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                                                                  Gods of Earth

                                               two indestructible gods, thrust into being
                                          born to a foreign planet ravaged by evil and war
                                     every passing moment brings Earth closer to its demise
                                                      I think not, justice will prevail!
                                    you, an Amazonian queen, wrought by the hands of gods
                                            and I, an alien prince, became a man of steel
                                                      blessed by Earth's yellow sun
                                    with strength absolute, we could tear this world in two
                                                    but no, this land is now our home
                                              Earth needs protectors Diana, me and you
                                                once again, the planet is under attack!
                                            together, we''ll carry the world on our backs
                                                   evildoers beware! and run in fright
                                                  you pale before our combined might
                                                     and you'll do this world no harm
                                       A man and a woman, born to a foreign planet that
                                                             turned them into gods
                                            you, a proud unbreakable Amazonian queen
                                                  and I, an indestructible man of steel
                                           with strength absolute, we'll defend Earth until
                                                                 our dying breaths
                                            this world needs protectors Diana, me and you
                                                     together we'll see our planet through
The first in my series of poems about male and female superheroes teaming up. I chose to start with Superman and Wonder Woman, who are very similar. Superman represents an ideal of masculinity, while Wonder Woman represents an ideal of femininity. They're both nearly invulnerable, and in my opinions are cookie cutter superheroes. I didn't write using as many fancy words as I usually do, mainly because I tried to make it match Superman's personality; a simple but good-hearted person. I also think that they're back stories are simpler than a lot of other superheroes, so I wrote this poem with simple, yet meaningful words.
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Name: Wonder Woman (real name: Diana)
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Themyscira
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Princess of Themyscira
Abilities: Super strength, flight, Amazonian combat, healing factor and empathy
Official Team: Superheroines
Debut: All Star Comics #8
Voice Actor: Susan Eisenberg

Princess Diana was born of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, and Zeus, King of the gods. This gives her all traits of the gods such as strength and agility. She left her island of Themyscira and ventured to "Man's World" as an emissary of peace. One of her prominent tools in battling evil is the Lasso of Truth which forces whoever gets captures by it to reveal the truth.

Special Moves:
*Amazonian Upper: Wonder Woman rushes up at her opponent.
*Silver Tiara: She throws her tiara at her opponent.
*Lasso: She tosses her Lasso of Truth at her opponent, ties him/her up and slams him/her to the other side.
*Shield Toss: She throws her shield at her opponent like a boomerang.

Super Moves:
*Lasso Spin: Wonder Woman wraps her opponent around the Lasso of Truth and spins him/her in circles. She then flies over with a kick.
*Athena's Might: Wonder Woman calls upon Athena and she strikes at her opponent with a giant spear.

Neo Max:
*Power of the Amazon: Wonder Woman bashes her opponent with her shield. When it hits, a bunch of Amazonian gaurdswomen show up to beat the opponent over the head with the handles of their spears. Wonder Woman then ties the opponent around with her Lasso of Truth and drags him/her close to her, followed by a slash that knocks the opponent out.

Wonder Woman (as Diana Prince) and Steve Trevor are at a museum tour. (Fun Fact: this museum they're in is in the SNK world)
Diana: "So what do you think about the tour, Steve?"
Steve: "I like what I'm learning here. It's good to learn about the history of an alternate universe, and this one isn't as crazy as some of the others you and the Justice League have encountered before."
Tour Guide: "And this here is a diorama of the heavenly princess named Athena. Athena was bored with being a princess so she set out for adventure and fought all kinds monsters that inhabit Fantasy World, ruled by an evil emperor named Dante. Now to the next exhibit."
Diana: "Athena? Let me check it out."
Diana stumbles upon a diorama of Princess Athena battling Emperor Dante and his pet monster Cerberus.
Diana: "You know, I bet this Athena is as vigorous as the Athena I know of from my universe. What do you think, Steve. Steve?"
Steve: "Y'know, I have some questions to ask about the two Athenas."
Diana: "Why?"
Steve looks at a statue of Athena and tries to compare SNK Athena with DC Universe Athena
Steve: "Now this Athena was a rather rebellious princess who wanted to see the outside world. Meanwhile your Athena is a rather responsible figure who is always aware of her duties, like aiding you in battle. Looks like this Athena was a rather naive girl, in contrast to your Athena, who's called the "Goddess of Wisdom" for a reason."
Diana: "Well, yeah."
Steve: "And I'm gonna guess the Athena you're more familiar with dress more modestly compared to this Athena. *giggles*"
Diana: "Uh, I think we should continue following everyone in this museum tour."

*Regular Costume: Her New 52 attire
*Another Costume: Her Amazonian armor (as seen in Injustice: Gods Among Us as her Regime costume)
*Battle Intro: Wonder Woman bows to the goddess Athena and says, "Athena, guide me". She's blessed with the Lasso of Truth and as Athena vanishes, she gets ready to fight.
*Winning Pose: Wonder Woman unsheathes her sword and shield and swings the sword two times and then puts both the sword and shield away.
*Victory Pose: Two Amazonian guards women teleport behind Wonder Woman and Wonder Woman gets out her sword and shield and holds the sword in triumph after saying, "With strength comes purpose!".

Quotes/Special Quotes:
see Pre-Fight Conversations for Wonder Woman's special intro quotes

Winning Quotes:
-"An Amazon never surrenders!"
-"You are no warrior."

After-Match Quotes:
-(general) "No one, especially not you, can come against the Amazon."
-(general) "You're good, but you're not cut out to be the strongest compared to me."
-(vs. Ai/Fio/Kasumi/Yuri) "If you want, you can train with the Amazon."
-(vs. Aquaman) "Poseidon has abandoned you in this fight! Now there is no hope!"
-(vs. Ares) "With you defeated, there will be no more chaos in the world of man!"
-(vs. Ash) "Let go of your arrogance and narcissism! You need help more than ever."
-(vs. Athena) "The weird part is, I thought there was one Athena."
-(vs. Atomic Guy) "You are the strongest man alive? What about Clark Kent?"
-(vs. Batman/Superman) "Looks like you'll have to train harder next time."
-(vs. Billy/Black Adam/Lex Luthor/Nightmare Geese/Riddler) "You embody the worse in men!"
-(vs. Brainiac) "Brainiac, your evil will be no more!"
-(vs. Brother Blood) "You will not obtain blood samples from me, Sebastian!"
-(vs. Cyborg/Killer Moth/Maxima) "Luckily I've grown accustomed to this kind of technology, technology you'll never see in Themyscira."
-(vs. Deathstroke) "You have underestimated the Justice League once. This won't happen again!"
-(vs. Elta) "Poseidon? I thought there was only one Poseidon."
-(vs. Harley Quinn) "I've now beaten you twice!"
-(vs. Hawkgirl) "Alien technology like Nth is meaningless against me!"
-(vs. Iori) "You harbor too much anger, which is why you have lost!"
-(vs. Joker) "Your jokes are not funny, Joker! Now get loss before you face a much greater punishment, even if Bruce will look at me funny for doing it!"
-(vs. Janne) "Be lucky you won't get in trouble for falling for a man. Here in Themyscira, we Amazon are forbiddon to fall for men."
-(vs. Killer Croc) "I hope you are no demon because you look like you could be a minion of Hades!"
-(vs. Mary) "Even normal women outta train harder! Just look at Barbara Gordon."
-(vs. Mai) "Guess which woman is the strongest now!"
-(vs. Orochi) "I'll let the gods of Olympus deal with you."
-(vs. Scarecrow) "These monsters you sent after em can not work. Not as long as I am stronger than ever!"
-(vs. Shiki) "Do not worry, sister. You'll find happiness in Themyscira."
-(vs. mirror match Wonder Woman) "Why are you trying to copy me and my likeness?"
Why bring in Wonder Woman as the next DC character after Superman and Batman, you ask? Because they're both part of the DC Trinity that makes them iconic characters for DC Comics... but while they are of the DC Trinity, Wonder Woman's not in the same team as Superman and Batman however. She has her own team called Superheroines, who's other members will be submitted sooner than you think.

*Knowing that there are two different Athenas in each universes, this is the topic in her ending where Wonder Woman (as Diana Prince) and Steve Trevor try to compare SNK's Athena with DC Universe's Athena.
*Yes, her Regima costume from Injustice: Gods Among Us is her Another costume with a new name.

Wonder Woman DC Comics
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Act III:

2 months and 15 days ago

J'on J'onzz was on duty, gathering the Justice League into the tower.

JJ: Tower to base, we need all founding members here, immediately.

J'on was already there, along with the Flash and Batman. One by one, each 7 arrived. (Superman (Kent), Batman (Wayne), J'on J'Onzz (martian), Wonder Woman (Prince), Green Lantern (Stewart), Flash (West), Hawk Girl (Hall)

SP: What is going on?

TF: Do we have any food around here?

WW: Flash, now is not the time for---

TF: Ahh, here we go.
The team rolled their eyes.

J'on: I've been monitoring them around just a week ago (turns to screen). Huge drug cartel, but it seems like a fluke, viewing our screening satellites, it looks as though it could be something radioactive---

BM: It's not full of cocaine or heroin. It's disguised as so and is carrying a major mass amounts of weaponized material. I've been monitoring them from the bat cave---

TF: So that's where you've been

BM:  As I was saying, I've been monitoring them and who they've been communicating with, coincidentally their perimeters are staying within the Gotham Harbor and Metropolis. I haven't seen any changes. They tread very lightly.

GL:  and who might we say is up to this?

BM: With a heavy load such as that, and large amounts of weaponized material to wipe out both Gotham City and Metropolis, I'd infer it to be one of ours (looks to Superman).

SM: Check out Interpol, see who is in and who has yet to be taken in.

JJ: Superman, take Flash, and Hawkgirl. Batman, Green Lantern and Wonder Woman will assist you.
I am just a fan, creating a fan-based comic storyboard and designing a comic strip for fun.

However this particular comic-storyboard was written by me, and is my intellectual property.
Copyright (C) 2012 by Suvarna Shah

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ACT 5:

Hawkgirl scouted the waters and harbor.

HG: He couldn't have gotten too far, especially with the hit I gave him.
Eventually finding him unconscious, bleeding from his head, somewhat severely, drifted upon seaweed and dirt. She lifted him up and flew to where the other men and now cops were.

COP1: Thank you, Hawk Girl, Martian Man-hunter filled us in on what's been happening.

HG: Good, the Cargo is over there. The Justice League can dispose of it for you, properly if you wish.

COP 2: There's no need, but thank you.

Lex grumbles, eventually vocalizes

LEX: You'll all have plenty to dispose of, once the 3rd ship makes intermission, positioned correctly, the cargo can reach here and destroy every living organism around it! Only a few are immune, and those will dispose many of your dead carcasses!

HG: HG to watch tower, transfer please.

Once back on the Watch Tower, Hawk Girl went right over to Superman, who wasn't looking too good. J'on was able to remove the remains of the Kryptonite sample, however the residue that had rubbed off onto Superman was circulating within his blood stream.

JJ: I don't know what else to do for him, not until Batman comes back.

HG: They're not back yet?

JJ: No, Bane and the Joker are quite a formidable duo, remember it was Bane who broke ---
Batman entered with Wonder Woman and Green Lantern. Batman hung on to G-L and Wonder Woman.

BB: Bane who what?

JJ: Nothing, glad you're back, we need you. But it looks as though you've sustained injuries yourself.

BB: It's nothing.

He violently shook off GL and WW.

He walked over to Superman.

BB: we need to expose him to yellow sun radiation, we need Captain Atom. He can absorb the radiation of the sun and possibly generate the particles into a liquid form to inject into superman, with my help of course.

TF: Whatever we need to do to get the big guy rolling again.

WW: In the mean time, we should put him into the solar room, while Captain Atom absorbs the radiation and Batman can be fixed.

JJ: WW is right.

He walked over to the intercom and called for Captain Atom and assigned the mission at hand.

J'on assisted Superman with Flash, while Wonder Woman assisted Batman. All who was left were Hawk-girl and GL.

HG: What happened to him? You too look scuffled a bit.

GL: Bane is what happened.

HG: But Wonder Woman could have easily taken him out.

GL: Bane was and always has been Batmans opponent, that would never change nor will it. He quickly assigned us, and he took off. Was putting up a good fight, until…..


HG: until what?

GL:  I was against the Joker, while Wonder Woman took out the recruits, must've been 7 of them, not hard for her. She managed, up until one of them shot out theses new bullets that don't react on impact, but rather open right before it hits the target. This specific bullet had electrical netting which stabilizes its claim, momentarily. She screamed, Batman took one quick look, called out to her, and Bane chose his moment. I've never seen or known for Batman to ever get distracted, but this was different. Something is going on between them.

HG:  And I thought it was only us!?

They both embraced.

HG: Oh, you smell bad

GL: Thanks, it was one of Joker's gases, luckily I blocked most of it and LUCKILY it wasn't his laughing gas, I think it was something to knock me out, but it was real weak. He seems to be off his game lately.

HG: But you stopped the Cargo from shipping out right?

GL: Of course—

HG: Did they reveal anything about a third Cargo?

GL: No—why?

HG: Lex did, he kept saying, intermission….in the water, not exactly too sure where it would be coming from.

GL: We should go. FLASH!

Flash sped over, with a bagel in hand.

TF: What's up GL?

GL: I was just informed of another Cargo ship, we need to find it and stop it.

TF: No prob.

All three walked over to the screen, but didn't see any radioactivity signals.

HG: Why isn't it showing up! Isn't it the same material?!

GL: maybe they have an untraceable shield.

TF: We need to scout the waters. Besides, J'on is with Sups, he should be fine until
Captain Atom and Batman converse.

GL: He's right, Flash will come with me, you can fly on your own. Keep the lines open if anyone see's anything.
I am just a fan, creating a fan-based comic storyboard and designing a comic strip for fun.

However this particular comic-storyboard was written by me, and is my intellectual property.
Copyright (C) 2012 by Suvarna Shah

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"Alexandria no!" Artemis shouted before the Amazon Princess could advance. Alexandria looked to her commander with question. Why would she stop her from confronting Superman?

"That is not Superman..." Artemis simply stated with great severity.  Behind the imposter man of steel others rose into the air. All of them were Superman. The one in the center eyes' ignited with red light. Quickly a thin beam of heat vision escaped and fired down on the island. The Amazons quickly jumped for cover.

"It's a Superman robot!!" Tatyana quickly shouted in the air. She pointed her trident at the fleet of robotic Kryptonians. Lightning shot out of her trident and blasted four of the nine Supermen imposters. The robot men pummeled to the ground and crashed hard against the stone floor.

The remaining five robots shot through the sky as a piloted team. Alexandria flew into the air. With her hammer in hand she clobbered the Supermen, however one missed her blows and continued to soar.

"He's headed for the palace!" Artemis shouted with terror in her voice. Almost all of Themyscira shuddered with her. King Tristan was in grave peril. Without his powers he would be cannon fodder for the android, but the robot would never fulfill his murderous plot.

Just as quickly as he shot through the sky, a golden rope bound itself around the robot's torso just as lightning quick. Princess Selene gave one good tug and down the robot went. She flew in circles, force crashing her bound Superman into his fellow automaton brethren. One by one she obliterated them all until there was only one left. Her two sisters Alexandria and Tatyana watched with dropped jaws.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" she asked and shot past them towards her android foe. "We've got a battle to win!"

"Yes Ma'am!" her two sisters rejoiced. Princess Selene high kicked the robot into the sky and quickly shot into the air. She slammed her fists down and sent the metal down crashing down to the ground with the same effect as a meteor.

"So much for you being passive" Alexandria stated with her arms crossed. She held her hammer just in case, but there was no point. Selene was on a rampage! She stomped down on the android as it began to stand once more. Its metal body crunched under her feet.

"I am passive sister..." Selene responded calmly. She kicked the android across the battle field. "I do not harm people...however this hunk of tin isn't alive!" she said justifying her actions. She wasn't hurting anyone. She was simply beating up an oversized toaster.

"We've got trouble!!" Artemis shouted. With her bow drawn she fired a few arrows into the sky. The skies were flooded with winged demon women as well as flying machines, human flying machines!

"Harpies!" Princess Tatyana hissed. Somebody freed the Harpies from the underworld and they were now wreaking havoc on Themyscira!

"We have bigger problems!" Princess Alexandria shouted. She pointed towards the ground where the armored men were being accompanied by other beings. Armed with poisonous arrows the Centaurs stampeded through the island marsh. Human soldiers stormed with their semi automatic weapons. The Amazons were outnumbered!

"We've got another problem Sisters..." Princess Selene added with a calmed voice. She pointed towards the horizon. Past the enemy ships was an even greater threat. A green scaly figure appeared and slithered into the ocean depths. From the small portion that was spotted it was clear that this monster's size was greater than anything the Amazons could handle.

All around the island there were cries. Brave Amazon warriors fell to their deaths. The force of the enemy was too overpowering to even the most skilled of fighters. There was no hope left. The Amazons had failed.

"Triton!" Princess Tatyana shouted. Her sea lover quickly appeared at her side in a rush of ocean air. His presence salted the air and wisped the ground.

"My love?" he quickly responded. Tatyana handed him her trident and pushed him towards the shoreline.

"Summon your Atlantian warriors and by us some time with that sea monster."

Triton did not wait another second. He vanished in bubbly sea foam. The foam seaped into the ground quickly turning the dry dirt into moist mud. There was no trace that he had been there once the mud dried.

"I'll handle the Harpies!" Alexandria offered. She twirled her hammer in her hand and shot into the sky. The first Harpy that came within distance was clobbered like it was a fly falling victim to a swatter.

"I can take the Centaurs" Tatyana stated. She put one foot out and then stopped. What was there for Selene to do?

"Selene..." Tatyana said. Her baby sister looked to her. Her baby blue eyes begged not to be ordered to fight. "Tend to the wounded" she said after scoffing.

Tatyana sprinted into the battlefield with her trident in hand. It was already glowing with the power of Poseidon. She blasted out a bolt of lightning, instantly incinerating a rapid Centaur on the spot.

But what the women didn't see was the fast approaching threat. It was not as massive as the Sea Serpent, nor was it as numerous as the Centaurs and Harpies, but even so this threat was just as or even more deadly.

"It's a rapid Minotaur!" one of the warrior women shouted. She then cried out as she was slashed with her opponent's sword.

Running through the Amazons like a speeding snow plow was the Minotaur and at its helm was a rider. That's when things went from bad to worse. This rider was all too familiar to the Amazons of Themyscira, for the rider was an Amazon!

"Ebony!" Princess Selene cried. Betrayal was worse than any burn. It went under the skin and ate away at flesh and soul. Ebony was a traitor.

As if she were riding an unstoppable killing machine, which she was, Ebony tore through the Amazons' defenses and made her way towards the palace where the King was, but just as the minotaur's hooves touched the stone steps of the palace, it lost its rider.

Swooping down from out of nowhere, Artemis appeared and kicked Ebony in her jaw, sending her rocketing backwards into the air. The Minotaur however continued up the steps and crashed violently into the palace's doors. They shattered upon impact and the beast rode in.

"He's going after The King!" Artemis shouted. Across the battle field in separate positions the Princesses gasped in terror. Their father was in Danger!

Artemis flipped her sword in her hand and shot through the air with her blade in front of her. She went after the monster, leaving Ebony to the mercy of Princess Selene. She towered over her with her arms crossed.

"Of all people…I would've never expected betrayal from you…" Selene said. Ebony scoffed and stood up with her sword being drawn shortly after. "You turned your back on your people, on my Father-"

"Your Father is a fool, Selene!" Ebony shouted. She swung her sword. Quicker than lightning could strike down from the sky, Selene dodged the swipe and then pulled for her lasso. Holding it in both hands, she countered the incoming swipes of Ebony's sword.

"You can only delay me for so long!" Ebony boasted, "He granted me power! Power your Father could not! You cannot hope to defeat me!" she declared. Swiftly, Ebony kicked Selene's hands and forced her lasso free from her grip. After kicking the defenseless Princess to the ground, her attacker then kicked the lasso out of reach and held her sword into the air.

"And now you cannot hope to survive this!" she then said. Ebony shouted out and forced her sword downwards. Selene screamed and shut her eyes in terror. She crossed her arms over her head to defend against the incoming blade.

"Selene!" the other two Princesses cried. They were too far away to help and even if they were, they wouldn't have been able to stop what came next.

As Ebony's blade came down its path was interrupted from Selene's flesh. Almost instantly, a transparent dome formed around Selene. The blade crashed and shattered against the blue aura and Ebony jolted back. Selene opened her eyes after hearing the blade shatter upon impact with something. She and her sisters gasped with what they saw.

"If you thought this battle was over, you're sadly mistaken!" came a man's voice from the sky. He hovered to the ground with his fist out in front of him. The blue dome had a tail that pointed towards him, but not entirely to him. The dome was attached to the ring on his finger. It was a ring of a Blue Lantern.

"And I should only hope that you didn't that you could attack my sister and walk away!" the man then said with a very cold, very stern expression on his face. "Never fear dear sisters…" He said, "All will be well…"
There's a Prince? Wuuuutttt???

:bulletwhite: [link] (Chapter 1)
:bulletwhite: Chapter 4

The Crowned Son
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Arrows rained down by the hundreds. It did not take long for Artemis to rally her Amazon sisters and take a full frontal assault against their attackers. By the hundreds, fully armored men stormed the shores of Themyscira. They wore battle armor similar to the Amazons and seemed to have the same kind of warrior's fire the Themysciran women had as well.

"Amazons!" Artemis shouted over the noise of rushing war. "Attack!" she commanded with her sword pointed towards the enemy. She pulled on the golden reins of the Pegasus and flew directly towards the heart of the enemy's swarm. With a great swipe of her blade Artemis took the heads of four of the male warriors clear off.

A wave of angry women followed her down her path with their swords raised. By the hundreds the Amazons stormed into battle. But this was not an epic battle like David versus Goliath. This was a war of the century! While one man would fall on the battle grounds, he took with him two Amazons.

These Warriors's training was similar to the ancient Spartans. They were ruthless and cunning and organized. Whoever was at this Army's helm, he knew what he was doing. Steel clashed against steel. The cries of fallen Amazons were heard throughout the island. Paradise was lost.

"Suggestions Sister?" Alexandria asked as she tightened the grip on her war hammer. She and her two younger sisters were soaring above the battle field ready to engage. But they needed a plan. Tatyana remained unnaturally silent. She was strategizing the best form of attack.

"Perhaps it's best if we hold the front line…" Selene offered. She was against the violence, however seeing her Amazon sisters in such peril brought out a drive in her to help. "If we hold the line it is less likely for Themyscira to be sacked…"

The plan seemed plausible and the fact the Selene was offering war advice was rare. Tatyana contemplated the quick plan. Her thoughts were however short lived with the gruesome cry of pain coming from down below. There was a burst of immense purple flames that rained down on the island ground. The enemy had Dragons!

"Selene!" Tatyana snapped quickly as she released the trident from one of her hands. She had a plan now. "Tame that Dragon!" she ordered and began to fly away towards the shore. "I'll put out the fire!" she stated.

"And what shall I do, dear sister?" Alexandria asked crossing her arms. Tatyana stopped mid flight and smirked at her older sister.

"Crush them!" she ordered. Alexandria grinned and rocketed to the ground. Taking her hammer, Alexandria crashed into the battle. She wasted no time in hammering her male oppressors down to size. One by one, she crushed them all!

Lightning surged around the base of her weapon. Engulfed with power, Alexandria blasted lightning straight through several warriors. The cauterized wounds sizzled and left a burnt flesh smell in the air. Like an angry bull seeing red, Alexandria could not stop her assault.

"Alex, watch out!" Artemis warned and reached for her arrow, but it was too late. One of the male warriors snuck up behind Alexandria she was in battle. She turned around and fell victim to his war club. He directly hit her in her head.

The club broke in half and Princess Alexandria was unharmed. She glared at the man and then at the club he had tried to strike her with. Her cerulean eyes glowed violently with fury. She grabbed the man by his throat and hoisted him into the air.

"You stupid little man!" she said. Alexandria tightened her grip as the man struggled for breath. He clawed at her chainmail like skin with futile hope. The Princess scoffed and snapped the man's neck. A winged horse landed just feet from the Princess and Artemis jumped off of the magnificent beast.

"Are you alright?" the concerned woman asked. Princess Alexandria nodded and looked at the amount of blood on her hands. "Perhaps one day you will find a man that you can't break!" she said with humor in her voice. Alexandria looked wide eyed at her Aunt. Did she not know?

"Men…who needs them?" the Princess asked.

Princess Selene quickly made a large circle with her lasso. She whipped it through the air and planted it perfectly onto the ground. The fire all around quickly reversed its destructive path and surged around the lasso.

Besides being made of unbreakable material, the lasso of Truth is empowered by the Goddess Hestia and cannot be overpowered by any other flames whatsoever. Princess Selene was able to create a force field of Hestia's flames and killed down the fire from the Dragon's breath.

Quickly, Selene's Amazon sisters ran within the lasso's barrier to protect themselves from the flames. The Dragon however was still a threat that needed to be dealt with quickly. Princess Selene could not commit violent acts, but she could order her Amazons to.

"Amazons!" she called out. The warrior women looked to their young Princess with obedience. "Fire!" she ordered.

By the dozens the warriors pulled on their bow strings and fired their arrows at the black scaled beast. Its lime green devil eyes scowled at the warriors' futile attempt to injure the creature.

Opening its mouth, which was the size of a city bus, the Dragon spewed out more of its deadly purple fire breath. The Amazons huddled to the ground in fear, but the flames bubbled around them. The Dragon's fire could not penetrate the lasso's barrier.

"Do not yield my sisters!" Princess Selene said strongly. "We are safe within the lasso's border."

"And are we to remain here forever?" asked one of the warriors. A few of the other Amazons said similar remarks. Were they just to remain hiding forever? None of the Amazons had the strength and power The Princesses possessed. Only one of King Tristan's children could defeat such a creature.

"No, we will find a way to win this battle and-"

"This battle will be over the sooner you pick up a sword and fight!" said another Amazon speaking out of turn. Princess Selene did not receive the same respect the other crowned children did. She could easily pulverize any who opposed her, but she didn't!

"Ocean waves…heed my command!" Princess Tatyana ordered pointing her trident towards the sea. The weapon glowed with power.

"What do you need?" said a strong male voice from behind her. Tatyana gasped and turned around to see him. Her future husband Triton, the son of Poesidon.

"Triton!" Princess Tatyana squealed. She threw her arms around the God and hugged him close. He held her in and kissed her. They were in love from the very beginning, from children to young adults. Their union would be the merger of the millennium for two worlds. Themyscira and Atlantis would become one super nation, united by mystical ocean waters.

"Themyscira is under heavy fire and-" she started. Her lover put his hands to her lips.

"Then let's extinguish it, shall we?" he suggested. Triton didn't need much urging to help his bride. Whatever she were to request from him he would do gladly.

Together with both of their hands on the Trident, Tatyana and Triton commanded to sea to rise. The trident illuminated with an aura the same color as the sea's shine.

Huge globes of water rose first, filling the air with gigantic bubbles of sea water. Next, thick streams arose vertically out of the ocean the size of rivers. They merged together into one destructive column of water and began to roll onto Themyscira's shore.

"Hold it steady as I guide it to the fires, my love!" Triton said. Leaving Princess Tatyana's side, Triton plunged into the mass of water.

A sea green aura illuminated around his body, becoming full circle. Triton's eyes held the same glow and as if operating a giant automaton, he directed the water through Themyscira and towards the great dragon's fire.

"Now!" Triton shouted from within the water. Princess Tatyana shouted and waved her trident through the air in a striking motion. The water blasted out with thd force of a crashing wave and doused the fires almost instantly and then coated the land in salty sea water remains.

He stood in a place he had not stood in a long time, the temple. Themyscira had many patron Goddesses, but none held more meaning to him than her. Diana had died a true Amazon. She left the Amazons behind for Tristan to rule as King and it was up to him to prove Diana was wise in her decision.

He walked back and forth in front of her statue. It was all that could remind of him his fallen sister. Besides the statue was her armor. The golden tiara and breastplate had a soft glow from the torches. Her silver bracelets rattled with the earth as more destruction shook the island.

"I know it's been a while since I've last visited you…" Tristan admitted. His red cape coasted in the air as he walked. He was so much older now, so much wiser. But even so, Tristan would always seek help from his older sister. "I think it's just easier to not visit and remember that you're gone then to come and be reminded of that…Diana, Sister, Goddess…give me strength now…"

On the battle field, Princess Alexandria and Artemis rushed the frontal wave. They pushed the enemy back to the sandy beach shoreline and held the line there. There was more hope now that there was less of the enemy on the island, but even with that small victory the outcome of the war seemed grim for the Amazons and when all hope seemed to be bright for them, a signal rained in the sky.

A figure of a man came down. He was hidden by the sun and slowly descended into view. He was all and built more than any man could be. He wore a suit of blue with a red cape. There was a red "S" on his chest and his face was emotionless.

"Superman?!" Princess Alexandria questioned.
Part 2 of my Epic.. :D

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Thousands of years ago there was a great war against the witch Rita Repulsa who sought out galactic conquest. Her minions were vile and difficult to defeat but not unstoppable. Many lives have been lost and many sacrifices were made but The evil Queen Rita had been defeated and trapped with in the Earth's moon along with her greatest servants…

Across from Earth a space shuttle makes its landing on top of the moon's surface. "Huston we have landed" says one of the astronauts. The two astronauts then go walking across the moons surface. "I really have a bad feeling about this" states one of the astronauts. "What is so wrong? You wanted to fly to the moon and now here we are. What is the problem?" responding the other space traveler. "I don't know I just got a funny feeling". They both move on ahead across the moon's surface. One of them then moves towards a metal lid with alien markings carved into it. "What in god's name is this?" he says as he dusts of the metal lid. The other astronaut follows him towards the heavily sealed container in front of them. "Look at this thing. How long do you think this was here for?" one of them asks. "From the looks of it this could have been here for a thousand years" he answers. "Yeah right, I am guessing more like ten thousand. I bet this was here before we even evolved" says the second astronaut. "Well only one way to get any answers".

They both then went open the container using all of there strength in order to lift the heavy lid. As it opens a giant purple light blasts out of the container revealing a blue humanoid looking ape like creature with red demon like eyes and golden armor covering his entire body. On his head was a golden helmet and he sported two black feather like wings. Next to him was a grey elf looking creature with a pair of glasses on. This one resembled a alien scientist.

Then there was a black vampire like alien that resembled between the cross of a monkey and a bat. And next to him was a smaller chubbier creature with blue skin resembling a hob goblin. Behind them was the only one of the five that looked like a human. Her eyes had a craze to them as she looks at the astronauts. She had a weird looking hat one with two points on the top and a royal red dress one with some blue patterns. "Ten thousand years that mage has kept me locked up in here. Ten thousand years of being trapped with these four morons!" she yells out glaring at the astronauts.

She then walks over to one of them putting her hand under his space helmet. She then looks at him with sympathetic eyes. "But you freed us. You two wonderful humans freed us" she smiles. "The astronaut then laughs nervously as she got close to him. "You are welcome I guess" he says. "Goldar I do believe they deserve an award" says the female. "Of course Queen Rita" replies the blue creature in the golden armor. "Award? What kind of award?" asks the astronaut. Goldar then smiles towards them and in a raw he leaps at one jabbing his sword into his throat. The other astronaut looks on with fear as he slowly backs away from the five aliens. Rita then looks back at him and smiles. "Where are you going? The party has just gotten started. Ten thousand years have lead to this moment and it is time to celebrate!" she yells out as she points her body length wand with a red orb at the end of it towards the space traveler  and fires a giant inferno beam completely disintegrating the astronaut leaving nothing left but his screams.

Until now…
                          POWER RANGERS

It was a sunny day in Angel Grove California as a nerdy sixteen year old teen named Billy Cranston walks into the high school with his nerdy glasses, blue button down shirt, blue jeans, white sneakers, and a wrist watch. He had brown wavy hair that was just short from being mid length and brown eyes, standing at about six feet.

As he walks threw the halls he sees a group of popular kids talking to each other including the beautiful Kimberly Heart. She stood to be about five foot five. She Has blue eyes with eyeliner around them and long dark brown hair. She wore white high heel boots, black tight shorts, and a baggy pink T-shirt that slightly hung over her shoulders revealing the straps to a black tank top underneath.

Billy looks at the group of popular kids nervously and then tries his hardest to put on a smile as he approaches them. "Hey guys" says Billy greeting the popular kids. Everyone in the group suddenly stops there conversation and stairs at the nerd in front of them. Kimberly looks at Billy with such disgust in her face. "Yuck. Who let the geek come over here?" she asks as she examines the nerd as if judging a bad piece of meat at the market. "I just thought maybe we could…" Billy was then cut of by Kimberly "Look Cranston. No one wants anything to do with you. Why don't you go do what you people if we can call you that do best. Put your nose in a book or something". Billy then looked down in embarrassment as the other kids went to go laugh at him.

Billy then looks up at her and replies with "Fine maybe I will go put my nose in a book but at least I have the ability to read it. Something in society that is much more productive then getting drunk and waking up to a total stranger the next day with no memory of what happened the night before". One of the boys in the group then gets into his face. This kid seemed to be around six foot five and he was now towering over the nerd. "Are you getting smart with us Cranston?" asks the taller kid with a intimidating voice. Billy then looks away being afraid of getting beat up. "No" he replies in fear. "I didn't think so" he says before pushing Billy into a locker. After getting smashed against the locker he just stays there looking on as the group of kids walk off. "I just wanted to be friends…" he says quietly as they all disappear into the giant crowd in the school hallway.  

Later on in the school gym the seventeen year old kid Jason Scott was now teaching a martial arts class. He stood to be six foot one, has a athletic body, short brown hair, and blue eyes. He has on a pair of black sweats, a black karate belt on, a red sleeveless shirt, and black sneakers. He paces back and forth across the gym floor as he watches his student practice the art that he had been teaching them all.

As he watches them all practice he sees a bunch of black kids walk threw the gym door with a giant boom box. Jason walks over to them and says "Excuse me but I have the gym reserved for my class right now". One of the black kids walks over to Jason with a black tank top, grey athletic shorts that came down below his knees, white sneakers with a blue pattern on the sides. He has short, black, poofy hair. His eyes were brown and he stood to be five foot ten. Like Jason, Zack Taylor also appears to have an athletic body.

"Excuse me but if I am not mistaken you're the golden boy of the school, Jason Scott" states Zack. "I wouldn't exactly says I am a strait A student…" Jason was then cut off by Zack. "Golden boy is a nice way of me saying jock". "Well then I guess you are correct then" replying Jason. "So tell me how the hell does a student reserve a gym for a class. "I submitted an extra curricular activity to the principle and he approved of it. So from eleven to twelve I have the gym" answers Jason. "And what exactly is this extra curricular activity?" asks Zack. "Karate" he answers him.

Zack then raises a brow to Jason followed by a grin. "So let me get this strait. Our principle agreed to give you the gym for one hour so you can teach students to fight other people" Zack deducting the situation. "Well when you put it that way it actually does sound retarded. Actually I told him it was yoga and advance meditation" Jason explains.

Zack then bursts into hysterical laughter as he hears how ridicules this all was. "So you are telling me that you  teach a private class everyday in the gym because the principle thinks it is yoga when really it is a secret martial arts class?" asks Zack laughing. "I have to say man that is actually kind of cool. Anyone who can pull a fast one over the principle like that deserves some props. I'll tell you what we don't need the whole gym and I am sure you don't either. How about my gang take this half so we can practice our dance routine and you take that half and you can practice you karate" Zack suggesting to Jason. "Sounds fair" replies Jason. He then goes to shake Zack's hand. "Zack Taylor" Zack introducing himself to Jason. "Nice to meet you Zack".

Jason then walks back to his students and claps his hands together. Alright guys back to work. "You just backed down from him" stating one of his students. "No I just compromised with him. Greed does not lead to success but the ability to be able to work with everyone else. Being greedy creates enemies. Turning potential enemies into friends can bring you a long way" Jason explains. "What if that's not the case. What if that kid thinks you are a punk?" asks another one of his students. Jason then looks back at Zack who gives him a nod as a sign of respect. Jason then looks back at his student and says "You really think so huh".

  After the bell rings Billy walks out of the science hall seeing an Asian girl who was about five foot six, has long black hair, brown eyes, and a thin body, crying as she walks out of the art room.. She has denim shorts on with a yellow striped T-shirt on. Her name was Trini Kwan.

Billy walks up to her and asks "What's wrong?". Trini then turns around looking at the boy with the glasses behind her. She then quickly wipes her eyes. "It's nothing…" she says quietly. "It doesn't look like nothing" Billy replies. "It's stupid…" Trini argues with him. "Well why not tell me so I can be the judge of that?" he suggests to her. "That's exactly why. So I don't get judged" Trini retorts. Billy then puts his hand against the wall and looks at Trini with sympathetic eyes. "I know all to well what being judged is liked. I promise you I won't do that" he promises her.

Trini then thinks to herself and then looks at Billy. "I got a D- on my painting" she says sadly. "Your painting?" asks Billy. Trini then goes into her back pack and pulls out a painting of a mechanical god in the form of a yellow Saber Tooth Tiger. Billy takes a look at it and smiles. "It's beautiful" he compliments her. Trini smiles towards Billy as a result from his sweet compliment towards her. "You really think so?" she asks him.  

Billy then adjusts his glasses as he continues to examine the painting. "Why would your teacher give you a D- on this?' he asks her. "She says it is to unrealistic, too fantasy and she says unless I can paint realistically I can never be a real artist. "Logically if you can paint this you can paint the real thing" he states. "It is weird. I had a dream one night about this god like creature. It was made of metal and it resembled a Saber Tooth Tiger, so I painted it" explains Trini. "Well I think it looks absolutely great" says Billy.

Trini offers Billy a huge smile as she puts the painting back into her book bag and introduces her self. "My name is Trini. What is yours?" she asks. "Me?" he points to himself. "Of course you, who else?" she lightly chuckles. "Oh um… Billy, Billy Cranston" he answers her with a polite smile.

As she slides her book bag strap across her left shoulder she asks Billy if he would like to go on a date. Billy's eyes go wide out of shock and amazement. Never before has a girl ever asked him out before. "Me… I would love to" he says with a bit of nervousness with in his tone. "Tomorrow night then?" she asks him. "Tomorrow it is" he replies.

Trini then smiles and waves at him as she walks off. "I'll meet you after school then" says Trini before she disappears in the crowd in the school hallway.

Billy waves back and smiles. He then turns around seeing the two bullies of the school walk towards him. Bulk and Skull. Bulk was a fat person who was over six feet and Skull looked to be just a few inches shorter then him. Skull also had a thin body. Both had very short hair and both seem to have a punk rock/ metal head look going on.

Suddenly what was looking to turn into a very good day for Billy has just gone down hill as Bulk grabs Billy by the shirt and slams him into a locker. "Hey geek! Your payment is over do" Bulks says in a intimidating tone. "Yeah!" Skull adds as he leans in forward pointing his finger towards Billy. "But I gave you all of my allowance the other day" says Billy. "Don't play dumb with us dork. We know you have lunch money or something" says Bulk. Skull then starts pounding his fist into his own hand in as if he was trying to intimidate the book worm. "You better start paying up or else we will give everyone a real reason to make fun of you" Skull added. "Guys I am telling you I don't have anything!" Billy then raises his voice. Bulk then throws Billy into Skull who goes to hold him.

Billy struggles to get out of Skulls grip but to no avail. "Fine dweeb. Then I guess you are just going to have to get it" Bulk threatens as he makes a fist. Billy then closes his eyes as he awaits the inevitable beating.

Bulk punches Billy in the gut as hard as he can taking the breath out of him. "Guys please!" he pleads with them as Bulk continues to take his shots on Billy. "Sorry loser but this is what you get for getting loud with us" says Bulk as he punches Billy in the gut some more.

Bulk then cocks back as he prepares for a face shot, but before he can throw the punch Jason from behind grabs Bulks wrist and then kicks him in the ribs sending him into a wall full of lockers. As he hit's the lockers the big bully locks eyes with the martial artist. Jason glares back at the bully as he takes his martial arts stance. "You have a problem with me pretty boy?" asks Bulk as he gets back up. "Yeah I do. Why don't you pick on someone your own size?  Now get out of here" demanded Jason.

In blind anger Bulk runs at Jason and starts swinging at him. Jason easily dodges and blocks each strike  and then does a spin kick across Bulks face. "Skull do something!" Bulk yells out. "Hold on Bulk I got you" replies Skull as he goes to attack Jason from behind. Jason looks back seeing Skull in the corner of his eye and ducks just in time to void his swing. Once under Skull's attack he elbows him in the gut and then grabs the bully throwing him right into Bulk.  "This isn't over. I swear some how I'll get you back for this" Bulk trying to threaten Jason as him and Skull run off.

Jason then walks over to Billy and helps him back up. "Are you alright?" asks Jason. "Yeah thanks to you" he replies. "Four 'o clock after school" says Jason. "Excuse me?" asks Billy. "Meet me at the Angel Grove park at four 'o clock" demanded Jason. "For what?" Billy asks him in confusion. Jason looks back seeing the principle glare at him. Right off the bat Jason knew exactly what that glare was for. He then looks back at Billy and says "To learn self defense". He then walks off following the principle into his office.

After the principle sits down Jason walks in sitting across from him on the other side of the desk. "Jason I am very disappointed in you. The one jock in the school who thinks about more then just your muscles and now you are getting into fights. "Come on man what do you me want do? The guy was getting beat up by two bullies" Jason argues. "If you care so much then why not get a teacher?" asks the principle. "Oh come on who still gets the teacher? I thought I was in high school not kindergarten" he retorts. "So you think everything can be solved with violence?!" he asks Jason. "No not everything can be solved that way but I do know bullies. "They pick on kids who are weaker and scared of them. If no one stands up to a bully then the bullying will never stop. Bulk and Skull do not care if you give them detention, they make it there daily routine. If you suspend them then it is an early vacation for them. They sometimes need to be reminded that they are not untouchable if you want them to stop picking on other people" he answers him.

The principle then takes off his glasses as he tries to think about all of this. "Jason I know your yoga class is full of it. I know you are reserving the gym so you can teach self defense behind my back" says the principle. Jason then looks at him shocked eyes. "Wait if you always knew then why did you continue to reserve the gym for me?". "Because Jason… Off the record I agree with what you are saying. There is that part of me that remembers what it is like being a high school student that knows why no one ever goes to us. And there is that old school part of me that believes people should be able to stand up to bullies. Now why I haven't lost my job yet is because you didn't know that I knew. It was in my head and no where else. But now you know and you have gotten caught by everyone fighting. I won't suspend you but you no longer have the gym in reserve.

Jason then looks down in defeat. "I understand…" His record was still clean. With out that clean record he can never become a MMA fighter, or maybe a athlete in the Olympics. Thanks to the principles understanding he can still do that but now at the cost of no longer being able to teach his students anymore. Right now Jason was asking himself what was worse.

It was now four o clock and Billy was now in the park along with Jason practicing self defense. Billy though was doing good for his first time still seems to have sloppy form. He memorized the movements that Jason was showing him but he is unable to execute them correctly. He seemed to be nervous while practicing the art, causing his form to be weak and his execution to be slow.

Jason stops Billy for a moment to show him the correct way to execute the counter. "Step and move your for arm up above your head to block the upper attack like this" Jason demonstrates. "Then after that I want you to use your free arm to push your palm out with excessive force" he continues to show Billy how it is done. "Remember with each movement you take you need to step with it" Jason says instructing Billy. Billy nods towards his teacher as he lightly lifts up his left for arm above his head and then steps and weakly pushes his right palm out.

As he watches Billy, Jason notices that he is doing the moves right but it still seems in affective. "Billy you need to put your self into it. Do not doubt what you are doing, just do" instructs Jason "You need to have confidence in yourself".

Billy looks back at Jason showing disappointment in himself. "I am not really the most confident person Jason" explains Billy. Jason walks up to him and places his left hand on Billy's right shoulder. "Anyone can have confidence, it is just a matter if you can except yourself or not. Look over there". As Billy looks he sees Kimberly along with the school gymnastics team practicing acrobatics at a far distance. "Kimberly Heart has a reputation around the school as the popular girl. The one who thinks more about boys then school. No one would ever think she would have any hobbies outside of sitting next to the guy with the fancier car and look at what she can do. Most would think she has no athletic ability at all but there she is. And that Billy is confidence" Jason explains.

"Of course she is confident in her self. Everyone loves her. She is one of the most popular girls in school. She doesn't need to be smart to pass, everything is handed to her" replies Billy. "How is everything handed to her?" Jason asks "She is not rich, she has no real connections, all she has is confidence. Billy no one picks on you because you are a nerd, it is because you pick on your self. Everyone has a aura that can be seen. It represents what you think about yourself. If you think you are a worthless nerd then others will to. You know you are smart and that is where your confidence lays. That is why you can do so well in school but in everything else well you know the rest" explains Jason.

Billy then goes to sit down on the grass thinking to himself. Jason then follows and sits in front of Billy. "I am teaching you more then to just defend yourself Billy. I am trying to teach you how to be you" explains Jason. "Why do you care so much?" asks Billy. "Because beneath all that shelter you hide under I see a person who can do better things, someone who can be better. All it takes is one act to change the world".

Billy then looks at his watch and gets up. I need to go… my Mom needs me home for dinner plus I have a exam to study for tomorrow" explains Billy. Jason then gets up with him. "Same time tomorrow then?" asks Jason. "Can't, I have a date tomorrow" replies Billy. A smile then opens across Jason's face as he lightly hits Billy in his right arm. "A date? Billy you dog. Alright fine but the next day I better see you here" he smiles. Billy then smiles back. "I'll be here" he replies before grabbing his school bag and runs off. He then stops for a second and turns around. "Oh Jason? Thanks" he yells out before running off again. Jason grins as he watches Billy leave feeling a new joy with in his soul. It was at this point Jason realizes that he was now making a difference.

When Billy gets home he walks over to his mom and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "High mom" says Billy as he puts his book bag down. "He kiddo" says Billy's dad as he hands him a small package. "What is this?" asks Billy. "A package came in for you" answers his dad.

Trini was in her room painting yet another fictional character that was in her head. This one appeared to be a giant robot god. It had yellow glowing eyes, two red horns on the side of it's head, a shield over where the mouth and nose would be. As she painted she herd a spark come from a table on the side of her room were she kept her Saber Tooth painting. Trini then gets up walking to the table seeing a small golden coin in front of her painting covered in smoke. She picks up the coin and notices that it had a picture of a Saber Tooth Tiger on it. She then looks at her painting of the Saber Tooth god and back at the coin. "No way…".

Zack was sitting on a porch with a few friends listening to rap music as Zack felt something hit his head. "Ouch!" he gets up starring at the guy behind him. "What the hell man? Why did you hit me in the back of the head for man?" Zack complaining to his friend. "Yo dog chill it wasn't me ok?" says his friend. "Right so I suppose some magical coin just dropped out of the sky and hit me right…" he then cuts himself off seeing a golden coin right next to his feet. He picks it up seeing a picture of a Mastodon on it. "Never mind…". "Yo dog what is that? Let me see" cries out one of his friends. Zack then pulls the coin away and sticks it into his pocket. "Yo back off man! Finders keepers" he replies.

Kimberly was now at a diner with a group of her poplar friends laughing with one another about the stupid tedious things that they do when Kimberly goes to pay for her food. "That will be nine forty" says the waitress. Kimberly hands her a ten dollar bill and then receives a small chunk of change in return. As she sits down she notices one of the coins was slightly bigger then the others and it was gold. Under further examination she also discovers that there is a picture of a Pterodactyl on it. "Kim is everything alright?" asks one of her friends as she stairs at the coin with confusion. Kimberly then looks up and smiles. "Of course everything is fine. Why wouldn't it be?" she answers.

Jason was in his room doing his late night stretches when he hears a quick zap right next to him. Jason stops for a moment smelling smoke. He looks around sniffing as he wears a concerned look on his face. He then looks down seeing a small fire on the rug. "What the hell!" he yells as starts stomping on it to put the fire out. He succeeds seeing a burnt hole in the rug with a golden coin in the middle of it. He bends down with confusion in his face as he picks up the coin seeing a Tyrannosaurus rex on the coin. "Where did this thing come from?" he asks himself.

Billy was now in his room studying the coin under a microscope. With close examination he can see bits up blue energy surging threw the coin. However it was to small and faint to see with the naked eye. Billy then looks away from his microscope and picks up the coin starring at the Triceratops that was molded into the golden coin. "What are you?' he asks himself as he allows his curiosity to study the coin.    
After being trapped for thousands of years, the evil sorceress Rita Repulsa has returned with the planet Earth in her sites. In search for the five power coins she wishes to use there powers to release the powerful monster known as Moranar. With Angel Grove in her mercy the ancient mage from planet Eltar known as Zordon has given the five power coins to five teenagers in order for them to not only save there home town but to protect there planet from Rita's army. With her eyes set on releasing the most powerful being in the galaxy it is now up to the Power Rangers to defend the human race in this re imagining of the classic TV series.

Narration is done by Zordon.
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                          Themyscira, seventeen years ago…

  So much to do.  So much to consider.
  Darkness had settled hours ago and the house was finally quiet.  Though weary from a long day, Diana knew that sleep would be a difficult prize to claim, especially with everything in her mind that vied for her attention.  She lay on her back, right in the middle of her spacious bed as she stared at the ceiling with troubled blue eyes.  With one hand laying on her belly and the other arm curled around her head, she did her best to relax her body, hoping that her mind would soon follow.  Her long black hair was pulled to one side and was flailed out on her pillow and bed.  Her spacious bedroom was dimly lit in the warm blue glow offered by the full moon.  There were not many furnishings, only the bed, desk across the room under the window and a wardrobe that was made of some dark wood.  Two other pieces had joined them in recent weeks, though, and one was beside her bed, between it and the wall, and from here a sound came that had not been heard on this island for more than a thousand years, and the Princess of the Amazons sprang up from her bed in quick response to it.
  "Shh," she soothed as she gently took the fussy baby girl from her white and red bassinette.  Cradling the baby gently in her arms, she backed up and sat on the edge of her bed, her full attention on the squirming little girl she held.  With a big smile, Diana wrapped the baby in her pink blanket and said in a low, slight voice, "I thought you were asleep, Little One.  Are you hungry yet again?"
  The baby did not cry, but she stared back at the Amazon Princess with trusting blue eyes.  Not quite a month old, she knew her mother well on sight and by the sound of her voice, and being in her mother's arms always calmed her.
  Raising her brow as she stared down at the baby, Diana insisted, "We need to sleep.  That means both of us."  When the baby smiled at her, she could not help but smile back.  "You are going to be a horrible little scamp, aren't you?"
  "Much like her mother," another woman said softly as she approached.
  Diana looked over her shoulder to see her own mother, Queen Hippolyta striding silently around the bed, but her attention did not remain there long as it was reclaimed quickly by the child she held.
  The Queen was wearing white sleeping attire much like her daughter's and her long black hair pulled over one shoulder and bound with three white ribbons.  She sat gingerly beside Diana, slipping an arm around her shoulders as she asked in a low voice, "Is she fussy again tonight?"
  "Afraid so," Diana confirmed.  "Sometimes she sleeps well; sometimes she wants to be up all night."
  Hippolyta smiled as she stared down at the baby in her daughter's arms.  "Just like you were long ago.  I'll bet she is just anxious for a name."
  The Princess looked away and grumbled, "I know."
  "You've had almost a year to think about it," Hippolyta pointed out.  "Is it so hard a decision?"
  Looking back to the baby, Diana declared, "I want her name to be perfect, one that will suit her well and have meaning for who she will be when she grows up."
  "And who will she be?  Another great hero like her mother?"
  Diana loosed a deep breath and shook her head.  "I hope not.  I pray that her life will be full and rewarding but not fraught with conflict as mine has been."
  Gently stroking her daughter's hair, the Queen pointed out, "That may be a matter of destiny.  Both of her parents are heroes, after all, and both stubbornly defend what is just and good."
  Closing her eyes, Diana grimly said, "I know, and I don't want that life for her."  Looking back to the little girl she held, despair was in her eyes as she clenched teeth, and with a shake of her head she continued, "She should only know about the best of this world.  She should know how loved she is, how…  Mother, I just could not bear the thought of what would happen if my enemies ever found out about her."
  "Or her father's enemies?" Hippolyta added.
  "Or his," Diana confirmed just over a whisper.
  "So you will never tell him about his daughter," the Queen concluded.
  Her mouth tightening to a thin slit, the Amazon Princess hesitantly shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.  "I want to.  Hera knows how I want to, but…  Mother, I am just so afraid of what could happen, what our enemies would do to her if they found out."  She ran her fingers through the baby's soft, black hair.  "She is so innocent, so… so sweet and perfect.  It must be my vow to protect her first and always, my vow to her, to our people and to the Gods to keep her safe."
  "Your vow to the Gods," Hippolyta said softly, absently.  A sparkle lit her eyes as they cut to Diana, and she simply said, "Elissa."
  Diana's eyes snapped to her.
  "It is from the old language," the Queen explained, "Greek, from the land we came from."
  "Elissa?" Diana breathed.
  "It is an ancient name, one that means a commitment to the Gods.  If that is your vow to her and to the Gods…"  She raised her brow.
  A little smile found Diana's mouth and she looked back down to the girl, to her daughter.  "Elissa.  Mother, it is beautiful, and it suits her so well!"
  Hippolyta pulled the Princess to her, hugging her tightly.  "Then my granddaughter is finally named?"
  With a nod, Diana confirmed, "Yes.  That shall be her name.  It is perfect.  She shall be my commitment to the Gods, to the world, to peace, and she shall have my absolute commitment.  I will protect her with all I am, teach her all I know, and I shall give her as wonderful a life as you gave me."
  Something solemn took the Queen's face as she stared at the innocent baby her daughter held.  "And her father can never know about her?  You will never tell him of his daughter?"
  "I want to," Diana assured, "but I don't dare.  She can never be like him, or like me.  No, she will see beauty in the world, not its ugliness.  She shall be warrior trained but she shall know compassion and mercy."  She kissed the baby's forehead, then stroked her hair and smiled.  "Warrior trained, yes, but when the time comes the world will see her as the beautiful and sweet angel she is now."

                          Patriarch's World, present day

  Golden Angel slammed into the double doors back-first and exploded through them, not stopping until she hit the bookcase on the other side of the lavish meeting room.  Crumpling to the floor, the small heroine was pummeled by books and decorations from the shattered shelf, and she took a few seconds to collect her wits before raising her dark, crystal blue eyes to the enemy who strode toward her, her brow low over them.  With a little snarl on her mouth, she stood, her red gloved hands clenching her bare fingers into tight fists.  Golden gauntlets encased her forearms and sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the meeting room.  Her right shoulder was bare and a single strap held her red top in place, a top that left her midriff bare as well.  Right across her chest was a symbol of the two worlds she came from, the golden image of a falcon but with the lower wings of a bat.  Her long blue trousers were adorned with white stars down the outsides of the legs and met gold trimmed red boots that were nearly as high as her knees, and a pouch laden belt was buckled around her waist.  Though her hair was worn in a pony tail that dropped to her lower back, many locks had stubbornly spilled over her gold tiara, one with a blue star right in the center, and she angrily combed them out of her line of vision.  She was not a tall girl, slightly less than five foot six, and while generously built for a girl of only seventeen years and well muscled in arms, legs, shoulders and back, she was very lean and not heavy looking at all.  At a look, one would never guess that this small, almost fragile looking heroine was endowed by her Amazon heritage with strength many times that of any mortal.
  But her opponent was not just any mortal.
  The nine men at the long, heavy conference table all sprang to their feet and looked to her as she squared off against her big opponent again.  These were mostly fellows in their thirties and forties, but for the white haired man, the best dressed of them, who was at the far end of the table.  They got but a glance from the beautiful little Amazon who had disrupted their meeting, but she had their full attention.
  Raising a hand to the businessmen, she glared at the big woman who stormed into the room and ordered in a voice befitting a girl in her teen years, "Stay back.  I've got this."
  They all retreated, and all turned their eyes to the door as Golden Angel's opponent strode in with heavy steps.  This was a huge woman, about six foot six and very broad shouldered.  She had a thick jaw for a woman but attractive features otherwise with lovely dark amber eyes that had her brow held low over them.  She wore ancient Roman style armor that was gold in color, Roman infantry sandals that had straps winding around her legs all the way to the knees and a short red skirt.  Her arms were immensely thick, much thicker than most men and her legs were even thicker.  This was a woman who had more a man's muscle tone and size, but her gender was given away by her generous bosom, her small waist and broad hips.  Long red hair was restrained behind her by a big metal barrette that was gold and in the shape of a human skull, and nearly the size.
  Stopping halfway to her tiny opponent, she pointed a thick finger at her and shouted, "Now you've made Herculeeta mad, little girl!"
  Golden Angel's eyes narrowed and she growled back, "Do not call me that!"  She charged with amazing speed and as her much larger opponent threw a crushing punch she ducked under her arm and delivered a solid blow to the big woman's solid belly, caving in the armor plate that she hit.
  The big woman's elbow came back hard and slammed into Golden Angel right between the shoulders, sending her down to the floor.
  Slow to push herself up, the little Amazon found her neck seized by her bigger foe and she was hoisted from the floor and slammed into that book case again.  She rose quicker this time, but clumsily, clearly trying to get her wits about her.
  The big woman tore the damaged armor plate from her belly and tossed it aside, then she held her fists before her, cracked her knuckles as she stood a few feet away, her eyes locked on those of her young opponent.  "Oh, yeah.  It's time for Herculeeta to bring some serious pain."
  "Come and get it," the little Amazon challenged as she assumed her battle stance.
  With a mighty yell, Herculeeta charged and swung her fist hard, intending to crush her little opponent once and for all.
  Golden Angel darted aside and the big woman's big fist narrowly missed her, and when that fist slammed through the bookcase and into the concrete wall behind it, Angel kicked as hard as she could, slamming the top of her boot into the now unarmored belly of the big woman and doubling her over.  Wasting no time, she followed up with a hard punch to the side of the woman's head, finally felling her with a loud, floor shaking thump.  She backed away, her eyes on her downed foe as she drew in deep breaths.
  "Okay," she said as if to herself.  "One down."  Her eyes widened as her big opponent pushed herself up and turned an infuriated glare on her.  She backed away, into the conference table, and there she saw a large silver tray that had a pot of coffee, five white cups and a box of doughnuts on it.  She picked up a cup and turned it upright, set it down on the tray, and then picked up the coffeepot.  With a quick check to see Herculeeta clumsily getting to her feet, she looked over her shoulder to the men who were huddled on the other end and asked, "Is this decaff?"
  They all shook their heads.
"Good," she said as she poured a cup.  Setting the pot down, she picked up the cup of steaming hot coffee and smelled it, smiling slightly as she observed, "Mmm… Rich Columbian."  She looked up to her big opponent, who approached with apprehensive steps and her hands curled into tight fists.
  Herculeeta stopped about two feet away, towering over her small foe as she suggested, "Grab you one of those doughnuts too, and enjoy it.  It's gonna be your last meal."
  Raising her brow, Golden Angel asked, "Want some coffee?"  Without waiting for a response, she splashed the hot coffee into the big woman's face.
   Covering her eyes with both hands, Herculeeta screamed as she stumbled backward.
  And Golden Angel wasted no time in charging and ramming her shoulder into the big woman's belly, driving her back a few steps.  She picked her up, then lunged forward and down, driving her opponent's shoulders and head as hard as she could into the tile floor and the room shook as she hit.  Leaping on top of her, she raised her fists and pummeled the big woman in the head and face, striking as hard as she could.
  Herculeeta struck back, her big fist slamming into her smaller opponent's side, her ribs, and Golden Angel cried out and lurched over.  The brawl on the floor continued under the fearful, watchful eyes of the men across the room.
  It ended suddenly after a hard uppercut to the big woman's chin, one that knocked her unconscious.
  Staggering to her feet with her tiara dangling from the middle of her ponytail, Golden Angel stared down at her defeated foe, struggling to catch her breath for a second before she spat, "Hair pulling?  Really?"  When she turned toward the men who had witnessed her battle, her tiara fell from her hair and she looked down as it hit the floor.  Retrieving it from the floor, she combed her hair back before putting it back in its place.  "Everyone okay?" she asked.
  They all nodded, and the white haired man stepped forward, striding slowly around the table.  He never took his eyes from her as he slowly approached.
  With four steps, Golden Angel had approached the table, looking to the box of doughnuts before turning her attention to the man who neared her, and innocently she asked, "Can I have one?"  When he nodded, she offered, "Thank you," as she picked through and selected one.
  A young blond woman wearing a red top with Wonder Woman's symbol across the front and blue jeans ran into the room and stopped halfway there as her eyes found the unconscious Herculeeta.  This was a very attractive woman, a little older than Golden Angel and about the same height, though better muscled and slightly thicker in the body.  She had silver colored gauntlets clamped around her forearms and a gold tiara on her brow that bore a red star in the center.
  Golden Angel turned to her, chewing on a bite of the doughnut she had selected as she greeted with a full mouth, "What up, Wonder Girl?"
  Setting her hands on her hips, Wonder Girl stared down at the big woman who slumbered on the floor and asked, "So, you got her, huh?"
  "Yup," the little Amazon confirmed.
  "What happened to observing and gathering information?" the blond woman asked.
  Golden Angel finished her doughnut and shrugged.  "I had a decision to make and…"  When the blond woman raised her brow and shifted her eyes to her, she heaved a heavy breath and confessed, "Okay, she saw me."
  "Red Robin's not going to like this," Wonder Girl warned.
  Turning her eyes to the floor, Golden Angel nodded.
  Titans headquarters, located inside a mountain that towered over a beach at the coastline, was not designed for comfort, but its inhabitants had made it so.  A large, well lit sitting area with two big, comfortable couches flanked by three recliners with a third between the couches was as colorful and homey as any house would be.  A big screen TV hung over a console that was both a remote computer station and gaming center.  This day it was off as the young heroes who lived there were just getting settled in after a long day.
  Wearing blue jeans and a dark red tee shirt, Red Robin was dressed for comfort, but still wore his mask as he stormed into the common area.  Behind him were Superboy and Kid Flash, neither of whom seemed to be in a good mood.  Superboy's attire never seemed to stray from his black tee shirt with the red 'S' symbol of Superman in the middle and his blue jeans.  Kid Flash was appropriately dressed in shorts, sandals and a yellow button up shirt with a variety of floral patterns.
  Behind them was Wonder Girl, still in her blue jeans and red top.  She had abandoned her boots, leaving them in her quarters.  Walking with her was Golden Angel, whose foul mood could easily be read on her expression.  She had abandoned her crime-fighting attire altogether and only wore blue running shorts and a red tee shirt that read Chicks Rule! in big white letters.  She was also barefoot and this only exaggerated her lack of stature among her colleagues.
  Red Robin stopped behind one of the couches and laid his hands on the back, leaning on it as he angrily stared at the table in the middle of the room.  When everyone caught up to him, he simply barked, "I don't care anymore.  This is the third operation in less than a month you've screwed up!"
  Golden Angel folded her arms and informed, "We got Herculeeta."
  "We've got nothing on her," he snapped.
  "She was attacking two people!" Golden Angel cried.  "Did you want me to just let that go?"
  "What happened to her not seeing you?" he demanded.
  "She only saw me after I came in and flattened her," Elissa spat.  "What did you want me to do, Tim, allow her to hurt or kill someone?"
  He pushed off of the couch and wheeled around, storming right up to her as he shouted, "We only got one of them, and now the rest know we're on to them and that's going to complicate things.  This was the last time, Angel.  I don't need someone on my team who can't follow the plan!"
  About five inches shorter than him, she set her hands on her hips and glared up at him.  "We also have to think on our feet out there!  That and I was kind of under the impression we were supposed to protect people!"
  "How about protecting them a little more quietly," he suggested with venom in his words.  "If you couldn't take her then you should have called for back-up."
  "I did take her!" she pointed out, taking a half step toward him.  "You want me to show you how?"
  Superboy stepped between them from one side, Wonder Girl from the other.
  "Look, guys," Superboy cut in as he nudged Golden Angel back a step, "we don't need to come to blows here.  It's over with, okay?"
  As Wonder Girl nudged him back a step as well, Red Robin growled, "We didn't have any problems like this before she showed up.  In fact, everything was running smoothly."
  "Well," Kid Flash corrected, "as smoothly as can be expected with this bunch.  Look guys, let's just go to our corners and cool off for a while."
  Robin and Angel glared at each other for long seconds, and finally she wheeled around and stormed toward her quarters.
  Golden Angel's quarters were in disarray.  Clothing littered the floor, her desk was a mess, the bed was unmade and a bath towel hung over the back of the chair that was pushed into the desk.  The closet door was open and inside the closet was littered with items that did not quite make the laundry basket.  Shelves on the wall by the desk and door were also cluttered and disorganized.
  This was just how she kept things.
  As the door slid shut behind her, she threw herself onto her bed and rolled over on her back, staring angrily at the ceiling for a time as she tried to allow herself to calm down.  She vented a few deep breaths to relieve her anger, but she was a little too agitated for this to work.  Here she lay for about a half an hour.  Things just were not going well and she felt like the new kid who was just too easy to blame.
  When someone knocked on the door, she knew that it was Wonder Girl, and she heaved a heavy sigh.  Really wanting to be alone, she did not want to answer, but a second knock prompted her to call out, "It's unlocked, Cassie."
  The door slid open and Wonder Girl padded in, her eyes on her little Amazon friend as she neared.
  Golden Angel turned her head away, feeling that she was near tears.
  Ever so gently, Wonder Girl sat on the bed beside her.  She was unable to speak, even though they both knew there was much to say.
  Drawing a deep breath, Golden Angel guessed, "So I've been voted off the island, huh?"
  Wonder Girl turned her eyes down and nodded, confirming, "Yeah."  There was a pause, and finally she looked back to her friend and suggested, "Take some time off.  Go home for a while and…"
  "Get my head on straight?" Angel grumbled.
  "Nobody wanted it to be this way," Cassandra informed.  "The team has to come first.  I mean, everyone likes you—"
  "Except Tim," Golden Angel interrupted.
  "Elissa, Tim's just that way.  He can be really abrasive sometimes, especially when we're on a mission.  I guess Batman really rubbed off on him."
  Golden Angel finally turned her head and looked to the blonde Amazon girl.  "He's resentful because Batman's my father.  That's it.  He thinks I'm trying to push him aside or something."
  Looking away, Wonder Girl softly admitted, "I don't know."
  Elissa sat up, anger in her words as she said, "Yes you do.  He hasn't liked me since I was brought here and he's looked for any excuse to get rid of me."
  "It isn't that, Elissa," Wonder Girl informed.  She finally looked to the smaller Amazon and continued with harsher words, "You seem to think the rules here don't apply to you.  You jump in and start a brawl when we're supposed to be quietly observing, and then it's never your fault when the mission fails.  It's happened three times in less than a month and I've tried—"
  "So now it's all my fault?" Golden Angel barked.  "I guess it hasn't occurred to anybody that I don't need some stuck-up little butthead telling me my job!  I did just fine before!"
  "You weren't part of a team before!" Cassandra loudly countered.
  Elissa stared back quietly, then looked away from her.
  "Everything must be coordinated," Wonder Girl said with an authoritative tone.  Standing from the bed, she set her hands on her hips and continued, "That means we have a leader, someone who coordinates the mission, and like it or not Red Robin was that leader on those three missions you botched up for us."  Her hair flailed as she wheeled around to leave.  "When you go crying to Batman and Wonder Woman, see if you can tell them what really happened here."
  Golden Angel watched her leave, and watched the door for a moment even after it closed.  Slowly, she turned her eyes down, then she slowly raised a hand to her eyes as the cruel truth began to finally sink in.
  Later, in the subterranean garage of the Titan's lair, Elissa strapped her packed duffel bag onto the back of her big red and white motorcycle.  She had changed into black boots, tight fitting blue jeans with holes worn into the thighs and the same red tee shirt beneath a leather jacket that was unzipped and open.  She turned to take one last look at the vehicles they would use in their missions, the other motorcycle that belonged to Tim, and her eyes found Red Robin standing a few feet away.
  He was watching her with blank eyes and his arms folded.
  She stared back at him, then turned back to her labors and pulled the strap hard one more time.  "Well, it looks like you're finally getting what you want.  I'm out of here."
  "What makes you think I want this?" he countered.
  Elissa wheeled back around to face him.  "Oh, come on, Tim.  You've wanted me out of here since we first met."  She turned back to her motorcycle and slipped the key into the ignition.  "You're getting what you want so just leave me alone."
  He grabbed her arm and spun her back toward him.  "Maybe if you'd take just a minute to quit feeling sorry for yourself you'd see the big picture.  This is a team and if only one member doesn't pull her weight then the whole thing falls apart, missions fail and someone can get hurt or killed.  We're out there doing what we need to and you go charging in like some glory seeking newbie and wreck everything we've worked for."
  She jerked her arm from his grip and spat back, "Situations change and plans become useless!"
  "You changed those situations," he pointed out, "just like you did today."
  "She was going to hurt those guys!" Elissa cried.  "What did you expect me to do?"
  "I expect you to do your job.  You can protect people without jeopardizing the rest of us!"  He looked away and vented a hard breath.  "Look, Angel, you're good at what you do.  Really good.  You just need to get your head in the game and work on being part of a team."
  Folding her arms, she narrowed her eyes as she pointed out, "I guess I'm just too much like my father."
  "Batman knows how to be part of a team," Tim countered.  "He also knows how to make a plan work and how to look out for his team mates."  He turned around and walked away from her, saying as he did, "Call me when you grow up and can do that."
  She watched him leave the garage and kept her eyes on the door for a moment even after it slid shut.  His stinging words would not leave her.  He was right, and that was painful.
  Turning back to her bike, she picked up the helmet and just stared at it for long seconds before gingerly sliding it over her head.
  She stopped at a gas station just outside of Gotham City to refuel her thirsty bike, and while she filled the tank, her cell phone rang and she reached behind her with her free hand to retrieve it.  Opening it with her thumb, she looked down at the caller ID and a little smile found her lips as she put it to her ear and greeted, "Hey, girlfriend!  What's up?"
  "I am so tired," Stacy's voice complained from the other end.
  "Oh, come on.  Terrance working you that hard?"
  "Um, yeah!  When we're not working we have these all night parties to go to, then it's wardrobe checks, dealing with twiggy little supermodels and then runway rehearsals…  Oh my God!"
  Elissa laughed.  "Yeah, sounds like fun."
  "He never sleeps!" Stacy cried.
  "I know somebody like that," Elissa assured.  "So how's Paris?"
  "Oh, it's great!  Walter flew in to spend some time with me and Terrance is going to give me some time tomorrow to spend with him.  We're going to do the whole tourist thing."
  "Sweet."  The pump shut off and Elissa put the nozzle back.  "So when are you coming home?"
  "First of next month if everything goes as planned.  I can't wait to see you and have some girl time, but I guess you're going to be pretty busy with the Titans, huh?"
  She turned her eyes down and admitted, "No, not really.  I'll be free when you come home."
  Stacy shouted with her hand over her phone, "Okay, I'm coming!"  She said in a regular tone, "Hey, roomie, I got to go."
  Elissa nodded and said, "Yeah, okay.  Find some time to enjoy Paris and I'll see you next month."
  "Sooner if I can talk you into coming out here.  It's great!"
  With a little smile, Elissa assured, "I'll try, okay?  Catch you later, BFF."
  "Take care, BFF.  And be careful with your job!"
  Slowly closing the phone, Elissa finally started to realize how much she missed her little roommate.  She slipped the phone back into its pouch and climbed aboard her motorcycle, and she felt the weight of a very heavy heart as she started it.
  Not even an hour later she found herself in the city, cruising along as she had on the highway and passing car after car on her way toward the coast.  The chirp of a siren behind her prompted her to check her mirror and she found a police cruiser in close pursuit.  Checking her speedometer, she mumbled, "Oh, crud," as she realized why.
  Pulling over at the next opportunity, which turned out to be on the side of the road at a busy sidewalk, she cut off the bike and pulled her helmet off, combing a hand through her hair as she laid it on the fuel tank.  She looked to her left as the officer, who was a big man in a black uniform, strode up beside her and opened his ticket book, looking down at it through his dark sunglasses.
  With an arched brow and a pitiful look, Elissa timidly greeted, "Hi."
  "Ma'am," he said with a dry voice, "may I see your license and registration?"
  Her brow shot up and she asked, "My what?"
  An hour later she found herself in Gotham City's police station, huddled in a chair beside a cluttered desk.  Her many infractions did not warrant sitting in a jail cell, but they did warrant her motorcycle being impounded and her being detained.  Granted a phone call, she only knew of one person to call, and she prayed her mother would not find out.
  Some time ago the officer who had been processing her had taken her information, what little she had to offer, and walked off, assuring that he would be back for her.  He had not returned for a while.
  That nervous crawl in her stomach only seemed to get worse and worse as she was made to wait.
  He finally returned and sat down, his eyes on the paperwork he had brought with him.  This was a big man with thinning hair and a bushy mustache.  His shirt was dingy and he wore brown trousers that were held up by suspenders, and a shoulder holster for his gun.  His old brown jacket was laid on the back of his chair and he leaned back against it as he put on his reading glasses to look over the papers in front of him.
  "Okay, he finally said, "Miss Prince.  No driver's license, no ID, no registration, no inspection on the bike, no Social Security number…"  He pulled his glasses off and looked to her.  "You want to tell me your real name?"
  "Elissa," she replied.  "Elissa Prince.  I already told you."
  "Yeah," he drawled.  "Well, Elissa Prince, you were clocked going twenty over the speed limit and driving without a license on a bike that's not registered in this state, or at all.  So where did you get the bike?"
  "It's my Mom's," she answered timidly.
  He raised his brow.  "Your Mom's."
  She nodded.
  "Elissa!" someone called.
  They both looked to see a very well groomed and very proper looking white haired man in a black suit approaching them.  He was wearing an English driving hat and had driver's gloves in his hand.  A thin salt and pepper mustache was on his lip and he held his eyebrows high as he approached them with long and dignified steps.
  As he reached them, he held a small black purse to her and informed in an English accent, "I noticed that you left the house without this again and somehow I knew it would get you into trouble this time."  Shaking his head, he looked to the officer and declared, "Sometimes this younger generation needs to be watched so closely."
  Elissa hesitantly took the purse, her eyes on the strapping, thin gentleman who stood before her.
  The officer looked to her and asked, "Your ID in there, Miss?"
  She glanced at him, then looked to the purse and opened it.  Finding a pink leather wallet inside, she retrieved it and was about to fearfully open it and look, but the gentleman took it from her and offered it to the officer.
  "I say," the English gentleman said as he shook his head, "you would forget to dress yourself in the morning if not reminded."
  The officer took a driver's license from the wallet and looked it over, then he cut his eyes to her and handed the license and wallet back to her.  "Okay, Miss.  That takes care of that problem.  Now we just have to clear up the issue of your mother's bike."
  The gentleman sighed and turned his eyes to the ceiling.  "You took your mother's motorcycle?  Elissa, don't you remember our talk?"
  "I guess not," she mumbled.
  He shook his head again and looked to the officer.  "I trust it has been impounded."
  "Afraid so."
  "Very well," the gentleman sighed.  "I'll send for it in the morning and take care of all of the necessary fines."  He looked to Elissa and shook his finger at her.  "You have a good scolding coming, young lady.  Now come along.  We should retrieve your belongings and get you home."
  "She says she's seventeen," the officer informed.  "I'm afraid I can only release her to a family member."
  "Oh," the gentleman said, "not to worry.  My name is Alfred Pennyworth and I am the girl's uncle."
  Raising his chin, the officer declared, "Oh!  You work for Bruce Wayne, don't you?"
  Elissa's eyes widened.
  Alfred confirmed, "Why yes I do.  I've worked for the Wayne family for many years now."
  Nodding, the officer assured, "No problem then.  I'll process the bike and have it ready to pick up by morning."
  "You have my thanks, my good man," Alfred offered.  "Come along, Elissa.  Let's get you home.  I have to be back in time to prepare Master Wayne's lunch."
  As she stood, the officer, barked, "Hey, kid!"
  She looked to him with frightened eyes.
  Pointing a finger at her, he ordered, "You stay out of trouble."
  Nodding, Elissa assured, "Yes sir.  I will."
  Down on the street, a long black car awaited them right outside of the police station.  Elissa carried her duffel bag over her shoulder and Alfred led the way to the car.  Arriving there, he pushed a button on the key and the trunk lid swung up, and he turned and took the duffel bag from her.
  As he laid the bag in the trunk and closed the lid, he looked to her with a little smile and asked, "Are you hungry, Miss Elissa?"
  She turned her eyes down and nodded.
  As he walked by her, he patted her shoulder and assured, "I'll have lunch ready shortly after we arrive at the mansion."
  "Thank you," she offered timidly as he opened the back door for her.
  She removed her jacket and folded it over her arm, and as she slid in she froze as her eyes met the blue eyes of Bruce Wayne, and he did not look happy.  When the door closed, she suddenly felt trapped.
  Settling herself gingerly on the bench seat as far away from him as possible, and pressed up against the door, she turned her eyes to the floorboard and laid her jacket across her lap.
  The engine started and the car lurched forward.  It was a very smooth ride and the inside of the car smelled like fine tooled leather.  In fact, the seats were leather, a dark tan in color marbled in a light brown.  The deep carpet on the floorboard was red, as was much of the trim in the car.  Ahead of them and beneath the window that looked into the front seat was a glossy wood console with a few hatches in it, speakers mounted on the ends and in the middle and what appeared to be drawers underneath with gold colored round handles.
  The quiet in the car was unnerving and she timidly cut her eyes to him.
  He was still staring at her.  Dressed in a silk business suit that was a navy blue, he had his legs crossed and his hands clasping that knee.  Black shoes were perfectly polished.  His hair was perfectly groomed.
  Forcing a little smile, she waggled her fingers at him and greeted in a meek voice, "Hi."
  His eyes narrowed slightly.
  She cringed and drew her shoulders up.  "I, uh… I guess you talked to Tim already."
  "Yes," his deep, authoritative voice confirmed.  "You mind telling me what happened?"
  Turning her eyes down to her lap, she shrugged and confessed, "I guess I don't work and play well with others."
  "That sounds about right," he agreed.  "Three missions in less than a month, Angel.  That team had a perfect operating record until about three weeks ago."
  Her mouth slowly tightened to a thin slit.
  "Why did you come to Gotham?" he asked.
  She took a while to answer, then shrugged and replied in a whisper, "I don't know."
  "I don't accept that answer," he informed coldly.  "Now tell me why you came to Gotham."
  Reaching down for the deepest truth, she finally, slowly turned her attention to him and confessed, "I… I want…"  She drew a deep breath.  "I want to know my father."
  Bruce's expression did not change, but he raised his chin slightly.
  "I want to know you," she repeated.  "I'm… I'm part of you and…"  She looked out the window.  "I know, it sounds childish and corny, but I just want to know my father."
  Silence consumed the inside of the car and only the drone of the engine could be heard.
  He shattered that silence with, "It doesn't sound childish or corny."
  She slowly turned her attention back to him.  His expression was no longer so hard and she swore she saw the hint of a smile there.
  "I really thought you wanted to join up with the Titans and continue working," he told her.
  "That was Mom's idea," she corrected.  "I want to join the Justice League, but all I hear is I'm not ready."
  "Judging from the last month, you aren't."
  That stung and she turned her eyes down again.
  "Do you want to be?" he asked.
  With a little nod, she softly confirmed, "Yes sir."
  Bruce shifted in his seat, turning slightly toward her.  "What kind of a commitment are you willing to make?"
  "I don't know," she replied.
  "I don't accept that answer," he barked with a harsh tone.  "What kind of commitment are you willing to make?"
  She slowly turned her gaze on him again and answered, "Whatever commitment I need to, I guess.  Do you intend to teach me some stuff?"
  "Do you want to learn?" he countered.  When she nodded, he nodded back and said, "Then I'll teach you.  But first, I want to know you."  He finished with a wink.
  A little smile curled her mouth.  "I want to know you, too."
  A half hour later they arrived at Wayne Manor and Elissa's attention was fixed on the huge house as they drew closer.  Once in a while her gaze would drift to the scenery, the statuary, the groves of tall trees, but for the most part she was mesmerized by that house.
  As the car slowed to a stop in front of the huge mansion, she had her hands pressed against the window and her gaze fixed upward, and a little smile on her face.  "Wow," she breathed.  "That has got to be the biggest house ever!"
  Bruce opened the door and began to step out, pausing to say, "It's got a pretty impressive basement, too."
  Elissa had her duffel bag slung over her shoulder when they entered and she froze in the cavernous foyer, turning her eyes up to the grand ceiling and the elaborate woodwork and carvings and chandeliers above her, the huge arched window and the two gargoyles perched on its ledge.
  Alfred walked past her and her father, who had stopped a few steps beyond and looked back at her, and he informed as he strode into the house, "I'll have lunch prepared within the hour, Master Bruce."
  "Thank you, Alfred," Bruce offered, his eyes still on his daughter.
  Striding forward with slow steps, Elissa turned circles as she looked around her at the amazing antiques, the woodwork and paintings, the huge staircase that swept up toward the open second level…  She followed him up the staircase where more antiques and paintings and suits of armor waited.  Even the ceiling was ornate and finely crafted.
  When she paused at the top of the stairs, he cleared his throat and asked, "You coming?"
  "This place is totally awesome!" she declared dreamily.  She finally looked to him with wide eyes.  "You live here?  Seriously?"
  Bruce nodded.  "Yes, seriously.  Come on.  I'm going to give you the southeast room with a great view of the ocean.  There are also some wonderful sunrises from there."
  All of the doors appeared to be nine or ten feet tall and made of some kind of dark hardwood, and he opened one and strode in.
  The room he led her into had a huge canopied bed on one wall, two matching antique dressers that looked like they were crafted of oak, an antique wardrobe on the opposite wall from the bed, a door on that wall that appeared to go to a private bath, a door on the other side that opened into a huge walk-in closet.   Right between the two tall windows, each at least six feet high and about three wide, was an old oak roll top desk with a high back and very comfortable looking leather chair pushed into position.  Light was offered not only by the windows, but by two crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling.  About forty feet wide and almost twenty deep, this room was huge!  Two ornate rugs were on the floor, one in the middle of the room and one under the bed.  The nightstand had an old looking, very pretty lamp on it, and on the other side of the bed there was an identical nightstand with an identical lamp.  An old chest was at the foot of the bed, one that was ornately carved with brass that trimmed it and heavy brass locks that kept it closed.
  Elissa dropped her duffel bag as her eyes swept the room once more.
  Bruce stood beside her, and after a moment he asked, "Is this okay?"
  "This is my room?" she breathed.
  "If you want it," he replied, "and for however long you decide to stay.  The bathroom is right over there.  I've had it modernized and it has a whirlpool bathtub and separate shower, a vanity and everything you should—"
  She wheeled around and threw her arms around him, burying her face in his chest as she said, "Thank you!"
  Hesitantly, he slipped his arms around her and hugged her back.  "It's no problem.  Alfred will make sure you have fresh towels and he'll turn your bed back when you're ready to go to sleep."
  She nodded, still holding onto him.
  "Why don't you freshen up," he suggested.  "Alfred will have lunch ready in about an hour."
  "Okay," she whispered, still holding on to him.  "Thank you, Daddy."
  The words touched him as none ever had and he hugged her a little tighter.  With a little kiss on the top of her head, he whispered back, "You're welcome, Angel."
  Lunch was all she expected and more, and Bruce was amazed at how much this petite but muscular girl could eat!
  The dining table was more than twenty feet long and crafted of darkly stained oak.  The ten chairs that surrounded it were crafted of the same oak and ornately carved on the high backs.  They had leather seats and leather backrests, deep cushions and were very solidly built.
  Bruce sat on one end of the table, closest to the door where the kitchen was.  He had changed from his suit and now wore khaki slacks and a black tee shirt.  Elissa, seated cross legged in the chair to his right, wore black shorts and a red tee shirt that had Batman's symbol across her chest.  The shirt fit her very tightly and her bosom stretched the bat symbol quite a bit out of form.
  Resting his cheek in his palm, Bruce asked, "So let me get this straight."
  She pushed her now empty plate away from her and took a drink from her crystal glass, her eyes fixed on his.
  He continued, "You got taken in for speeding, no registration and no driver's license."
  Elissa nodded and set her glass back down.  "Yeah.  The speeding part is something I just got careless on.  The driver's license thing…  Who knew you needed a license just to drive one of those?  I mean, come on!  They should let the public know about these things!"
  He shook his head.
  "So what do you want to do today?" she asked.
  "I have a watch with the League this evening," he replied.
  Her eyes lit up and she asked, "Oh, can I come?"
  "I'm afraid not, Angel," was his answer, "not this time.  Getting you to the watchtower is going to take more than just a trip there.  The senior members of the Justice League all have to agree that you're ready."
  The sides of her mouth drooped and she slammed her chin into her palm, looking down to her empty plate as she grumbled, "Oh."
  "Want to see the Bat Cave instead?" he asked.
  Her eyes snapped to him, and her lips curled up into a big grin.
  "This is totally awesome!" she declared as they stepped from the elevator and into the cavern below the mansion.
  Lights had come on as they entered the cave and everything in there was illuminated.  There was a workbench of some kind to the left, glass display cases to the right, beyond them were racks of equipment and tools.  To the far right, and across a wide stone and concrete bridge that spanned a small subterranean pond was a huge computer console that had one big screen right in the center and above the main work station with two smaller screens on each side that were controlled by four more work stations.  It also had other ports for all kinds of input devices, lights all over it and three black leather chairs waiting in front of it, the tallest of which was at the center console.  The whole apparatus was about nine feet tall and was black and covered with a variety of lights, some of which blinked on and off as hard drives activated and rested and data was processed.
  Looking beyond it, Elissa saw something she recognized, a huge, fast looking car with a jet exhaust at the back and the form of a jet fighter.  With a long nose, it was black and dark gray in color and had a fighter's canopy over the cockpit, and she smiled as she saw it.  Parked in the center of a huge turntable, it was facing a tunnel that looked like it headed to the outside.  There was so much to see, and yet she knew there was no way to see it all at once.  Bruce stopped beside her and folded his arms.  "This is where I do most of my work.  I also conduct quite a bit of League business and research down here.  There are more rooms and I have a training center back on the other side of the elevator."
  "How big is this place?" she asked almost dreamily as she scanned the cavern.
  "It winds under most of the estate," he answered.  "I'll give you the fifty cent tour, then I want to do some sparring with you."
  She cut her eyes to him.  "Sparring?  With me?  Daddy, I'm little but I'm still an Amazon."
  He patted her shoulder.  "I'll try not to hurt you."
  With a big smile, she folded her arms and said, "Yeah, right."
  "I have to report to the Watchtower about midnight and I'm likely to be up there until tomorrow evening.  Do you think you can occupy yourself while I'm gone?"
  She looked up to him again.  "I'll figure out something to do.  Can we spend some time together until then?"
  He slipped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.  "I'm going to spend every minute with you until I have to leave."
  She wrapped her arms around him and smiled as she laid her head on his chest.  "Cool.  Can we go out and fight bad guys tomorrow night?"
  Bruce took long seconds to answer, but finally he squeezed her to him and replied, "I'd like that, Angel."
This is the first chapter of WONDER WOMAN: LEGACY, THE RISE OF GOLDEN ANGEL, and is the next chapter in Elissa's story. Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

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Chapter 2 [link]
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Dame never intends to be a parent, but on the off chance she gets with someone who really wants kids, then she'll adopt. She doesn't intend to adopt any babies but what the fuck ever let's get on with this…

First and foremost: Sex, genitalia, and the like will be an open discussion all the time 24/7.

Obviously I won't be doing things in front of the kid or to the kid but I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever in a million years make the poor thing feel like their body is wrong, gross, dirty, or the like, or that sexuality is the same.

The child will never be ashamed to come to me with questions, curiosities, help, and general discussion about their body, other bodies, sex, and the like. I will make sure of it. It will be as natural to talk to me about it as it will be to talk to me about dinner.

I will never hesitate to say the words "vulva", "vagina", "clitoris", "penis", "testicles", "anus", "nipple", "breast", and the like. Oh well okay that might be a lie I might not resist the chance to listen to a kid say "pee pee" or "wee wee" in reference to dick. But I'll tell them it's a penis but they can call it pee pee if that's too hard.

(Oh lol I just remembered a story of Zed's childhood, The Bad Pee Pee)

Heheheh, hard. Oh yes, bad sex jokes are going to be the staple of my home.

You know I first thought I'd teach when prompted, because kids never want to get The Talk unannounced, and usually when it's done it's too soon or too late and the kid just wants to die on both occasions. I had to change my mind though because society just doesn't want us to talk to our kids and so kids will be pressured from society to not talk to us and thus we take our influence out of our kids' lives by not bringing it up even if we think the complete opposite of the popular opinions. We allow ourselves to be undermined and thus perpetuate the motion of this sickened wheel.

Well first of all we need to break The Talk down to sprinkle over time based on level of importance and when it could best be appropriate. Also, we don't want to overwhelm the poor thing. It's going to be a tough going because regardless of how you feel it's still hard to bring up a serious subject without a good opening and certainly I've noticed saying things out of the blue really leaves people confused for a very irritating long while and you just end up not wanting to talk to them anymore even if the subject is finally ready to get going.

Okay anyway the first subject I will bring up and will continue to ever continue to bring up is the subject of sexual abuse.

I will always tell them the things they need to do when they are in trouble, what can be done to the best of their abilities to avoid trouble, and how to cope with trouble if nothing can be done.
I will not tell them to dress correctly, to be paranoid of people, or any of that crap. I will teach them no matter who they are, they can be raped, or they could rape. I will tell them what IS sexual abuse, so they will never be confused about what they are doing or what could happen to them. I will tell them the situations that can arise, not just the "man in the bushes" incident, not just the "spiked punch" incident, not just the "passed out in the wrong place" incident. I will tell them all the incidents, and tell them how to read warning signs, and, if incidents should occur, how to protect themselves, and what to do after.
(Also I will hope to god they are better at remembering faces and names and clothes than I am.)
I will tell them there's no shame in being sexually assaulted, that they should never feel bad about themselves. It is never their fault. It is never deserved. I will teach them to stand up and voice out.
And I will hope that my teachings will reach them and make them strong advocates for themselves and others, and that they will always do the right thing.

And then there will be the body positivity. I will tell them there's nothing wrong with wanting to touch themselves, with experimenting with themselves. I will reiterate my points about sexual boundaries, the whole, "good touch, bad touch" spiel, but I won't center it around adult abuse but also abuse from their peers. I will tell them there's nothing wrong with any touches they try to do to themselves, if they are male it's okay to like penetration and if they are female it's okay to not like it (referencing their bodies). I will tell them it's okay to be uncertain and to just do what's comfortable, but to never totally abandon touching themselves if it feels too weird at first, but…
This will bring up the subject of transgenderism which I will lightly touch upon up until their mid pubescent ages. By then they should know if they feel differently about their bodies, though I'm not saying they'll know for sure their gender identities, but by then they should be able to voice their discomfort is what I'm saying. I won't accusingly bring it up, I will just make note that some people aren't comfortable in their bodies and that's okay too, and if they are not they should tell me so I can help them to feel comfortable.

Now on that subject though I will bring up the importance of self examinations and cleansing. The nipple, breast/chest, genital, and anus areas are areas often skipped over or improperly cared for because people are too disturbed with the thought of touching themselves or asking questions about these places.

Then there's anatomy. This will be tied in with immediate above two items. I will tell my children about their anatomy. Not just their head, shoulders, knees, and toes, but all of it, to the best of my ability (after all it's not like I'm majoring in it). Again, it will be, vulva, clitoris, vagina, penis, testicles, anus, nipple, breast. And there will also be talk about erections, genital lubricants, ejaculation, and menstruation.
The only problem I have in this area would be if I had an intersex, ambiguous, or otherwise nonconforming child. Then I'd have to ask an expert about some things and we'd learn together. However considering how such children are treated at birth, their chances of being as they should are low, especially if they are up for adoption. Which will be more problems. God I really hope that doesn't happen, it will be expensive, hard, and everyone will be heartbroken.

But another thing I will tell them about in regards to anatomy is the involuntary horrors that children often go through. Hopefully one day they will grow up to oppose them as much as I do, and fight.

Ah yes, on that subject, I will NOT raise my children according to gender roles. I will do my best not to, anyway. Despite what many people would like it's not possible to always oppose The Man, no matter what he has influenced you some how. The best you can do is the best you know how and hope that if it is not completely good that your children will be able to take from your example and improve upon it.
Anyway, I will tell them about gender roles and what they mean and do, and tell them they should be the person they want to be and to hell with everyone else. I will tell them the best they can do against bullying is to hold their heads high, to laugh, and to stick to the people who are positive. But I will teach them not to be so proud as to ignore criticism; I will try and instill in them the ability to recognize when one should change and when one shouldn't.

Okay getting off that little intermission, the last thing to cover of course is sexuality itself.

I will tell them they can not have sex before they are 13. I will tell them I'm not happy with sex before 16, however, I will tell them I will understand if they still do it. I will tell them there's nothing to be ashamed of when you are informed and okay with what is going on. And, of course, I will inform them to the best of my abilities. I will tell them about safe sex and contraception and abortion. I will tell them sex is not just for reproduction. I will tell them there's no shame in having sex. I will tell them there's no shame in not wanting sex. I will tell them you're never too old to lose your virginity. I will tell them there's no shame in never losing it. I will tell them about sexual orientation. I will tell them there are many ways to express sexuality. I will tell them there are many ways to be otherwise intimate with your partner. I will tell them about healthy relationships. I will tell them not to be discouraged. This, like sexual abuse, will never be a topic to leave in the cold. I will always talk about it.

Sex will always be talked about. It will never be a taboo subject in my household. Ever. I will never be condescending with my children's questions and curiosities, I will always love to explain the same thing over and over again if desired. Sex-related reading material will be ever-present if I can help it. I will direct them to sites and places if they feel too uncomfortable with me even then.

This is how I will raise my children, and this is how I believe they should be raised. I will do this all to the best of my ability, after all the future is unpredictable, especially when minors are involved.
I wrote this little "speech" of sorts in protest of someone setting up a keen on Tumblr about people being open about sex with their children and teaching comprehensive sexual education.
Because apparently that will turn their kids into "sluts who'll get raped".

Well, there will be no slut-shaming or victim-blaming in MY household! Should I adopt, that is, of course.
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For a glorious twenty years he ruled over his Amazon sisters preaching peace and love. He even opened the borders of Paradise Island to the rest of Man's world. The perfect utopia was available for all to enjoy, but now, Themyscira was under attack on the very shores that were once closed to the feet of man.

"Themyscira will not fall while I am King!" Tristan promised. While his powers were almost nonexistent he was still a deadly warrior who should not be trifled with.

He was surrounded by his Amazon council, they were his inner circle. These were not only the fiercest of the Amazons, but also thd smartest and most experienced in combat. His three daughters were among them, the Princesses of Themyscira.

"Then we shall fight!" Artemis declared. Artemis had become Tristan's personal Champion when he chose to give up his powers. She fought for him and was willing to die in his honor. She raised her sword into the air. Every Amazon in the room joined her. They were all brave and willing to die for Themyscira.

"Prepare the Archers and fetch for my horse!" King Tristan ordered, "If we are to die, then we shall do so on the battlefield!" the amazons cheered.

All together they left Tristan's throne room, leaving him in the protection of his daughters. The three princesses were among the most powerful, their king was in very formidable hands. They were also all mirror images of her, of Diana. But each of his three daughters represented a different part of the fallen Amazon Princess. Alexandria was the oldest and represented Diana's fire. She holds her own in a fight and commands the battlefield. Alexandria represented a true Amazon Warrior.

Tatyana was the middle child and like Diana, she was a clever strategist. She never made a move without being certain she had the upper hand (which she always did). She had as much brain as she does brawn, but has the wisdom of how to wield both. Tatyana represented a true Amazon Commander.

Selene was the youngest of all of King Tristan's children. She represented the purity and love her late Aunt had. She was also the most passive. While trained in every form of combat her Amazon sisters had been trained in, Selene had never before engaged in battle.

"And are we to remain absent of yet another fight, Father?" Alexandria asked scornfully. She was very much so a warrior and did not like the idea of her home being threatened and doing nothing about it. With or without her father's blessing, Alexandria planned on fighting in this war.

"I am only trying to do what is best for you" King Tristan said. Deep within his heart, he could trust his daughters to do well in battle. However, it did not mean he wanted them to go off into war. No parent wished to see their young go off to serve.

"Father…" Tatyana said standing beside her older sister. "Many years ago you taught us that a true Amazon does not run away from battle, but leap towards it. You taught us that it is braver to die doing what you know in your heart is right then to stand by and watch what you believe in fall…"

"Well we believe in Themyscira." Alexandria butted in. "And we believe it is time for you to stop thinking of us like your young daughters that you need to protect-"

"And start thinking of us as your Amazons that can help you defend" Tatyana finished. They presented a strong argument, one of which left King Tristan with no words to counteract. He knew they were ready. Closing his aged blue eyes King Tristan nodded and complied with his daughter's wishes.

"It is in your blood to fight for what is right…and so I will let you go" King Tristan said. He was not talking as their father anymore, but as their King. Alexandria and Tatyana both adjusted their impenetrable silver bracelets with smiles on their faces and waited for their father's command.

"You two shall lead my front line" He ordered, "Alexandria, you can command the Amazons like no other. Tatyana, your strategic battle plans can surely be our upper hand today, but before I deploy you…I must first arm you…"

The two princesses' ears perked with this statement. They already had gifts of great power granted to them by the Gods themselves, but what more could they possibly be given? King Tristan snapped his fingers. In a rush of white light, two legendary artifacts appeared in his hands. Both were from myths of old, and both equally powerful. In his left hand, King Tristan held a massive hybrid war hammer. It had a long handle with a curved blade at one end of the colossal block.

"Alexandria…" King Tristan said raising the hammer/ax into the air. "A gift from the Norse God of Thunder himself, The Mjölnir… slayer of Giants and the Midgard Serpent. Take it…

Slowly Alexandria stepped forward and grasped the handle of the weapon. Lightning surged around it as she did so. However Alexandria had dealt with Godly lightning before. She took hold of the hammer and raised it into the air. Lighting and wind blew all around her. She clutched the Mjölnir with both hands and gasped.

"Do not fear its power" King Tristan said. "For it is yours to command." The lightning stopped and revealed a newly transformed Alexandria. Her powers had almost tripled now. She could take on armies with her newly found strength.

"Tatyana, consider this an early wedding gift…from myself and your soon to be father-in-law" King Tristan said presenting his second daughter with a golden Trident. The princess gasped. There was no mistaking this Trident, it was his. Lord Poseidon had given up his Trident to the bride of Triton, heir to the Ocean Kingdom.

Tatyana grasped the Trident tightly. It too glowed with power just as Alexandria's hammer had done. The God of the Seas had always held Tatyana in his favor and bestowed upon her a most unbelievable gift. He had given her one of the greatest weapons of legend.

He had not forgotten his passive youngest daughter. Selene had tried to stay under the radar as her older sisters were being super charged with weapons. However King Tristan had a gift for her as well, whether she liked the idea of being a warrior or not.

"And finally, my little Selene…" Tristan cooed. The young princess shook her head. Denying the very idea of being in the war.

"Father please!" she insisted, "Amazon I may be by birth, but I am no warrior!" King Tristan's collected face stoned for a moment. While nobody objected the fact that a warrior's spirit was not one with Selene, in the time of war there was no room for the weak hearted.

"A Princess has a duty to her people…" King Tristan simply stated. His tone however was not that of a loving father, but of a King who was heartless and demanding. He would not yield to his daughter's wishes. Whether she liked it or not, she was going to fight.

"Father, I…" Princess Selene started. She knew there were no words to save her now. His mind had been made up.

"Come forward child, come forth and accept your gift." said her King. Selene dropped her shoulders and bowed her head. Complying with her father's orders, Selene approached and held her hands out. King Tristan still held a cold face to her. He unlatched the golden rope from his belt and placed it in her open hands.

"I give to you the golden lariat of Hestia…" King Tristan said. Selene perked her head up.

"The Lasso of Truth?" she asked.

"With it, you are the personification of fire" King Tristan said, "Use it well and with compassion…" there was a horse's whine. Artemis was now present once more with Tristan's black Pegasus. The horse was fitted with golden armor. Even the beast was ready for war.

"My King!" Artemis announced, "Your horse is ready!" King Tristan smiled and nodded. He was however not done with his gift giving. He snapped his fingers and in a hot white light, new totems were bestowed onto Artemis.

"By the Gods…" Artemis said examining her new silver bracelets. She would recognize them anywhere! They were the gauntlets of Atlas! The very same gauntlets that provided her with super strength when she held the title as 'Wonder Woman'. And on her feet were the sandals of Hermes! The same sandals that gave her the ability to fly and move at super speeds. By all intensive purposes, Artemis was Wonder Woman once more.

"You will go in my place Artemis" King Tristan announced. "My strength is not what it used to be and the Amazons need a strong leader. Take my horse so there will be no question who is in charge." he ordered.

She was his best soldier. Without a word Artemis climbed on top of the Pegasus and pulled on its golden reins. Raising her sword up high over her head, Artemis pulled on the horse's reins, causing the magnificent beast to stand on its hind legs.

"For King Tristan!" Artemis declared and the Pegasus took off into the sky. "For Themyscira!"

They all watched as she flew off into battle. Artemis was the epitome of an Amazon. she was brave, bold, daring, cunning. she was all of the things that made a warrior truly great. King Tristan raised his sword into the air.

"Go my daughters...raise hell!" he commanded. On his word his three daughters took to the air. Alexandria and Tatyana without hesitation flew off after Artemis. Selene remained lingering in the air however. It was a very big possibility that this was the last time she was going to see her father.

"You are who the world needs you to be..." King Tristan said in his fatherly tone. Selene was his youngest child. She still was a child. She flew after her sisters, waving farewell to her father.

"You are Wonder Woman..." He said with a spark in his eye.
This is based 50 years in Tristan's future. His time in the mortal world ended and he returned to Themyscira to serve as King.
His own League had broken apart.
Wonder Woman is gone.
The Future is in the shits right about's up to the children of Tristan to save the day...

:bulletwhite: [link] Chapter 2

The Crowned Children
:bulletred: Princess Alexandria [link]
:bulletblue: Princess Tatyana [link]
:bulletyellow: Princess Selene [link]
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