By SDM
Note: Part 2 is up. This arc is about the team going to Tamaran with Starfire. I have it all written up, so if you want to see more, just leave reviews and I'll convert it to HTML as soon as possible.
"So, where are we?"
Cassandra of Themyscira sighed for the thousandth time, and tried to block out the voice of the thirteen-year old male who keep on talking to her for some reason. Looking around, she realized that she had no idea where they were. There was a big green statue of a woman holding a torch, but besides that, nothing stood out. Just lots of tall, scary buildings. Cassie shuddered to herself, and then looked away from the menacing skyline. Wherever they were, it wasn't Themyscira, and therefore, wasn't comfortable to the young Amazon warrior.
It was the complete opposite for Conner, Cassandra's companion in the rickety wooden boat that held them. As he looked around, he took in every facet of life that he perceived. It wasn't Themyscira, but then again, Themyscira was never really his home. Just a place where he lived before the Amazons were all too eager to get rid of him. He couldn't wait to get to the mainland, wherever on Earth they were. As the boat moved closer to shore, the sun shined brightly, and an air of foreboding lay thick over New York.
"How do I look?"
Cassandra turned around to see Conner clad in the outfit that had been packed for them, posing a bit. There were blue pants, a red with a golden W emblazoned on it, and a pair of golden gauntlets that adorned the young man's wrists. Cassandra rolled her eyes, then replied quite uninterested, "You look fine. Stop worrying about it. Just…let's get off this boat and on to the shore." The boat had finally reached a wooden dock, and Cassandra jumped onto it in one powerful leap. Conner stabilized the boat, but the aftershock almost sent him into the water.
"Whoa, whoa! Hold on! I'm still in here!"
"Shut up. I'm looking for a rope." Muttering to herself, Cassandra searched the dock quickly before finding a slender rope. Ripping off a long piece, she made it into a lasso, and in one fell swoop, threw it at the boat and reined it in. Tying it to a post, she helped Conner get out, who was a bit awed. Cassandra took the rest of the rope and tied it to her waist. "It may come in handy. You never know." Conner's look went from one of awe to one of question, and he scoffed. "Hey, my sister did well with it. So be quiet." Raising his hands as if to say "Hey, didn't say a thing", Conner lifted their package out of the boat. It took him almost all of his strength to lift, and he dropped it on the ground with pleasure. Cassandra frowned, first at his weakness, and then at the predicament they were in. "That thing is heavy. You can't carry it. I'm definitely not carrying your things. How will we get it around?" Conner "Ah"ed, then looked around the dock like Cassandra had done. Finding a mesh bag, he opened up the package, took the remaining food, clothes, and money out, and then put it in the bag.
"Here we go. Carries easily, and doesn't have that cumbersome stone container to weigh it down. See, I can scavenge just as well as a famous Amazonian warrior, no?" Cassandra smirked, then pushed Conner so he stumbled and fell on his behind. "Hey!" Conner yelled in shock and mock anger.
"Come on famous Amazonian warrior, let's go." Cassandra picked up the sack and put it over her shoulder, and they began to walk down the dock.
The pair continued down the dock until they reached a shipyard. From the shipyard, they made their way to a street, and got their first taste of American life. With the people running about, the things zooming down the streets, and the tall buildings ahead of them, the city was quite threatening. Conner was a bit stunned by all of this, then tapped Cassandra on her shoulder.
"Erm, Cassandra? Where are we going?" Cassandra didn't have a sarcastic comeback, because she too was puzzled.
"I…don't know. We don't have a place to live, so maybe we should try to find housing or something like that. Let's try the tall building in front of us." Conner smirked, as if to ask, 'but which one?' They began to cross a street, but were startled as many mechanical beasts screeched to a halt and stopped. Suddenly, tons of obscenities and curses flew at the two, startling them.
"It's a green light you mooks!"
"Get off the road you colored fairies!"
"Where the hell do you come from; Jersey?"
Anger welled up inside Conner. How dare they yell at him, a prince of Themyscira? As he balled his fists, his gauntlets began to glow gold and crackle with electricity. He was in a new world, and these…these people had the nerve to reject him? All he wanted to do was feel at home somewhere…It's all I want to do. Cassandra noticed Conner's clenched teeth, and moved to horde him out of the middle of the street. In the midst of all this, an onlooker decided to take Cassandra's pack. Frozen by all of the yelling and pandemonium, Cassandra didn't notice until the thief was well down the street. Before she could react, Conner yelled, "Thief!" and began to chase the miscreant. The thief ran, but Conner ran just as fast. Visions of glory and destiny flashed in his mind, as he focused on getting back what was his. The thief barreled around a corner, and as Conner made the turn, he saw that the thief was still far ahead of him. There was no one else on the street, but Conner wouldn't be able to catch up to him. Conner balled his fists in anger again as he eyes flashed with an unholy glow. Raising his fists, he pointed them at the offender and channeled all of his anger and malcontent. He wanted to hurt the man. He wanted to make him scream. An enormous burst of lightning came out of the gauntlets, and hit the thief, shocking him thirty feet forward, and making him drop the pack. Opening his fist, the bag zoomed towards Conner and hit it. Cassandra had caught up, and was shocked by the scene. Conner standing at the front of a sidewalk, everything strewn about, and Conner with a crackle of lightning coming out of his gauntlets.
"Conner…what in the name of Hera…?"
As Cassandra was shocked, another being smiled. Lowering her binoculars from her visor, she took off her helmet and shook her big hair out. Her green eyes sparkled, as she raised a walkie-talkie to her lips. "X'Hal! We have contact." Putting the communicator away, the person set out towards Conner and Cassandra.