Whoo! Sorry it took me so long to post this, I've had the worst case of writer's block. Well, here it is!
"Lyta Prince. I like it," Shayera said, sipping on her soda.
Hippolyta grinned. "Diana had her friend create my false name. Bruce, was it?"
Diana nodded. "It didn't take much to persuade him. He knows how crucial it is to have a secret identity, so he made it. He also created a background for you should you ever be questioned about it." She had memorized the words from Bruce's computer screen. "Your name is Lyta Rose Prince, and you're from Greece. You moved to the United States when you were twelve and met a man that was a part of the army when you were eighteen. He died when you were pregnant with Donna, and he was always away overseas, thus the reason why we have no father and don't remember him."
Donna heard the information and agreed to it. "The father thing would make sense," she said. "If he was in the army, he'd constantly be away. I heard of people always dying from landmines and horrific injuries over there."
Diana shook her head. "Such senseless violence to the world. I don't see why we all just can't negotiate world peace. It would be much better than the alternative choice of having those dear to you die while you're powerless to fight it."
"That's a reason why we're Leaguers," Shayera said. "We need to help this world in its undying battle of war. Who will help if we don't?"
Diana already knew it was no one else. All sides of the world had lost a great number of people from never-ending wars and fights. She only wished that they would learn by now that it only led to more suffering and heartache.
"Anyway," Donna said, "Mother, how do you like it here?"
They were back in New York City at one of the many malls the area contained. Once again they were inside of a restaurant, all, with the exception of Shayera, eating their own salads. "It is better than I would have expected," Hippolyta admitted. "But I will say that I miss the island. It was not nearly as noisy there as it is here."
"This is how it is every day," Donna said. "New York is a popular state, and the biggest city in the U.S. is going to be as popular as this."
"Besides," Shayera added in, looking playfully at Diana, "a crowded place is perfect for finding trouble, as well as a boyfriend to take home."
"We know Diana won't do that," Donna said, dodging Diana's swing at her. "She has her eyes set on Clark, remember?"
They both laughed. Hippolyta glanced at Diana, who was trying to fight a blush. "You seem interested in this Clark," she said. "Whenever Donna and Shayera speak of him, you either hit them, yell, or your face turn red. Anything you are hiding from me?"
Diana quickly shook her head, praying that her face was once again one tone of color. "No, Mother. Just ignore those two. They tease whenever the opportunity comes up."
"She's right," Donna chipped in. "We mean well, though. But she's an easy target."
"She is," Shayera agreed. "Besides, we all know how you feel of Clark."
"That feeling is of friendship, you two," Diana said sternly. "It is nothing more."
While they ate, she thought about her relationship with Clark. We're just friends, she thought, although even she felt uncertain about that. Did she want to be more than friends? No, I am content with our friendship. He wants to remain friends, so why even try to push it?
She found herself frowning at her analysis. Maybe he did want to be just friends, but she didn't. Yes, he was twenty-eight, five years older than her, but that didn't mean anything. They were the closest of friends, closer than any other friendships either had (other than Diana's with Donna, of course). Maybe there was more to it…
Before Diana could think more about it, the lights suddenly went out. Screams of shock cut through the air as the four girls took the chance to change without anyone's knowledge because of the darkness of the room. Diana was the only one that could see without any problems, so she led the other three out of the building.
Once outside, the four looked around, trying to see what had caused the outage. Diana had a sudden urge to look up and did, barely having enough time to dodge a powerful blast of magic thrown at her.
"Mageia!"
The magician's mouth twisted into a dark smile as he stared down at the three Amazons and Thanagarian from above. "Miss me?" he cackled. "Well then, how about a reunion?"
His eyes glowed a deep white as he shouted a spell, pointing his wand at Shayera. She disrupted the spell with her mace, quickly flying up to Mageia. She threw several punches at him, which he all dodged. The one-sided assault ended when he blasted her in the stomach, which sent her flying in the opposite direction.
Donna and Diana charged at Mageia, attacking from both sides. However, the man had apparently learned a few things from his opponents, since he was more able to fight back than ever. It startled the sisters that he was able to counter their attacks but nonetheless continued their fight.
"…Harvey?"
The fighting suddenly stopped as Diana and Donna looked down to Hippolyta, who was staring at Mageia with a look of surprise. "Harvey?" Donna repeated in confusion.
Hippolyta nodded, still looking at Mageia. "…Hera sent you, didn't she?"
Mageia was stunned. "H-how did you know? How…?"
"You looked familiar the first time I saw you. You're the only human that Hera's took as an apprentice for magic, as she had experience in it. You were her favorite of all of those she decided to train, as she usually killed those that did not meet her expectations. But you surpassed those with ease."
Shayera, Diana, and Donna were unable to speak from complete shock. This man was once trained by Hera? And she sent him to fight Diana and Donna? Wait…did she know?
A sneer made its way on Mageia's face. "Well done, Amazon. You've figured it out. Yes, Hera herself sent me. She wanted me to test the sisters' strength for…future instances."
"Future instances? I don't like the sound of that," Shayera said.
"This doesn't concern you at all." His sneer grew. "Unless, you want to join the flock. I would be more than happy to let you."
"Flock? Oh, so now you've got jokes? I am not a bird, you moron!"
"Oh, my apologies, eagle."
She glared at Mageia, but Diana cut her off before she could snap back a reply. "No, Shayera, don't let him get to you. That's just what he wants."
"And then the hulking naïve princess intervenes. Shows just how much you want the attention."
Ignore, Diana thought, turning to Donna and Hippolyta. "We need to get him back to the Watchtower," she told them. "We need to lock him away in one of our own cells that disrupts magic. A cell here won't hold him."
However, when they looked up again, he was nowhere to be found. "Great, while you were talking, he managed to get away," Donna grumbled. She turned to her mother. "So, Harvey?"
"That is his name. Mageia is Greek for 'magic', thus the reason why he has that as an alias. He used to bring messages back and forth between us and Olympus whenever Hera had something to tell or give us."
"Oh. I didn't think she'd even have one," Donna said. "I thought she didn't like mortals."
"She doesn't, but she saw potential in him."
Shayera was barely able to keep up with the words being exchanged between the mother and daughter. She hardly knew the Greek gods, and what they were saying only confused her more. "Alright, we get it, he knows her," she said, walking away. "Let's just finish what we started before. I still want to hit a few clubs while the night is young."
The three Amazons looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously, following Shayera. Might as well finish what they started.
Yeah, sorry it's so short. But the next chapter will definitely be longer. I'll give you a hint on what it is: Clark and Donna are going to take care of Diana...