The gentle wind blew softly against her skin, ruffling her feathers slightly. She glanced about the rather small private garden lined with a small row of rose bushes and the few medium sized trees that surrounded the area. A smile slowly emerged on her face as she looked up at the clouds above her. She knew it wasn't truly Thanagar and that it lacked the geographical climate of her former homeworld but it was close enough to satisfy her for the moment.

In the following two months after her first trip to the garden, Shayera found herself returning to it daily despite her best attempts at avoiding the area all together. Often times she visited the garden multiple times throughout the day. Thankfully Inza and Doctor Fate gave her the space she needed and typically did not disturb her while she was in there.

The Thanagarian then lowered her gaze as she deeply inhaled and then sighed as her expression fell. While the garden mimicked Thanagar's appearance, Shayera found that it did so based on her own memories of the planet. Each time she entered the garden, Shayera could tell the subtle changes to the landscape. The part that was alarming Shayera wasn't that the landscape was changing but that it was merging with the landscapes that she had seen during her years on Earth. She could no longer keep straight what terrain was Earth and what was Thanagar within her own memories.

She then moved past the garden and looked over the edge. Her brows furrowed as she frowned.

"The valley wasn't that deep...I think," Shayera muttered to herself. "Or was it deeper than the Grand Canyon? No the Grand Canyon was deeper and wider than the canyon at Valmorra. I'm sure of it."

"I knew I would find you here," Shayera lightly jumped in surprise as she turned to see Doctor Fate standing behind her. "Did I not tell you that your time here would be cathartic?"

Shayera frowned slightly, "I'm not sure if cathartic is the right word to use anymore for this place. If anything I'm more frustrated than enlightened."

Fate tilted his head in curiosity, "Frustrated how?"

"That I can't remember it clearly," Shayera replied as her frown deepened. "I grew up on that planet yet I can't tell the differences anymore. I can't remember what memories are from Thanagar and which are from Earth. Everything is just blending together."

"I can see how that would be quite vexing for you," Fate stated before pausing for a moment. He eyed the Thanagarian before him and considered his words before speaking, "Perhaps I can offer you a...distraction so to speak. A temporary one to take your mind off of this new issue."

Shayera narrowed her eyes slightly, "Trust me this is the least of my issues. I rather be dealing with not fully remembering how Thanagar looked over the other thoughts that go through my mind."

"I can imagine. You cry often throughout the night," Fate replied as Shayera's eyes widened.

Slowly Shayera's surprised expression turned into a scowl, "What do you have me under surveillance throughout the night? Still worried I'll just up and leave?"

Fate shook his head, "Not in the least Shayera. I roam the halls nightly when I myself cannot find rest. I noticed your habit of sitting in our...I suppose you may call it recreational room. You tend to spend hours in there crying to yourself. Inza and I have both offered you an open ear before. Neither of us would judge you since I know that is what you fear."

Shayera's scowl remained as she glared at the mystic, "You don't know anything about me, neither of you do. Stop acting like you know me."

"I shall be rather blunt then," Fate started. "Without your helmet you are a rather expressive individual. It is not hard to read you Shayera Hol."

Shayera lightly growled as she began to move towards the door, "I've had enough of this bullshit."

"Inza was correct in her observation about you. You do tend to ignore your issues and rather run from them. For a warrior you are rather cowardly," Fate retorted as he narrowed his eyes slightly. Fate knew the line he was crossing yet he wasn't worried. Rather he was hoping to spark a volatile reaction from her.

Shayera immediately stopped in her tracks and whirled around, "Cowardly? I think you're confusing cowardly with being remorseful and reflective. I rather not go face the Justice League and be the brunt of their hatred. That's all they would offer me."

"And how do you know this without speaking with them?" Fate inquired. "You didn't give them the opportunity to show hatred or forgiveness. Instead you ran from them."

"I don't need to give them an opportunity," Shayera frowned. "I know how they view me. I saw the looks on their faces before they would have kicked me out of the Justice League. Okay maybe the Flash is the only person there who doesn't hate me. Other than him, no one else wants me back. None of them want me there. None of them stopped me from leaving. None of them looked for me. They're better off without me anyways."

"Like the Green Lantern John Stewart?" Fate quietly asked her. Shayera's expression instantly fell as she looked down and let out a soft sigh. Fate walked towards her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You speak his name quite often while you cry. I surmise that you regret whatever you did to him quite deeply."

Shayera mustered another light frown as she shrugged his hand off of her shoulder, "Just leave me alone already."

Fate was silent for a moment before tilting his head, "Did you know your eyes show all of your emotions? Is that why Thanagarians typically wear helmets? I can see why your people would view it as a weakness." No sooner had the words left his mouth did Fate have to catch a punch that was thrown at his head from the irate Thanagarian before him. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Shut the hell up," Shayera growled through clenched teeth.

Fate pondered his response for a brief moment. He had finally gotten the reaction from her that he had wanted. Now he needed to see just how much of Hawkgirl's attitude was still left within her. "Make me then," he calmly replied as his eyes narrowed.

Shayera darkly glared at Doctor Fate before dropping her fist and resumed making her way to the door so that she could leave. Before leaving the area the Thanagarian shot the mystic one final glare from over her shoulder.

Once Shayera was gone, Fate released the breath he was unconsciously holding before shaking out his left hand. "She does pack quite the punch," he rhetorically stated to himself as he rubbed his left palm. "She retained her fiery temper though she still won't fight when challenged. I myself am not a warrior but a simple servant of order. How do I bring out the warrior when the will has been broken? I need a warrior who can reach her."

"You want me to talk to Hawkgirl?" Aquaman dryly asked Fate as he stood before him in his throne room. "Why would I degrade myself to building up a woman's warrior mentality? Don't you have a wife who can do so?"

"Inza is not a warrior by any means and would fail in that regard," Fate replied. "She is a simple spellcaster such as myself. You know she favors the spells of healing over those of fighting."

"Not my problem," Arthur dismissively stated. "Have the Justice League help her. Last time I checked she was their problem."

"That is where a bigger problem lies. She does not have the Justice League to fall back onto any longer. After the Thanagarian Invasion she lost her only family. She lost the very thing that gave her a meaning in life. Without the Justice League or even her own dignity as a warrior, she views herself as having no self-worth."

"Again," Aquaman rolled his eyes. "Not my problem. I'm a king not a therapist. I will admit, for a woman, Hawkgirl was one of the greatest warriors I had ever met. I will not taint my own memories of Hawkgirl by seeing her as she is now. Fix her first and then I'll talk to her."

Fate narrowed his eyes, "Fixing her is not that simple of a task Arthur. I know her warrior spirit is still there. It is just buried deep within her. I need to reignite it. I need to show her that she has a purpose on this planet. That she can still be a warrior of justice."

"She betrayed her comrades. As a soldier that's not something that reigniting a fighting passion will fix," Aquaman stated. "There's more to it then just her warrior spirit at this point."

Fate stayed silent for a moment before murmuring, "It is her heart then. That's the key."

Arthur raised an eyebrow, "What was that?"

Fate shook his head slightly, "Nothing just something that could be a stepping stone in the way. I was rather hoping to mend her mind before I attempted to mend her heart. Emotions can be rather daunting to have to wade and sort through."

"If she's emotionally damaged than you're wasting your time," Arthur countered. "Soldiers don't recover well typically. She'll always be damaged goods and nothing you do will ever revert her back to the way she was prior. I've seen it within my own soldiers. You'll only be fighting a losing battle."

"Perhaps," Fate conceded. "Though I am a rather stubborn individual myself. That and I tend to hold onto faith and hope more than others do." Fate then turned to leave, "I'll be back eventually and when I do return you will help her."

"We'll see mystic," Aquaman disdainfully responded with a light glare.