Welcome to the DC FanficVerse, otherwise known as DCFV. This is a series of stories I plan on writing to try and replicate the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) within DC's universe - so you have all the individual hero-stories before the big one (Justice League).
This is the first in this series. I have 8 more planned, with plots fully prepared and each one ties into another one. There'll be a few DC references in between, so with all said and done, enjoy the 1st story - Wonder Woman.
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Hippolyte groaned, feeling a sense of haziness as thick as the smoke that quickly entered her lungs. She coughed, hacking away at the remains of her dignity, trying as hard as she could to remember, if anything, what had happened moments before. She could hear her people crying, and the sound of chains - then, the sound of hinges creaking, and her sight was gifted with an Olympian man.
"I see you are finally coming to your senses, my Queen!" The man bellowed, grinning from ear to ear. He pulled his hand back, allowing it to strike Hippolyte across the face. "Good!"
The slap was all she needed. This man was Heracles - bastard son of Zeus and a mortal. He who believed in the power of men; that men should rule all - nay, even women - and as Hippolyte tried to retaliate, she found herself bound to the wall by chains and balls and metal collars, completely immovable at her current strength.
Hippolyte took a glance at the bars of her apparent cell, staring at the clouds of smoke that had slipped through the bars. Had Heracles burned their village, ravaging their bodies as hers had been? Was this their punishment for betraying Athena, to have their pride stripped and be treated like the wild dogs of the land?
Heracles let out a low, loud, yet menacing laugh. "How stupid you have been!" he cried. "Did you truly believe I would be your ally? No woman is Heracles' equal!"
Heracles grabbed at the chains, lifting them up and throwing them around as if they were a feeble rope. "And no woman withholds herself from Heracles' embrace - even if she must be readied by drugs and chain!"
Hippolyta remembered. The potion. The night. Defeating Heracles in battle, only for him to surrender. It was all a trick. And she - the mighty Amazonian Queen - fell for it.
Heracles grabbed at her waist, undoing the golden girdle that had been lavishly engraved with Athena's blessing. "This girdle I take as a prize - a symbol of my conquest!" Heracles yelled triumphantly. "How dearly I would like to break you further, to see you beg and plead!
"Alas," he sighed, shaking his head as he dropped the chain. It clattered to the ground, the noise echoing across the darkened stone walls. "Eurystheus' madness leads me on! I leave for Troy tonight."
Hippolyta stared at him, feeling a lone salty tear gently drip down her cheek, as Heracles turned around, with her prized girdle hanging loosely on his shoulder. "Farewell, Amazon Queen! It has been most…," he paused, turning around to grab onto the door with a firm hand, "…amusing!" Finally, the conversation at an end, he pulled the door to a close. From her place in the darkness, she could hear his heavy footsteps slowly fade away.
With the enemy gone and reality of the situation catching up to her, Hippolyta let out a choked sob, freely allowing tears to form and drop from her battle-worn face. Her chains clanged against the ground as she curled up in a ball, letting her white cloth-dress become stained and wet. "Goddess of Olympus!" she cried. "I beg you, forgive me! I have failed you!"
"No, daughter," a voice answered calmly from the darkness. Out of shock she whipped her head upwards, her blurry eyes allowing her to just only capture the signs of a face, engulfed in a yellow light. "You have betrayed only yourself."
Hippolyte pulled herself up and pushed herself against the wall. While she couldn't quite capture the figure, she recognised the voice almost instantly as Athena. "Examine yourself, Hippolyte – examine your race." Athena explained. "Once, the Amazons dreamed of leading mankind!
"But you chose to withdraw from humanity, to ignore the purpose for which you were created, and you grew bitter and corrupt. Have you forgotten the source of your power?" Athena asked. "Have you forgotten the example you were to set?"
"Please, Athena!" Hippolyte pleaded, brushing black bangs of hair out of her tear-stained eyes. "Free me! I yearn to take revenge upon this… Heracles!"
"Bloody vengeance is not the answer, daughter!" Athena argued. "It is time for you to cleanse your soul; to rededicate yourself to that which Gaea gave you! Only then shall you be free!
"Look upon my face, Hippolyte! See there the truth of what I say! Then, as I leave you, bathe in the light of my wisdom!" Athena exclaimed.
In the midst of Hippolyte's praying, an Olympian guard happened to come across her cell, which had been bathed in a light as bright as the sun, unlike the moonlight which had been there moments before. He grunted in confusion, pulling the door open.
"You, Amazon!" the guard cried. "What blasphemous trickery are you –" the guard's outburst was cut short when he noticed Hippolyte's new attire – gone was her ruined dress, replaced with the clay of nudity that she had been born as. "By the gods!" he cried out of surprise.
"Greetings, brother." Hippolyte responded, as calm as Athena had been. "This is what you desire, is it not?"
With a sudden resurgence of strength, she pulled her chains from the wall. "Then you shall have it," she hollered, slamming a metal ball clean into the guard's skull, cracking it in one fell swoop. "But not as you imagined! Your kind shall imprison mine no more!"
With the power of Athena deep within her veins, Hippolyte smashed the door off of its hinges, allowing it to clash loudly against the stone walls of the hallway, catching the attention of nearby guards. As they moved into battle, they were no match for the reignited strength that Hippolyte now possessed, and they were swiftly dealt with, for her main goal was to free her own kind.
"Come, Amazonians!" she cried, as each and every woman prisoner picked up leftover weapons from where the guards now laid, unconscious and battered. "Come, avenge our land from the man! But heed my call, dear sisters!" she warned. "Remember the source of our power – remember Gaea's way!"
But her warning fell on deaf ears. Her sisters' souls, boiling with rage, leapt out of their captive cells and out into the open nature, throwing themselves at horse-bound warriors and ripping into them, creating an ocean of crimson that dripped from their weapons, like the fangs of a hunting wolf. Like crazed, bloodthirsty beasts, a simple attempt to make man flee quickly grew out of control, coating holy sites and their once harmonious city with the thick red liquid.
From within herself Hippolyta screamed, watching her sisters go behind the gods and their creation through every action; her sisters, whom killed with heartless precision; her sisters, who killed with lustful eyes of pleasure.
As the horrific battle came to a sure-fire close, the Amazonian warriors silenced their enemies screams with one of their own – a victorious war cry that drenched Hippolyta in fear, sending shivers up her spine like a cold and callous wind.
"Well done, my sisters!" Antiope exclaimed, with anger still present in her voice. Antiope, the only true sister Hippolyta had, and the driving force behind the rampage. "Now, let us ride after Heracles! Let us sack his home and reclaim your girdle!" Her voice lead the cheering women towards her – and they would've continued to follow her, had not for their saviour pushing in front of them, stopping only centimetres away. "Then, we shall slit his accused throat from ear to ear!"
"No!" Hippolyta yelled. "No, Antiope, never vengeance – never again!"
"But why, dear sister?" Antiope argued back. "He drugged you and betrayed you! He betrayed us all! He deserves punishment!"
"Athena has spoken to me!"
"Athena?!"
"She waits for us by the shores of the Aegean."
"Where was she when Heracles murdered half my sisters?!" Antiope screamed. "Where was she when mankind shunned us, mounded us, and hunted us?! REANNOUNCE ATHENA, my sister! Avenge your Amazonian dead!"
"That is Ares' way, Antiope." Menalippe, Hippolyta's trusted advisor, interrupted. "We achieve no glory by embracing the dark god's power!"
"Are you so naïve, Menalippe?" Antiope continued, however her rage was slowly dwindling. "Ares is not our enemy! We need the god of war to merely survive! Hippolyte," Antiope pulled her own girdle from her waist, handing it Hippolyte. "I give you my girdle! From this day forward, I take nothing from Olympus."
"No, Antiope!" Hippolyta exclaimed. "I beg you – come with us!"
"I cannot." Antiope responded. It was clear her mind was not to be changed. "May the fates be with you, Hippolyte! I shall always love you!"
With that, the Amazonians split. Some, who valued the revenge and rage that Antiope presented, followed her on horse-back into the woods that surrounded the now ravaged Amazon, disappearing into the nothingness. Others, who valued their religious ways the believed in the gods, remained behind. These were the sisters of who joined Hippolyta, on the trek to Aegean, to find Athena, putting her trust within her once more.
As they arrived upon the shores, the clouds seemed to part. In shock and wonder, the women looked up towards six golden faces – their gods, of whom were Demeter, Aphrodite, Artemis, Hestia, Hermes and Athena respectively.
"You have failed us, my daughters!" Athena shouted. "You have forgotten the source of your power – forgotten the trust placed in you! For these failures, you must do a penance! One in which there is a new honour – a new responsibility. We shall send you to an island, beneath which lies an unspeakable evil!
"You shall be the jailers of that evil for all eternity!" Hestia explained. "As long as you remain there and shirk not your new charge, you shall live as immortals and your souls shall again become pure.
"Yet, you must evermore wear the symbols of your former bondage – as a reminder never to err again!"
"But where is this island, Goddess?" Hippolyta quietly asked, afraid of causing anger.
"Where man may not easily discover it." Aphrodite answered politely. "It appears a paradise! And so it shall be, if you guard its secret well, and let no mortal man trespass its grounds!"
"But attend you now!" Athena bellowed. "Poseidon clears a path to your new home!"
The seas suddenly parted, and a golden trident pierced the water. The women stared in shock, before Hippolyta, nodding, walked across the wet sand. Her feet, and those of her sisters, became gooey and coated with sand as they made their trek to their newfound home.
Many years have passed since then. Since their arrival, the Amazonians have done nothing but build, pray, and form a beautiful paradise, cleansing their souls for a formidable future. All but Hippolyta, who from deep within ever since arriving to Paradise Island has felt nothing but a yearning for something of which she could never solve.
"Menalippe!" Hippolyta smiled. She pushed past a small set of beads, into a strange purple-like room of which her newfound oracle stood, staring into an orb of energy. Her focus had been broken by the entering of her queen, and she bowed. "Have you figured out this feeling yet?"
"I have, Hippolyta." Menalippe gently spun the orb, allowing herself to read its tales. "Know that you and all Amazonians are regenations of past females – souls that were unfairly purged!" she explained. "But only you, my Queen, had died pregnant, and now you are feeling the child within your womb!"
Hippolyta was shocked. "W-what should I do, Menalippe?" she asked shakily – a child was the last thing she expected.
Menalippe nodded, handing her a small parchment of paper. "Read this, and follow it, for it is Artemis' bidding! Follow it to its exact and you shall quench this feeling."
And follow she did. Early in the morning, as the sun appeared on the ocean horizon as a bright war-red, Hippolyta kneeled in the soft clay, crafting carefully a three-dimensional sculpture of a human baby. Once she was happy with what she had crafted – a small child reaching its hand up, she embraced the sky with open arms, calling out to Artemis, begging her to instil life.
From within the sky, a bright light pierced the clouds, engulfing the clay sculpture's chest. The light flickered with colours, granting the gifts of the gods, embedding them into the clay, and soon, the sculpture began to cry.
Hippolyta dropped her arms, staring in disbelief and in upmost happiness at the baby that sprawled out at the base of her knees. Gently, she lifted the baby out of the clay, grinning from ear to ear. "What a beautiful child!" she smiled, "I shall name her Diana!"
My sources are the comics - more specifically, Wonder Woman (1987) Issues #1-#8.