian told you, I am one of three sisters, and we control the entire universe, as we were the first three to be granted abilities. And such powers. I warp reality, with more ease than any other you have seen. One of my sisters, the one Dragon claims to have defeated, can manipulate fate, and guide people's lives, make certain people meet, make events more or less likely to happen, and if need be, cut a path short, ending that life. My other sister has incredibly strong Thought Form Projection, meaning she can create anything through thought, including abilities. She can summon lightning, or a jet of flame, not just objects, you get the idea.'
'Damian said you were all warpers'
'He didn't stick around long enough to find out, did he?'
'You mentioned a brother?'
'Yes. Once, a millennium or two ago, we were tired of being the only ones like us in the universe. We wanted someone like us that we could teach our ways to, that would look up to us, and learn from us, so we created a brother. He was just as we wanted him to be for a while, but he rebelled against us and fled, out into the world we had created, and made the purpose of his life to destroy everything we had made. We have not spoken to him since, though we see what he's been up to whenever he gains too much power to hide from us.'
'He's not called Howard is he? Or Morto?'
'We never gave him a name, it wasn't important, we just referred to our brother as HIM.'
'Oh.OH. You mean-?!'
'Yes, he is who you and Tempest worked with his cousin's and Dragon to defeat a few years ago. For that, we have decided to test the eight of you before coming to a decision on your lives.'

She vanished after that, and time started up. People turned to stare at us, and Doolittle walked over and conversed with a stall holder for a few seconds. He seemed puzzled by her, but seemed to talk politely. 'We're in Athens, in about 380 BC' she said cheerily when she got back.
'Huh, really, that's about the right time and place for- Doolittle, you know how I'm doing Philosophy at college?'
'How could any of us forget, you won't stop being rude about all the dead people that think we're stupid, especially that Plato one.'
'Speaking of which, he should be around here somewhere, could you ask if he's about?'
She frowned, and shrugged. She asked the stall holder, who pointed at a group of men reclining on marble benches in a sort of temple area, a posh roof held by pillars, with a flat, open space underneath. Everyone followed me up to the group and Doolittle found at which one was Plato.

'This' I said, in english, pulling back a fist. 'Is for me having to read about you insulting the human race for a whole year.' and I punched him squarely in the chest, causing him to let out a loud cry and fall of his bench. He lay on the floor, looking up at me and wheezing.

'I've wanted to do that for almost two years now' I said, grinning widely. 'Bring on the challenge of the fates!'

I then noticed the envelope. It had my name on it, and clearly din't belong in ancient greece. It was halfway down the stairs to the area we were in. I remembered Dragon throwing something into the ripple with us. I also noticed a group of advancing Greeks. Things were about to get even more awkward.