"We are the Amazons, killers of men. Only the feeble-headed try their luck with us."
― Anne Fortier, The Lost Sisterhood

Chapter 1

Lance McLain gathered her short brown locks unto a small ponytail before she looked both ways to see if anyone had followed her. The streets were empty of her guards, only a few women were still out buying food from the market place and Lance let out a relieved sigh.

Good.

She'd lost her guards then. Her mother would be furious with her but twenty-four hour watch on her was grating on her nerves. Sometimes being a princess sucked. She was just lucky her mother actually allowed her to be trained with the other women, otherwise she'd go crazy with all the meetings that she had to sit through with her mother on a daily basis.

She was supposed to attend another meeting with her mother in another ten minutes to discuss the matters of the recent Galra attack that had occurred just a few days ago but she was just so tired of the non-stop arguing. The meeting would go on for quite a while anyway. Most of the women wanted to retaliate but her mother, the queen, would argue that they should leave the Galra Empire alone.

Lance snorted as she started making her way out of the market place to take the path that led to the forest, which would take her to her secret cave by the ocean. The attack hadn't lasted very long; she and the rest of the Amazonians had taken down the small fleet of Galra in a matter of minutes. Lance was honestly disappointed, she'd only had to punch them once and they would go down.

Once they'd taken them captive they began the interrogation. According to one of the captive men, they had been ordered to make the Amazonians declare their allegiance to Lord Zarkon or face death.

It hadn't been the first time the Galra had attacked their small planet Cloyetera. The planet was small and was inhabited by women only so the Galra had assumed they could easily overtake them. They were wrong.

The first time they'd appeared, they'd only sent about five Galra in battle cruisers to make them submit. They managed to set one of their temples on fire before the she and the rest of the Amazonians were on them. The Galra had not survived the battle.

The second time the Galra had attacked, they'd come with masked people wearing long brown robes that concealed most of their bodies and could use their quintessence to strike. Those had been tricky, they had the ability to teleport and they moved fast.

The battle lasted a little longer than the first fight but in the end the Amazonians had been victorious. Lance smiled at the shocked expressions the Druids and the Galra had shown when the Amazonians had summoned lightning bolts from their hands to strike back. Everyone always looked down on them because they were women but seeing their shocked expressions when an Amazonian beat them always brought a smile to her face.

The attack from a few days ago had been the sixth time the Galra attacked; she could very well understand why most of the women there wanted to retaliate but she also knew that there weren't many Amazonians to take on the Galra Empire by themselves. Thus, it only brought more arguing during the council meetings.

Lance glanced at the tallest building in the center of the city where one of the screes was displaying the recent attack from the Galra with a warning at the bottom informing everyone to be on their toes in case of another attack.

The other screens attached to smaller buildings were displaying news from other planets on how they were faring against the Galra to news from Cloyetera where they were having a sale on face cream.

Lance stopped paying attention to the news and started making her way through the marketplace. She mindlessly pulled her ponytail to cover the half of her face in an attempt to conceal her identity and picked up her pace.

One of the Amazonians glanced her way when she passed and furrowed her delicate blond eyebrows at her.

Cesti, she recalled. The woman may look delicate with her baby face and rosy cheeks but she knew how to throw a punch. Lance knew, she'd been on the receiving end of them more times than she could count. Not only that but just like the rest of the Amazonians, she was almost seven feet tall.

Lance was only 5'4 (probably inherited from her father) but she used her small size to her advantage and was landing more punches than receiving them lately.

Cesti glanced around Lance and frowned when she noticed she was alone. As the blond Amazonian began to open her mouth (probably to ask her about her missing guards) Lance put a finger to her mouth and Cesti hesitated.

Lance put her hands as if in prayer and sent her a pleading look. Cesti narrowed her green eyes at her and Lance pulled out the big guns a.k.a the puppy eyes and Cesti's eye twitched before she finally finally let out a sigh of defeat and made a shooing motion for her to go.

Lance's blue eyes gleaned and she smiled before she dashed away and entered the forest.

The way to her secret cave was a bit of a trek, but she'd been using this path since she was ten and knew it like the back of her hand. Normally she would take Nyx, her griffin, along with her but the poor thing was probably too tired after the Galra attack from a few days ago.

Oh well. Perhaps she'll ask one of the Mer to give her a few fish for Nyx later.

Speaking of the Mer…they would probably be attending the meeting through live stream since they couldn't leave their underwater city deep in the ocean. This was their planet too; they would want to discuss what to do about the Galra as well.

Up ahead she could see the firebirds flying along and chirping to each other. A mild breeze kissed her face and she knew she was close.

Lance left behind the rolling green land surrounded in high trees and emerged upon the sandy path leading to the ocean. She took a few steps forward before spreading her arms wide and breathing in deep.

She always loved the smell of the ocean, it reminded her of her time back on earth in Cuba at the Verdugo beach where she had spent some time with her father and five brothers. Thinking about her other family back on earth always made her melancholy.

According to her mom, she had crashed on earth more than forty years ago before her father found her and nursed her back to health. Her mother had been suspicious of him, she didn't trust males, but he won her heart with all his little jokes and sarcastic attitude.

Back then her mother hadn't been queen yet and so she remained on earth for at least ten years and gave birth to five beautiful boys and one girl before she finally repaired her ship and was ordered to come back home.

Lance only spent two years on Earth before her mother decided to go back home. Since no males were allowed back on Cloyetera, Lance and her mother had been forced to leave the rest of their family on Earth.

They did visit every few years though but she still missed them terribly.

From then on, Lance was put to train with the rest of the Amazonians, and even though she was half human she was by far the strongest among them. Sure she was the smallest among the rest but she had inherited all of her mothers powers along with a few of her own.

She could easily breath underwater, she had telekinesis, she could summon lightning from her fingertips and she had the ability to heal. Training with the Amazons had sharpened her shooting and combat skills as well so she was pretty bad as if she said so herself.

Finally reaching her cave, she turned back before pushing a few leaves to block the entrance and made her way inside. With a wave of her hand she turned on the light and gazed at her secret hideout.

The cave only consisted of a small bed, a red couch, her tablet and a few snack bars in case she got hungry. With nothing better to do, Lance made her way over to the bed, took of her boots and promptly fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She awoke with a jolt hours later to a feeling of wrongness and hurriedly made her way out the cave before she let out a curse. The sun was already gone and the moon was out; her mother was going to be pissed.

She'd left late in the afternoon everyone must be sleeping by now. Yup, her mom was going to be pissed.

Oh quiznack.

A flashing light caught her attention from the corner of her eye and she whipped her head upwards to see something falling from the sky. Lance narrowed her blue eyes; was it another Galra ship?

No…Galra battle cruisers were usually black and purple. This seemed different.

Lance squinted her eyes as the thing began to fall faster; was that…a lion?

As the unidentified object got closer, Lance could finally see the thing clearly. It was a lion. A giant red robot lion, but a lion nonetheless. As the giant robot crashed in the center of the ocean she was knocked off her feet from the sheer force of it.

Lance quickly shot to her feet and at the sight of the red lion beginning to sink, her instincts kicked in and before she knew it she had dived in to the freezing ocean and hurriedly made her way to the robot to see if anyone needed help.

Lance focused her mind and stilled the red lion from sinking as she made her way to the lion's mouth. She had to be quick; this thing was too big for her to keep still for a period of time.

"Hello?" she yelled as she banged the red lions head. "Anyone in there?"

No answer.

She could swear the red lion was watching her though. Freaky.

"Hello?" she tried again.

For a while there was absolute silence, but then she heard the low moan of pain and she smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of there okay? Just hold on!"

Lance put a foot on the lions mouth and lifted herself up, she was pretty sure that the door was around here somewhere.

"Come on, open up! Where's that darn door?"

The lion began to start sinking again and Lance forced her mind to focus on keeping it still, she was dimly aware of the beat of sweat running down her cheek at the sheer concentration it was taking her to keep the lion from sinking. If she could just find that door…

As if sensing her thoughts, the red lions lit up and started to extend its mouth until a door finally opened and she let out a relieved smile.

Glancing up at the lion, she shouted her thanks and dove right in to the cockpit. She could have sworn she heard the thing purr in her mind but she was probably just imagining things.

The lights were on, but dim. Probably running on backup power. It was when Lance was scanning the small compartment that she noticed the slouched figure. The pilot was slumped in the pilot's chair and Lance quickly made her way over.

Upon closer inspection she noticed that the pilot was wearing a white and red armor, the helmet was cracked and one of the hands was bended at a weird angle. Probably broken she surmised. Lance slid between the pilot seat and the side console before she lightly crouched and placed her hands on either side of the pilots face to peer closer at the face underneath the helmet.

A second later her eyes widened. The pilot…was a male.

Males weren't allowed in Cloyetera! Lance bit her lip and peered closer.

Black hair that she was pretty sure was a mullet. She'd seen it on TV back on earth. He had fairly thick eyebrows, and uneven-cut bangs that were swept to the left of his face. If it weren't for the blood dripping from his temple and the split lip and forming bruise on his cheek, Lance would say he was attractive.

She blinked.

Okay, whom was she kidding? The guy was damn handsome but this was no time to be ogling him, she had to get him out of here and hide him from the rest of the Amazons or they'd probably try to kill him.

Decision made, Lance began to unstrap him before slumping him over her shoulder. With that done she quickly made her way outside, her blue eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of the Amazons. With any luck, the rest hadn't noticed the red lions fall.

Satisfied that no one was around, Lance let go of her hold of the red lion so she could hover over to her cave. She looked back once at the sinking red lion and frowned.

"Sorry, I'll get you out later. I need to take care of this guy first."

She didn't know why she was speaking to a robot but felt like she needed to say the words. There was another bout of purring in her head and she whipped her head back once more to the red lion but it had already sunk.

Frowning, she reached her cave and started making her way inside before she gently placed the male on her bed. With a wave of her hands the lights turned on and she turned back to the injured guy. For a minute she just stared at him in hesitation before nodding to herself.

She could do this. All she had to do was heal his injuries.

Letting out a loose breath, Lance brought her hands up and hovered them on the guy's head before slowly making a descent down to his toes.

Okay, the guy definitely had a concussion, a broken hand, three cracked ribs and some slight internal bleeding. Not too bad.

She tightened her ponytail once more before placing her caramel colored skinned hands over his chest and concentrated. A green light emerged from her hands as she focused on healing the worst of the injuries first.

Satisfied that the internal bleeding was taken care of, Lance took another deep breath and focused on the rest of the injuries.

Twenty minutes later she put her aching hands down and wiped at her brow. Done. It looked like the guy was going to make it after all.

Lance slowly got to her feet before placing her hands on the guys helmet before she slowly pried it off.

Oh.

She blinked.

Now that male was no longer in immediate danger, she found that she actually had time to admire him. He was certainly handsome she thought wryly.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, she pulled his bangs out of his face and gazed down at her work. His split lip was no longer split, his broken arm was no longer broken, the bruise on his cheek was gone and she had wiped away the blood from his temple.

She'd done a good job if she said so herself.

Another thing she noticed about him was that he was human. He certainly smelled human, but there was another scent to him that she couldn't quite catch.

She shrugged.

Now all she had to do was wait for him to wake up before she could send him on his way.

But first…she made a face at the bloodied armor the guy was wearing and decided that she didn't want her bed any more bloodied than it already was and so she began to slowly remove his armor until he was left in only a black t-shirt and black pants.

There. Much better.

Lance got to her feet and immediately held on to the couch next to her before she could fall on her face.

Woah.

Maybe she'd used more power than she thought. Her stomach suddenly let out a growl and she frowned.

"Guess I'm hungry," she mumbled quietly as she made her way to one of the granola bars that were stashed somewhere in this room.

A quiet moan caught her attention and she immediately ran back to the male in her bed and hovered anxiously over his face as he started to come to.

Blue-grey eyes met her own before the guys eyes widened in alarm and he threw a wild punch, which she easily caught.

"W-what?" the male stuttered as he looked around in alarm, "W-where the hell am I?" he threw another punch in her direction and she caught his punch again before he narrowed his eyes at her in anger, "Who the hell are you?!"

Lance tilted her head. "Your savior."