The scene played over and over in her head until thinks went dark. 

How had it happened? How could it have happened? When her sisters came rushing in to warn her of the sudden invaders, Diana was quick to respond. The sounds of steel clashing with steel entered her ears, prefacing the reality of the situation before her own eyes confirmed it for herself. Themyscira had suffered many a threat over the years, and still it stood a proud nation, an enduring example of strength and family. The Amazons that made the island their home were a strong, proud people and Diana the ideal among them. And yet as she crested one of the hills and looked down at the battlefield below...what she saw was not years of Amazonion tradition and martial training repelling an invading force...what she saw was nothing short of a massacre. 

The shadowy figures wielded bladed weapons and and tonics in flasks and yet even as her sisters clashed their blades with the invaders and seemed to drive them back...it was not enough. The shadowy assailants struck back, breaking their tonics or grazing the sides of an Amazon and without fail those who stood in the path were handily defeated. It was as if the Amazons had given up, their swords too heavy to carry, the fire in their eyes dimmed. 

Diana could not bear to see such a sight and took up arms herself as she had whenever her aid was needed. Her training carried her forward, her instincts formulated a plan of attack, her strength saw her sword arm swing swiftly...and yet it would all amount to nothing. Diana entered the fray, knocking a pair of the figures aside while clashing her blade with another's. The odds were stacked against her, but when were they never? But this time the odds would not work out in her favor. Despite fighting back, disarming and disabling her share of the figures, she felt a sharp, sudden pain in her side and felt the warm splash of blood sting at her skin. She didn't look. She couldn't look. She had to keep going even as another pain slashed through her. 

And suddenly her hands felt weak. Her sword was a burden and her feet heavy. Her weapons fell to the ground in a deafened clatter; her head throbbed as the strength seemed to leave her body. But she couldn't give up...she wouldn't...her feet, though heavy, were still able to move...Another burst of pain and then everything went dark. 

The next thing she heard was the sound of her own name. Slowly Diana opened her eyes and saw not Themyscira but a bright room and the concerned face of one she considered to be her closest ally. A hospital, it had to be...her will to fight on must've carried her some distance...and Clark no doubt took care of the final leg of her journey.

"Clark," Diana said as she came to, her voice returning slowly. "Is this...Metropolis? I have to...I have to return..." She had not forgotten what brought her here. She doubted she ever could.