The following story is a spinoff of my other story, Riverdale's Supergirl. s/11596561/1/Riverdale-s-Supergirl
If you are confused I would highly recommend reading it first.
Chapter 1
Cheryl Blossom stepped off the plane onto the runway of Raratonga International Airport. The small island of Raratonga was the largest of the islands that made up the Cook Islands. She along with the rest of the small group of passengers from the plane made their way to the airport's terminal where they went through customs. Cheryl patiently waited her turn.
"What is the purpose of your visit?" the customs officer asked her without looking up.
"Business," Cheryl replied.
The customs officer looked up and was surprised. It wasn't every day that he saw a girl that looked like Cheryl; tall, busty with long red hair and almost flawless porcelain skin.
"I uh… passport," he stammered.
Cheryl handed him her passport. He looked it over before stamping it. He was so enamoured simply by the sight of her that he didn't even bother checking her suitcase, not that she had anything illegal.
"Enjoy your stay on Raratonga," he said.
Cheryl just gave him a small coy smile before taking her passport back and continuing on. She made her way through the terminal out to the front where there were taxis waiting.
"Which hotel are you staying at Miss?" the driver asked her as she climbed into the back.
"None of them; take me to the harbour," Cheryl replied.
"The harbour?" the driver asked confused.
"I'm looking to acquire a boat," Cheryl explained.
"A boat what for?" the driver inquired.
"That's not really your concern is it?" Cheryl retorted annoyed at all the questions.
"I guess not," the driver said somewhat offended as he turned around and began driving.
As Cheryl sat in the back taking in the scenery of the small South Pacific Island she reflected upon just what had brought her here. It had all started with her twin brother Jason's death. He had been trying to save the life of his girlfriend Betty Cooper. However it had turned out that Betty didn't need saving as she was actually a bulletproof alien.
However Betty wasn't about to let Jason die in vain, and she had done a lot to help stop the person responsible for Jason's death, Midge Klump. Midge had been Cheryl's best friend at one point, but a silly dispute between the two had led to them becoming enemies. Then Midge had gained the power to make men literally do whatever she said, thanks to an experiment by her father. Midge had quickly become corrupt with the power she now had and used it to deadly effect, trying to kill Cheryl multiple times.
The last attempt had been the most deadly one as Midge had used both a nuclear bomb and a boy named Ambrose who had grown into a giant muscle bounded freak thanks to a separate experiment that let him absorb electricity. But Betty had managed to thwart Midge, but Midge had managed to escape. Cheryl couldn't help but feel somewhat useless seeing what Betty could do, or their friend Barry who was the fastest man alive. Cheryl had felt rather helpless as Midge had taken her as well as her family hostage, but Barry and Betty had saved her.
There were two reasons that had brought her here to Raratonga. First Cheryl wanted to have a way to protect herself against Midge trying to kill her again, but second she wanted to honour the memory of her brother Jason by becoming a hero like Betty. She'd scoured the world looking for some way to become a hero. Sure becoming like Betty wasn't possible; Betty was an alien from some planet called Krypton. But Barry was a human so getting powers was possible; however he'd gained his powers from some kind of accident involving being struck by lightning. Replicating that seemed next to impossible since Barry didn't know all the details himself. But she'd seen multiple normal people gain powers so it was possible, she just had to figure out how.
Cheryl had been intrigued though by the heroes of Greek mythology. Most of their spectacular feats were assumed to simply be just that, myths. But Cheryl wondered if there was perhaps some truth in some of it. She had travelled to Greece and done a great deal of research and stumbled across one rather interesting story.
Back in the times of Ancient Greece a band of women called the Amazons had lived on their own away from men. These women were capable warriors in their own right. However as the Greek Empire expanded under Alexander the Great the Amazons were about to be overrun. They had beseeched Hera, the Queen of the Gods to grant them territory safe from the expansion of Alexander. When Alexander's army had invaded the Amazons' territory they found it completely empty and they couldn't find any sign of the Amazons.
Cheryl had come across an interesting little story when searching a library in Athens which suggested that just before Alexander's army had moved in on them Hera had granted their requested and transported them to the other side of the world to a place called Paradise Island that was protected from men. That would put them somewhere south of the Cook Islands if it was taken literally. Cheryl figured that if the legend were true the she needed to find the Island herself, and since she couldn't fly a plane that would require a boat and that was why she had come here to the Cook Islands.
The cab driver dropped her off at the harbour. Cheryl paid him and then walked down the row of ships.
"Hey pretty lady," one man called at her. "What you doin' down here?"
"I'm looking to buy an ocean going vessel," Cheryl replied. "Know where I can find one?"
"Sure there be lots of ships here, but none quite like mine," he said.
"Is it for sale?" Cheryl asked.
"No," he replied a little surprised by the question.
"Then I'll pass," Cheryl said as she continued on.
She thought she heard the man curse her but she didn't really care. She walked down the pier looking at the ships, stopping at one that caught her eye. It wasn't a particularly large vessel, only about 68 feet long and it was clearly designed for fishing by the equipment on it. It could definitely use a bit of paint but otherwise it looked seaworthy. Cheryl looked around to see if there was anybody on the boat.
"Hey you checking out my ship?" somebody called from behind.
Cheryl turned around to see a tall, tanned and toned man. He had wavy dark brown hair that fell all over the place. Perhaps in different circumstances Cheryl might have been looking to flirt with him, but today she was all business.
"This is your ship?" she asked.
"She's a little worn but still works good," the man replied.
"I'll buy it from you," Cheryl said.
"It's not for sale…" he said.
"I'll pay cash," Cheryl said. "I've got $200,000 dollars, US."
The man's eyes went wide.
"What's a girl like you doing with money like that trying to get a boat like mine?" he asked curiously.
"Do you want to take the deal or not?" Cheryl retorted keeping an even tone.
The man considered for a moment.
"If you're looking to do some fishing…" he said.
"I'm not," Cheryl cut him off. "I just need a boat."
"Alright fine," the man agreed.
Cheryl opened up her bag which was the only thing she had with her and began pulling out stacks of bills until she had $200,000.
"Where did you get that?" he asked suspiciously.
"Trust fund from my parents," Cheryl replied nonchalantly. "Can you make sure that it's fully fuelled for me? I'll be back in an hour."
She turned and walked away confident the man would still be there when she returned. In her travels she'd found that men often hung around to wait for her.
Cheryl returned an hour later having purchased supplies that she would need for her trip. She found that the man had done just as she had asked and had fuelled up the boat and ready it for travel.
"Just where are you going?" he asked her as she loaded her things onto the boat.
"That's not your concern," Cheryl replied.
"Are you sure you don't want me to come? Have you ever gone sailing alone before?" he asked.
"No and no," Cheryl answered. "But this is something I have to do alone. Does this ship have GPS?"
"Well yeah…" the man replied.
"Then that's all I need," Cheryl said as she climbed onto the boat. "Mind helping me cast off?"
The man looked at her a little surprised for a moment before nodded and running to untie the lines. Cheryl made her way into the cabin and started the ships engine. She watched as the man finished untying the boat and then slowly pushed the throttle forwards and steered the boat away and out to sea.
The boat wasn't very fast, but it had enough fuel that it could remain at sea for nearly a year and half without refuelling and it had a water maker that could make 3 tons of water a day which was more than she would need. Cheryl figured she'd run out of food before running out of fuel or water; barring some kind of mechanical breakdown. If that happened she might be screwed, but that was a risk she was willing to take.
She set a course to the south, setting in a set of co-ordinates that were the exact opposite side of the world from Greece. If the legends were true this was where she would find Paradise Island.
It was slow going, the boat could only travel about 200 miles in a day and she calculated that it would take at least 4 and a half days to reach her destination. The first day was rough as Cheryl battled seasickness, but by the second day she was feeling better as she had gained her proverbial sea legs.
By the third day Cheryl was sitting out on the bow as the ship slowly chugged along looking out at the vast open sea. It was hard to believe that the Cheryl of not even half a year ago would be capable of even thinking of doing this. Cheryl was proud of how much she had changed in such a short time; she thought about what her twin brother Jason would have thought. He probably would have been proud of her too. But as much as she had done, as far as she'd come both geographically and personally it wasn't enough. She needed to become a hero.
It was late in the afternoon on the fifth day when Cheryl spotted the island on the horizon. Maps of the area, satellite images, photos from the International Space Station; none of them showed anything in this area of the globe. Yet as Cheryl drew closer there was no mistaking that this was an island and a fairly large one at that, and it was exactly at the coordinates that Cheryl had suspected.
Cheryl brought the boat to halt about a mile offshore. It was starting to get dark and she didn't want to land on the island in darkness; she didn't know if the Amazons still inhabited the Island nearly 2500 years later or not. But if they did then she didn't want to risk being ambushed by them.
Cheryl was sound asleep on one of the ships small bunks as two female figures silently climbed aboard. The two of them quietly searched the boat looking for its crew, they were surprised when all they found was Cheryl fast asleep.
One of them said something to the other which woke Cheryl with a start. She sat up and quickly turned on the nearby light and was surprised to see two women on board. The two of them were tall and tanned and physically fit, the shorter one about 5'9" the other about 6'0". They both wore outfits made of brown leather and they were dripping wet. The shorter one had long wavy reddish-brown hair that fell just past her shoulders and hazel coloured eyes while the taller one had a thick mane of straight black hair that nearly reached her waist.
"What the, who are you?" Cheryl asked.
The shorter woman asked a question of the taller one and the taller one then responded. Both of them spoke a language that Cheryl didn't quite recognize but it sounded similar to Greek, but as though it was some strange dialect. Cheryl had picked up quite a bit of Greek in her travels but she wasn't quite fluent in it. It then dawned on Cheryl that if these were the descendants of the Amazons of Greece then they quite possibly still spoke the old Greek from over two thousand years ago. She doubted they could understand her English since that language hadn't come into existence till a thousand years after they had disappeared. But perhaps they might understand Modern Greek which Cheryl had become fairly proficient with from her time in Greece.
[Is this Paradise Island?] Cheryl asked in her almost fluent Greek.
[She speaks Greek!] the shorter one exclaimed.
[Why have you come here?] the taller one asked.
Cheryl hesitated, not sure exactly how to respond.
[I want to be a hero,] Cheryl finally said.
The shorter one laughed.
[Ha, she wants to be a hero,] the shorter one said.
[She was able to find the island, that means she has the heart of an Amazon,] the taller one said not finding it funny at all, [And if she has the heart of an Amazon then she can be a hero.]
[What should we do with her?] the shorter one asked.
[We take her to see Queen Hippolyta,] the taller one replied.
[Queen Hippolyta?] Cheryl asked. [As in the same Queen Hippolyta who faced Hercules?]
The two women both looked at her in surprise.
[You know the tale?] the shorter one asked.
[Well it's a legend,] Cheryl replied.
[Our Queen is not the same Hippolyta,] the taller one said. [This is Queen Hippolyta the twenty-first.]
Cheryl had a lot of questions, but she figured they could wait.
[How do you move this vessel?] the shorter one asked. [There are no oars or sails.]
[Let me show you,] Cheryl answered.
Cheryl walked past them to the ship's controls. She slowly pushed the throttle forward taking the boat closer to shore. The two Amazons looked around in surprise.
[What sorcery is this?] the shorter one exclaimed.
Cheryl wasn't sure how to explain a motor to them, instead she just continued steering the boat towards shore. As she got nearer she turned on the ships depth finder, the last thing she wanted to do was end up beaching the boat and being stranded on the island. However all of a sudden the boat came to a jerking halt as it ran aground on a sand bar.
"Damn it," Cheryl cursed.
[What happened?] the taller one asked.
[We ran aground the boat is stuck,] Cheryl replied.
[That is fine we are close enough to swim,] the taller one said, then paused before asking, [You can swim, yes?]
[I can swim,] Cheryl replied.
[Then follow us,] the taller one said.
The two Amazons walked to the edge of the boat before jumping into the water. Cheryl hesitated for a moment and then realized that this is what she had come here for. Perhaps it wasn't going quite how she expected, but she wasn't about to let Jason, Betty or herself down by not seeing this through. With a renewed sense of purpose she leapt into the water and began swimming after the two Amazons as they made their way to shore.