Prologue: Part 2: Telling Hera the Truth
Queen Hippolyta stood and bowed as Queen Hera entered the throne room. Phillipus silently bowed slightly behind her queen, taking Hippolyta's hand in hers as the Amazon queen straightened. Everyone on the island, as well as amongst the Bana, and many of their gods and goddesses knew of the two's strong romantic relationship.
Hera blinked. "It is rather quiet here, Hippolyta," the queen of Olympus stated.
Hippolyta nodded mutely. Hera glanced around. "Odd, by now I would have expected Diana to run by," Hera continued.
"She no longer lives here," Hippolyta replied, doing her best to hide her wince of agony. Phillipus rubbed her lover's back tenderly.
"Where is she?" Hera asked, curiously.
"We don't know," Phillipus stated, buying Hippolyta time to change the subject—and reveal the truth to the Queen of Olympus.
"I didn't sculpt Diana from clay," Hippolyta admitted, closing her eyes, pain flitting across her face briefly. "I gave birth to her—Hades was the father."
Hera's eyes narrowed. "You knowingly kept my niece from me?!" The queen of Olympus growled out.
Hippolyta nodded ashamedly.
"But where is she?" Hera repeated.
Hippolyta frowned. "Someone let the identity of Diana's father out o the wrong people," the Amazon queen replied. "She was taken away, nearly a month ago. None of us know where she is."
Hera growled. "I tried to stop them, she was nothing like her father," Hippolyta continued. "They're punishing her simply because her father was a villain. Hera, they took my baby simply because of who her father is." Hippolyta broke down in tears.
"Our baby," Phillipus corrected gently.
Hera wrapped her arms around the weeping Amazon queen as did Phillipus. "I'm still mad at you, Queen Hippolyta," Hera murmured finally.
Hippolyta could only grin sheepishly at the queen of the gods. "But I will try to restore her to you," Hera continued.
Hippolyta smiled gratefully, as well as murmuring a quiet thanks.
Hera then added her final stipulation, "If you tell Hades about his daughter."
Hippolyta grimaced. "You're suggesting I tell him I let his daughter get taken away?" She frowned.
"He is her father, he deserves to know the truth," Hera replied.
Hippolyta sighed, reluctantly agreeing.