Anger….rage….fury. Foreign emotions. Emotions in which she has never experienced before. Emotions that are running high now putting everyone around her on high alert.
These emotions that have come all thanks to another. Thanks to an event that had taken place a brief few days ago.
An event in which none had seen coming. The demise of a hero. That is what she has labeled the day as.
The day a hero died and a tyrant had risen from the ashes. A tyrant that was truly like no other. A man with godlike abilities much like herself.
Only this man used his ability for something else. A means to an end to accomplish his goals. Goals that have been nothing but sinister.
Clark Kent. That is what he used to be known as. A small time newspaper editor for the world famous Daily Planet.
A quiet man. A man that never complained. Never stook out in a crowd but a man that held a secret. A secret like many others of his kind.
An alter ego. The alter go of the mighty Superman. The hero of Metropolis. The man of steel. Those were just some of his nicknames that had been given to him.
A great man. That is what she once thought of him as anyways. Even considered him to be a friend but no longer.
Not after everything he has done. Not after what he has attempted to do. A takeover. Plain and simple.
A plan to take over the planet bending everyone to his will daring anyone to stand against him. A plan that she has seen countless others trying to achieve on more than one occasion.
Power hungry individuals. That is what she liked to call them. Countless villains and vixens that showed no honor. No decency. No humanity not caring who or what needed to be sacrificed in order to achieve their goals.
Disgusting acts. There was no other way for her to describe it. Acts that needed to be punished. Needed to be stopped before any more innocent lives were taken.
Much like this sinister act now that makes a lone woman suit up like she has done hundreds of times. Suit up in her famous armor.
The armor worn by the famous Wonder Woman. The warrior of light. The princess of the amazons. But on this day she didn't feel like a warrior of light.
Didn't feel like she was the princess of the amazons. Titles she would have held proudly with her head held up high on any other day.
But not today. Today she felt nothing. Nothing but fury. Nothing but anger as she finishes up putting on her armor before turning to look over her shoulder towards the far end of her chamber.
Towards the source of these foreign emotions. A man. A man resting in her bed that not an ounce of him could be seen.
Not one trace of his skin from the numerous bandages all across his body. Not one ounce of his impressive figure.
Nothing. Not even his eyes. Eyes that she has come to love from the moment she saw them. Eyes that she could always read.
Eyes that she has done nothing but plead with to open for the past week. The longest week of her life. A week that had started off nothing out of the ordinary.
That was until the peace had been broken. A distress call. A call from her Justice League communicator.
A call that would change things forever. A recorded message from The Watch Tower that would leave many members of The Justice League stunned.
Including herself. A message from the world famous Superman. A hero that had not been seen or heard from in months.
A hero that looked different somehow. Looked as though he had changed during his absence. And she was right.
He had changed. Changed into the very thing that he had sworn to protect the world from. A tyrant. A power hungry tyrant.
A tyrant that gave off one simple message. Join me or perish. You were either with him or against him. A message that would end with the famous Watch Tower exploding before their very eyes.
A message that was chilling. Would cause a cold chill to run up and down her spine. Especially his parting words that had made her heart stop for a split second.
The words of don't make me make an example out of you as well. A message that she instantly deciphered who this tyrant had referred to before springing into action flying as fast as her powers would allow her heading straight for Gotham City.
Heading straight towards the man with a true sense of justice much like her own. A man that would never bow down to this tyrant.
And that was when her worst fears had been met. Wayne Manor. The home to the Wayne family gone. Destroyed left in ruins.
Ruins that she would fight through to emerge underground to one of the safest places to be in the world from a blast.
The Batcave. The famous Batcave belonging to the hero of Gotham City. A cave that was not recognizable.
The famous Batcomputer completely destroyed with sparks still flying out with noticeable burn marks across the screen that could have only been made by one man.
The armory. A place where she knew many if not all of Batman's famous suits could be found left in a fiery blaze with a few suits still burning into piles of ash.
A truly unbelievable sight. A terrifying sight. A sight that had made her heart skip a beat with every passing second she glanced around at the scenery around her before one sight had frozen her dead in her tracks.
A sight she will never forget. Never forget seeing him. The man that she has secretly loved for so long laying face down in a puddle of his own blood.
This terrifying sight that had made her heart skip a beat before at once she was on him. On him checking his injures as tears started trickling down her cheeks.
On him checking his pulse to find a low but steady pulse. A pulse that had only made her tears intensify as she took his battered and bloodied face in her hands resting it down on her lap before letting out a scream that could be heard for miles.
Snapping out of her thoughts feeling her cheek starting to get wet reaching up as she feels a tear trail across her cheek reaching up rubbing furiously away the evidence of her tear with her facial features hardening very quietly Diana makes her way across her chambers towards her bed with another silently watching from the shadows.
One that looks on with interest from near the open door of her daughter's chambers watching her every move.
Watching with growing interest as she witnesses her daughter's facial features soften by the second as she looks down towards her patient.
Looks down towards this man that she has met a brief couple of times. A man that she could clearly see has had a great effect on her daughter.
Can clearly see the love her daughter has for this man if her every action was any indication. If the gentle touch of her daughter's hand stroking his bandaged cheek wasn't an indication.
If how gently she takes his bandaged hand within her own whispering soothing words that she can't quite make out.
But she had a feeling what they were. Had a real good feeling at what was happening. The start of something.
What that something was she wasn't too sure. All she knew was despite it all. Despite what her sisters might think this was welcomed.
She welcomed seeing her daughter finally being with her equal. Two beings that some would say we're worlds apart.
But she didn't think so. She didn't think so for one bit. He was her equal. He may not be gifted with powers from the gods.
He may not be as physically or giftedly strong as her daughter but she had seen it. Seen his strong sense of justice.
This sense of justice that would burn hotter than any inferno. The same justice that she believes in. The same sense of justice her daughter believes in.
Justice that she sees burning deep within her daughter now with another emotions surrounding her. This emotion that she can feel in her daughter's aura.
A dangerous emotion. The need for vengeance. The need to avenge the one that she cares about the most.
An emotion that burns brightly in her daughter's aura as she sees her do something that makes a faint smile come across her face.
A kiss. A soft kiss being planted on her daughter's love in the only place that isn't covered with bandages.
His lips. This soft and gentle kiss that even for the briefest of moments she felt as though she was disturbing something truly private for no one's eyes to see.
A kiss that she watches be broken up as her daughter whispers something into her love's ear before with one last gentle touch of his cheek slowly she watches Diana turn and make her way over towards her.
Without paying her a glance in favor of staring directly ahead of her reaching out into the shadows gently Diana rests her hands down on her mother's shoulder.
" Take care of him for me while i'm gone."
Unable to help but nod her head in silence feeling her shoulder being squeezed without having a chance to react Hippolyta feels Diana's hand leaving her shoulder before she silently watches her daughter walk past her.
" Diana?"
Coming to a stop glancing over her shoulder as she sees Hippolyta looking at her with nothing but concern riddled across her face breaking away from her gaze Diana turns her head back forward.
" Should i assemble the army?"
Without paying her a glance slowly Diana shakes her head unaware of the frown coming across her mother's face.
" No, I have to do this alone…."
" But you can't. Please assemble the militia. This is a war that you cannot win by yourself. Even with your gifts their numbers are too great for you to take on alone. Please? I beg you to reconsider."
Great numbers. True words that have been spoken. His numbers are great. Numbers that continue to grow by the day.
An army. A massive army. A hidden army. The army of Atlantis. Oh how Arthur and Mera have been foolish enough to supply this tyrant with an army of his own.
The first members of The Justice League to fall victim to his manipulations. Manipulations of empty promises.
Promises that she couldn't even phantom what he had promised them. Whatever it was it had been too good to pass up.
An offer that she knew other members of The Justice League must of have heard by now. Some even tempted to join his ranks.
But she was right. Her mother was right. His numbers were too great. She was good. Considered to be the best of the amazons.
Considered to be one of the most powerful heroes on the planet. But she couldn't face off these odds. Not the way she is now.
If she was lucky and truly lucky then maybe she could break through their lines just long enough to get a few shots in on the man pulling their strings.
She had to be something else. Had to become something else. And she knew just where she needed to go.
A place in which no amazon has entered for centuries. A temple no too far away from here. A place holding the key to this war.
With her mind made up paying her mother a quick glance finding her pleading with her through her eyes slowly Diana turns her head back forward.
" For all my life i've lived by a code and the code was simple. Honor the gods and protect our country."
Closing her eyes slowly Diana takes a long deep breath before she opens her eyes with a hint of steel seen behind them.
" The world. The world we live in is this sick place. I thought it was changing. I really did but i was wrong.
No matter how many of them fall. No matter how many of them are put behind bars another rises up in their place like a hydra.
I've seen good men,women,and children slaughtered thanks to another's greed. I've seen monsters in which none have ever seen torment the lives of innocents.
I've seen a great man sacrifice so much in order to make sure what happened to him never happens to anyone else again."
Feeling her nails digging hard into her palms slowly Diana unclenches her hands that had formed into tight fists by her side unknown to her knowledge.
" The same man that has taught me so much. This stubborn yet so caring man that would sacrifice everything if it meant ensuring justice.
And because of that is why i have to do this alone. That man. The man that i love wouldn't stop until justice had been ensured.
This tyrant. This so called god that is out there must be stopped at all costs. He thinks of himself as immortal.
As the supreme being of the galaxy. As the supreme ruler of the gods but even gods can bleed."
Without waiting for a response slowly Diana stalks away leaving Hippolyta staring at her retreating form in total shock.
The Temple of the Gods. A sacred ground. A ground in which very few have ever entered into. But she has.
This is where it had all began. This was where the legend of The Wonder Woman had first started. First started when she had first grasped her sword in her hand.
The famous God Killer. A name that she would have to put to the test before the day was over. But that wasn't what she was after.
No she already had the sword in her possession. What she was after was a few levels down underneath the sacred grounds.
Or so that is what the temple wanted her to believe. A simple test to prove if she was worthy of such a sacred item.
An item that has not been seen or even touched in centuries. An item that she seeks as quietly Diana stalks her way through the temple with her fingers grazing the end of her sword.
The item that was told in stories to contain power. God like power. This surge of power that could give any the strength and power of even the mightiest of armies.
An item that she can feel is getting closer as the chambers she walks down lights up as numerous flames erupt from the ground around her showing her a path.
A pathway that she follows without any hesitation. Without any fear before she spots it. A helmet. What looked to be an ordinary helmet.
A battle helmet worn by a general. But you would be wrong. This wasn't just any helmet. No it was a helmet belonging once to a god.
The god of war. Ares himself. A helmet that legends told of his power still residing deep inside of the equipment.
A power that as if it was calling out she can sense from where she is standing causing her to cautiously approach.
Cautiously approach the stand the helmet rests down on before she comes to a stop mere feet away to stare down towards the sacred piece of equipment.
This helmet that she swears she can hear a faint whisper calling out to her. Calling out to her to reach for it causing her fingers to move away from the handle of her sword and slowly move towards the helmet.
Move towards the helmet before it happens. A surge. A surge of power can be felt through her fingertips.
This powerful surge that makes a large gust of wind flow through the chamber causing the flames to flicker slightly with the breeze.
A surge that makes her eyes flicker from blue to red for a split second before she quickly pulls back her hand causing the gust of wind to sudden evaporate.
Evaporate as she looks down towards her hand in amazement finding small sparks of electricity flickering from her finger tips before she looks back towards the helmet.
A quick gaze before she reaches out for the helmet once again causing the wind to pick up once again. Wind that gets even stronger the closer her fingers get to the helmet before suddenly just as her hand comes to rest on the helmet a bright light erupts through the air causing Diana to throw her head back.
Keeping perfectly quiet making sure to mask her steps very slowly as she sees her prey off in the distance in the form of a deer cocking back an arrow closing her left eye as she readies herself for the perfect shot suddenly an amazonian is sent flying off her feet when the sound of an explosion echoes through the air as the sky erupts in a blinding light for a split second.
An amazon that snaps up to a sitting position with nothing but pure shock riddled across her face as she hears the sound of her companion quickly making her way towards her from her hiding spot.
An companion that she sees out of the corner of her eye staring off into the distance with the same look of shock plastered across her face as well.
The temple. The Temple of the Gods gone. Gone left only in ruins. Left in nothing but a large dust cloud before a golden flicker could be seen through the cloud.
A flicker followed by another as slowly the cloud evaporates revealing a being. A woman kneeling down in a crater with sparks flying off her armor.
This mysterious woman that the amazonians can't help but move silently forward hoping to get a better view of before they come to a stop with a look of realization coming across each of their faces.
It wasn't just any woman. It was the princess. Princess Diana kneeling inside of the crater. A princess that they watch in silence slowly rise up to her feet with her eyes closed as electrical sparks are seen pulsing out of her fingertips.
A sight never seen before. This sight that neither can't help but stare up towards her with nothing but awe as she ascends up in the air looking like a goddess.
This goddess that suddenly opens her eyes causing a silent gasp to escape their lips. Her eyes. A pair of red glowing eyes that stare forward with this cold look that sends a chill up and down their spines.
A look that suddenly makes them jump up slightly in surprise when they see her snap her head to look to her side off in the direction of the sea until instantly as though she was shot out of a cannon she disappears with lighting fast speed causing them to once again be thrown back when they are hit with some kind of shockwave.
This shockwave that is like an tornado striking everything it touches. Causes the trees behind them to be thrown back violently some in which are pulled out from the ground from the sheer force.
Tidal wave after tidal wave that thrash violently against the shores completely flooding the sandy shores.
But nothing is more shocking that what is seen above. The sky. The once clear sky now pitch black. A sky that if you were to listen close enough could hear thunder off in the distance getting further and further away.