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"-na!" "Diana!" The young girl jumped as a hand grabbed her shoulder. Black hair flying every which way as she scrambled for the sharp rock she had just used to start the fire. Her young slender hand closed upon it before a heartbeat had passed and turned around to face her attacker. Or rather her mother, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. And she didn't look particularity happy. Opps. "Mother." Diana said trying to hide the rock from her mother's eagle like eyes. "Diana." He mother responded flatly. Diana dared a small smile. There was only the two of them this evening. All guards had been dismissed from the young Princess and they were far enough from home that no one was within shouting distance. The only life around them wasn't human. Therefore the only one who made her mother frown so was herself. "I got the fire going." She offered. He mother had told her to do so before going to gather more wood. "Indeed daughter." Still with the same flat tone. "I don't understand why I'm wrong!" Diana had insisted. He mother said nothing and she deflated even more. She had messed up a lesson today that had everyone hanging their heads and sighing. Even her younger sister. Diana still didn't see how she was wrong. If an enemy attacked was it wrong to stop them? Their creed wasn't: Roll over and die. When the young girl had pointed it out, that was when the sighing began. "You're the best warrior on Themyscira. No one can match you. If fighting is so wrong then why do we do it?" Diana continued. "I don't understand." This time she said it with less force and more watery. Her mother embraced her in a strong hug. "It's not fighting that's wrong my heart. It's the reason behind it. Most people fight out of anger or hate, but why do we fight?" "For our Sisters?" Diana questioned, her voice muffled by her mother's robes. "Yes. And?" Her mother prompted. "To please the Gods?" At that her mother laughed and released her daughter. "Never to the death little one. Only Ares wants that and he is blinded by War. Our gift to the Gods are games, not true fights." Diana worried her lower lip as she stared into the fire, nearly pouting. "I don't know." She finally answered. "To show a better way." Hippolyta said as she looked down at her daughter. "Show them why peace is preferable." "Even if they're trying to kill you?" Diana questioned back. Her mother chuckled. "Even then. We must try our hardest with bad people. Though remember, you cannot win a battle you might have avoided." The dream shifted as suddenly as it began and Diana found herself aged to her natural age of eighteen. Her long limbs extended in the air as she floated over Paradise Island. Her mother's words spoke so long ago echoed around her. "Then why do we live here? Away from Men and their world? Didn't the Goddess charge us with sharing our way of life?" Diana asked, though her words had no sound. "Because it is what they need." A golden voice said from behind her. Diana tried to turn, though the air had no purchase with which to do so. But as with all dreams she wasn't terribly alarmed. "However it is not what you need." Diana found herself drifting up from her homeland and higher into the sky. "What lands are to the West?" The voice asked. "North and South America." Diana answered without thinking. "And which one interests you more?" Diana had no quick answer for the voice. As they reached a height that made Themyscira look like a small green ink blot, the ground began to turn into the east and a new land mass became visible. "And where are we now?" The voice queried. Diana studied the lights as the world dimmed. "The United States of America." Diana pointed northwards. "And there is Canada." "Do you know this city?" The land moved suddenly closer. Diana hesitated and pictured all the maps her teachers and drilled her on. "New York?" The voice was silent, but she got the acute feeling she had been wrong. Then the land changed again. "This place?" "I don't know." Again and again happened until Diana felt more frustrated than anything else. "What do you need? The voice insisted before the dream spiraled away. The Princess awoke to the first rays of light peaking into her room. She groaned, grabbed a pillow and shoved it over her head. She felt like she hadn't slept at all. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the dream she had had, but it slipped away like sea water cupped in her hands. Whatever her dream had been, it wasn't a good one if it made her feel this way. "Sister." A very familiar girlish voice called before a lank body jumped on her bed. "Donna." Diana lowered her pillow, succumbing to fate that she would get no more sleep. "What are you doing here?" "Because." The younger girl sang. "It's your Eighteenth Birthday!" With Donna's urging Diana got out of bed and into her warrior costume. It consisted of a short blue leather skirt, shield, leather top and a cape. She didn't put of her helm just yet. Today she would face her mother in battle and if she was successful she would earn her second bracer. At which point she'd become a warrior. A small smile spread across her face. She heard Donna whoop as her little sister noticed. "Come on, Mayfly." Diana said grabbing her bouncing sister with one hand, hauling her down the wide, spacious, airy hallway. The blue sky was wide overhead. She inhaled the pure air, today was her last day as a child.

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