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Prologue


       It has been months ever since that fateful day. After that incident, I truly regretted killing my only best friend, the one who made me feel joy and happiness. And now, the whole town knew about this and I am feared by them. Some townsfolk were sent here to search for me. I knew this place isn't safe anymore. I need to move out from this place. I must find a new home.

       Greetings child, I go by many names. Der rifer, Grosse Man, Tall Man, those are my names and I am known for them. But there is only one name that you might be able to recognize me, Slenderman.

       I move out from the forest as quickly as my legs can. I had been moving place after place; I've climbed up mountains and walk through different places. Ever since I moved out, I've trusted on my instincts just to survive. I've learned that every forest had a town nearby, and that is not the kind of home I wanted. I fear that incident might happen again. I must keep distance from those greedy humans. I need to go further. Until I reached a town, a ghost town to be exact, with no humans running around, a town full of fog, a silent and peaceful place. I knew that this was the perfect place to live in. I read the sign before me:

       "Welcome to Silent Hill" The sign says.
Hey there guys.. so this is just another sequel connected to the first story I made as a sequel from someone else's story.. wait, what?

anyways, more chapters will be posted every Fridays (Saturdays in some areas) and take note that it is always on Slenderman's POV...

if you want to know about the incident, click here.
Chapter One

Credits time!!:
Slenderman (c) Victor Surge (correct me if I'm wrong)
Silent Hill Series (c) Konami
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夜の空
星を見に来た
その代わり
光った物は
暗い姿や

Yoru no sora
Hoshi wo mi ni kita
Sono kawari
Hikatta mono wa
Kurai sugata ya

Night sky
I've come to watch the stars
Instead
The thing that glittered
Was a dark silhouette
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叫ぶばら
汚い景色
遠い海
朱に染まって
きれいになった

Sakebu bara
Kitanai keshiki
Tooi umi
Ake ni somatte
Kirei ni natta

A shouting rose
Dirty scenery
A distant sea
Covered in blood
Became beautiful
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Um gole de Bourbon para aquecer a alma e para apagar a memória. Eu andei pela neve lá fora, vendo o céu laranja escurecer lentamente. Ela apareceu na minha mente por um segundo e novamente eu fiquei deprimido. Mais um gole. Deitei na neve, ignorando protestos de meu gélido corpo, e fiquei à deriva do vento, minhas mãos cada vez mais geladas. Eu tinha deixado a pousada às nove da manhã, e agora já era quase noite. Não sabia mais onde eu estava, nem se conseguiria voltar para a pousada antes de congelar até a morte, mas não me importava. Tudo que se passava por minha mente era Aline. O anjo dos olhos castanhos, dos cabelos negros, das bochechas que coravam no frio e na vergonha. Ela tinha ido embora.
Eu conheci Aline com o começo do inverno. Todo mês de Junho Henrique, Fernando e eu íamos à Bariloche esquiar. Junho começava o inverno, então era a melhor época para o esporte. Henrique não era muito bom, mas Fernando e eu tínhamos bastante habilidade. Instalamo-nos na pousada Posada Caliente, como fazíamos todo inverno. O dono da estalagem já nos conhecia, e deu-nos os mesmos quartos que sempre pedíamos. Como havíamos chego tarde da noite, quase meia-noite, fomos direto aos nossos aposentos, cansados e com sono.
— Señor Frederico! — o dono sorriu com mais entusiasmo que o normal, interrompendo-nos enquanto subíamos aos nossos quartos.
— Por favor — respondi ao sorriso, encabulado — me chame de Fred.
— Perdóname, señor Fred. Pero venho avisar ustédes que três chicas guapas se hospedaram aqui.
— Guapas? — Henrique perguntou. Ele e eu não sabíamos falar espanhol.
— Bonitas — Fernando explicou pacientemente — Três garotas bonitas se hospedaram aqui.
— Bem — foi a vez de Henrique sorrir — e quão bonitas elas são?
— Muy hermosas, señores. Achei que deveria avisá-los, considerando o histórico de ustédes.
— Muchas gracias, Guillermo — dei uma nota para ele, e fomos deitar-nos. Nossa suíte era espaçosa e grande, e cada um tinha seu próprio quarto e banheiro. Fernando e Henrique brigaram para ver quem ficaria com o quarto maior enquanto eu me instalei no menor quarto. Nunca me importei com o tamanho do quarto — passaria pouco tempo nele de qualquer forma. Depois que a briga foi decidida — Henrique ficou com o quarto maior —, fomos todos dormir.
Henrique me acordou cedo no dia seguinte, excitado para ir esquiar. Eu ainda tinha sono e vontade de ficar debaixo das cobertas, mas me levantei. Tomamos um gole do Bourbon que Guillermo tinha deixado em nossa suíte e trocamos de roupa. Fernando e eu tínhamos trazido nosso equipamento de esqui, mas Henrique teve que alugar o seu da pousada. Enquanto esperávamos ele escolher seus sapatos, esquis e bastões, ficamos a conversar com Guillermo. Guillermo contou-nos do estado da estação, dos turistas, e, por fim, da neve. A neve estava perfeita para esquiar, ele disse.
— Mas as chicas… — ele voltou a falar das tais garotas que se hospedaram. Ouvi com atenção, apesar de não ter muito interesse. Fernando nem ao menos ouvia, concentrando-se mais na neve fora da hospedagem — as chicas vem da França. São uma graça.
— Quem vem da França? — Henrique apareceu, já totalmente equipado.
— As tais chicas — eu respondi.
— Ah. Que droga. Não falo francês.
— Fernando fala — apontei para ele, que continuava esvanecido em pensamentos.
— Como? — ele perguntou, percebendo que tínhamos chamado seu nome.
— Você fala francês, certo?
— Certo.
— Então pode traduzir o que as garotas francesas vão falar para nós! — Henrique exaltou-se. Havia dois assuntos com os quais ele ficava animadíssimo: Bebida e mulheres.
— Por que eu faria isso?
— Porque são francesas, Fernando! Francesas! França é o país do sexo, meu caro. As garotas lá nascem sendo ensinadas como satisfazer um homem!
Fernando e eu rimos. Dei um tapa de leve nas costas de Henrique e fomos esquiar. A neve estava de fato boa. Não estava dura, mas também mantinha-se firme, sem deslizar. Fernando e eu descemos a maior colina da pousada, enquanto Henrique desceu a que ele achou estar no seu nível. As horas passaram rápido, e logo já era hora do almoço. Voltamos à estalagem com fome e fatigados, mas felizes. Henrique contava histórias e piadas durante a jornada, enquanto Fernando e eu escutávamos. As montanhas estavam cobertas de neve, e elas cercavam-nos por completo. A estadia era reclusa, e era por isso que gostávamos dela. Chegamos na recepção e entramos, indo direto ao restaurante. Sentamos numa mesa de quatro lugares, deixando nosso equipamento encostado na cadeira livre. Pedimos um bife de chorizo e uma garrafa de vinho. Eles nos trouxeram uma garrafa de vinho feito na própria pousada, sem rótulo. Serviram-nos uma taça cada e deixaram-nos estar. O vinho era um pouco jovem, mas bom. Tinha um gosto adocicado e agradável, e pedimos para ficar com a garrafa. Guillermo sorriu e nos serviu a garrafa inteira. Logo depois trouxeram o bife de chorizo, e ele estava delicioso. Depois de termos almoçado eu paguei pelo almoço e fomos para a sala de estar da pousada. Era uma sala grande e luxuosa com uma grande lareira no centro. Sentamo-nos num sofá e ficamos conversando até que três lindas mulheres entraram no salão.
Henrique imediatamente parou de conversar para prestar atenção nas garotas. Pelo que falavam, eram as francesas que Guillermo tinha nos contado sobre. Ele não estava errado, eram todas lindas. Até mesmo Fernando ficou embasbacado com a beleza que elas demonstravam sem qualquer vergonha. Suas bochechas estavam vermelhas, e eu sabia muito bem que ele tinha se apaixonado. As mulheres se sentaram no sofá à frente do nosso, do outro lado da lareira. A mulher do meio era a mais bonita, de cabelos negros e olhos castanhos. Ela olhou para mim e corou, desviando o olhar.
— Fred — Fernando pegou no meu braço, sem tirar os olhos da mulher do meio.
— O que foi?
— Vá falar com ela. Fale com ela por mim. Por favor.
— Como? Não! Eu não vou ser seu mensageiro.
— Por favor, Fred. Eu não posso.
— Mas eu nem ao menos sei francês!
— Por favor, eu não posso ir.
— Eu não entendo por que não… Mas… — suspirei com o olhar desesperado dele. Quando Fernando ficava assim, era melhor fazer o que ele queria — Tudo bem. Eu vou.
Levantei e fui até as mulheres, resmungando levemente. Sorri para as três, e todas exceto a do meio retribuíram meu sorriso. Isso era um mal sinal. A do meio olhava fixamente para o chão, como se não quisesse ser perturbada. Justo a minha sorte que Fernando tinha se apaixonado por ela.
— Olá! — disse sorrindo para a mulher do meio. Ela levantou o olhar para mim e corou, novamente desviando-o — Parles vous portugais?
— Non! — a amiga dela respondeu, sorrindo. Ela tinha olhos verdes e cabelos louros. Ela tinha um sorriso muito aberto, e olhava bastante para Fernando.
— Merde. Et anglais?
— Oui! — A do meio sorriu e começou a falar em inglês — Eu falo inglês.
— Ótimo. Meu nome é Frederico Guerra. Me chame de Fred.
— Aline Reverbel. Esta — ela mostrou a amiga loira — é Chantal e esta — ela apontou para a outra amiga, que tinha cabelos castanhos e olhos azuis — é Eloise.
— É um prazer conhecê-las. Desculpem-me incomodá-las assim, mas é que eu venho com uma missão. Meu amigo, Fernando — apontei para ele — está interessadíssimo na senhorita, Aline.
Aline riu. Ela tinha uma risada linda.
— Não. Eu não estou interessada nele. Me sinto lisonjeada, mas não tenho o menor interesse naquele homem. Obrigada mesmo assim.
— Bem, vocês gostariam de ir esquiar conosco amanhã, pelo menos?
— Vocês são bons? — Chantal perguntou. Seu inglês não era tão bom quanto o de Aline, mas ela ainda falava muito bem.
— Fernando é ótimo, e Henrique é quase tão bom quanto. Eu tenho um pouco de habilidade.
— Eu gostaria de aprender com alguém — Chantal disse —, nós não somos muito boas.
— Bem, adoraríamos ensinar-lhes a esquiar.
— Vocês podem ir sem mim — Aline disse, seu sorriso sumido. Ela estava séria — Não tenho o menor interesse de sair esquiando com um bando de garotos imaturos.
Eu fiquei sem palavras. Apenas acenei para as duas e voltei para Henrique e Fernando. Disse-lhes a situação, e Fernando ficou desapontado. Henrique, contudo, ficou animadíssimo.
O dia seguinte veio animado, com o Sol raiando forte e Henrique quase gritando de excitação. Eu tinha decidido não ir com eles, preferindo ficar na pousada. Henrique ficou irritado com minha decisão, e Fernando mais ainda, mas eu fui rígido e intransigente. Eles foram, e eu fiquei no meu quarto. Não gostava de ficar no meu quarto, me sentia preso. Peguei um livro que tinha trazido — era algo de Ernest Hemingway — e fui ao saguão, onde tinha a lareira. Sentei no mesmo sofá onde sentamos no dia anterior e comecei a ler do início. O livro era em inglês, pois eu queria praticar meu inglês escrito. Passei algum tempo absorto no livro até sentir que estava sendo observado. Olhei ao redor e meus olhos encontraram os de Aline, sentada no sofá ao lado do meu, fitando-me. Ela corou e rapidamente voltou a observar o que estava a ler. Dei de ombros e voltei ao meu livro. Não consegui continuar lendo. Minha atração foi atraída por Aline novamente, e mais uma vez nossos olhares se encontraram. Ficamos alguns segundos nos fitando, até que ela corou ainda mais forte e desviou o olhar. Eu levantei. Não conseguiria ler meu livro, então iria perturbá-la também. Fui até ela e sentei ao seu lado. Ela ficou vermelhíssima, mas nada disse.
— Você preferiu ficar lendo a esquiar? — eu perguntei, quebrando o silêncio. Não havia interrompido sua leitura, pois ela tinha parado de ler há muito tempo, ficando apenas me olhando pelo canto do olho.
— Eu não gosto de esquiar. E não gosto quando me consideram um simples prêmio para ser conquistado.
Fiquei embasbacado.
— Um prêmio? O que faz você pensar que era um prêmio?
— Eu sei como vocês homens pensam — ela sorriu de um modo travesso —, sempre indo de uma conquista para outra. Eu não sou assim. Não gosto de ser apenas uma "aventura de férias".
— Fernando não te considerava uma aventura de férias. Ele se apaixonou contigo no momento que o viu.
— Bem, paixões não me interessam. Eu sou uma mulher comprometida, senhor Frederico.
— Por favor, me chame de Fred. E sinto muito por tê-la perturbado, Srta. Aline.
Levantei-me para ir embora.
— Espere — ela me segurou pelas costas da camisa, impedindo-me de ir.
— O que foi? — voltei a me sentar.
— Eu me sinto péssima. Desculpe-me pelo modo como te tratei. Você… Você merece melhor que isso.
— Está tudo bem. Agora, se me der licença, vou continuar a ler meu livro.
— Hemingway, certo?
— Como?
— O livro que você está lendo. A Farewell to Arms. Do Hemingway.
— Sim, sim. É meu autor preferido. Leio em inglês para melhorar minha compreensão da língua.
— Já li o livro. Se eu quiser — ela deu um risinho — eu posso estragar o final para você.
— Bem, você não vai fazer isso, vai?
— Talvez.
— Isso seria algo detestável para se fazer.
— Então façamos um acordo. Você conversa comigo, e eu não te conto o que acontece com Frederic Henry e Catherine Barkley.
Eu sorri e concordei. Passamos horas conversando, falando de diversas coisas. Falamos de esqui, apesar de ela demonstrar um desgosto pelo esporte. Esquiar é uma prática fácil de começar, porém dificílima de se dominar. Pode-se passar anos esquiando sem ter até mesmo qualquer tipo de habilidade. É necessário se amar a neve que passa por cima, assim como aquela que você está para passar. Esquiar é um esporte de paixão, eu expliquei para ela. Conversamos sobre autores, Hemingway, Twain, Verne, Dumas, De Assis, De Alencar. Estávamos conversando sobre The Sun Also Rises quando nossos amigos voltaram. Fernando fitou-me furioso, e eu sabia que ele iria querer me matar. Disse minhas despedidas à Aline e voltei ao quarto com Henrique e Fernando. Ao chegarmos, Fernando me deu um soco forte na barriga, me xingando. Não ataquei-o de volta e fui de volta para meu quarto, onde passei o resto da noite.
Acordei no dia seguinte me sentindo mal. Estava com febre. Henrique e Fernando desejaram-me melhoras, mas logo foram esquiar com as francesas. Fiquei no meu quarto, lendo. Estava aborrecido e irritado, mas não podia sair no frio. Tentei pegar no sono, mas não consegui. Quase chorei de alegria quando bateram na minha porta. Quase morri de surpresa quando vi que era Aline.
— Me disseram que você estava doente. Senti pena de você.
— Não foi esquiar com os outros? — me senti um idiota por ter perguntado isso.
— Não gosto de esquiar, te disse isso ontem.
— Certo. Quer entrar?
— Era o que eu planejava. Tenho alguns filmes. Posso te fazer companhia — ela fez um sorriso lânguido que quase me deixou sem palavras.
— Entre — foi tudo que consegui dizer.
Ficamos deitados na minha cama durante horas, vendo filmes. Ela ficou encostada em mim, e eu passei meu braço por volta dela. Conversamos durante os filmes, rindo e nos divertindo. Um silêncio tomou conta do quarto quando ela e eu nos encaramos. Meus lábios foram de encontro aos seus e nos beijamos. Ela me deu um tapa e levantou da cama, aborrecida.
— O que foi? — eu perguntei, irritado.
— Você não tem vergonha?
— Não — sorri —, não tenho.
— Você é um porco. Eu sou comprometida!
— E daí? — eu acariciei-a por trás, beijando seu pescoço. Ela me deu outro tapa e foi embora, me deixando sozinho. Deitei de lado e dormi, irritado.
No dia seguinte Henrique e Fernando não queriam esquiar, então eu fiquei passeando pelos arredores da pousada. Surpreendi-me quando encontrei Aline, também andando sozinha pela neve. Começamos a caminhar juntos, conversando. Fomos até um ponto que eu conhecia, aonde se podia observar toda a cadeia de montanhas, que era lindo no inverno. Aline ficou pasma e encantada com a visão.
— Fred.
— O que foi?
— Lembra-se de ontem?
— Lembro. Você me deu um tapa quando eu tentei te beijar.
— Beije-me.
— Você não era comprometida?
— Você me quer ou não?
— Quero. Muito.
— Então me beije e pare de fazer perguntas.
Eu a beijei. Nossas línguas se entrosaram durante alguns segundos, e parecia que o tempo tinha parado. Eu a levei para meu quarto, e removi cada uma de suas roupas. Seu corpo nu era lindo, esplêndido sob a luz do Sol poente. Ela estava vermelha de vergonha, mas me olhava nos olhos sem desviar. Beijei-a outra vez, tentando deitá-la, mas ela me impediu.
— Ainda não.
— Por que?
— Tire uma foto de mim.
— Como?
— Tire uma foto de mim.
— Pois bem.
Aline fez uma pose. Não era uma pose sensual ou tentadora. Era uma pose romântica, de simples amor. Eu peguei minha câmera e tirei uma foto. Era uma câmera Polaroid, então a foto saiu logo em seguida. Sacudi-a. Era uma boa foto.
— Essa foto — Aline disse, me beijando — é sua. Ninguém pode tirá-la de você. É sua lembrança de mim.
— Eu não preciso de lembrança de você. Eu já tenho você.
Ela sorriu, mas nada disse. Deitou-se na cama, e eu subi logo atrás. Beijei seu umbigo, seus seios, seu pescoço, seus lábios…
Aline e eu passamos duas semanas muito boas. Eu a ensinei a esquiar, e ela me contava de coisas francesas. Ela tentou me ensinar algumas coisas de francês, mas eu não compreendi nada, e não fiz muito esforço para conseguir. Falávamos muito do futuro, e ela nunca elaborou sobre seu "compromisso". Eu também nunca perguntei. Toda vez que dizia que podíamos ter algo sério, ela apenas beijava-me e dizia:
— Você já me tem. Não queira mais do que isso.
E eu concordava. Ela sempre me lembrava de que iria embora, mas eu não acreditava. Ela era minha amada. Eu a amava muito, mesmo sem tê-la conhecido muito, e a queria para mim. Queria casar com ela, queria ter filhos com ela. Eu estava perdido por ela. Quando ela foi embora, eu não estava preparado. Ela arrumava as malas e eu jogava tudo de dentro no chão, irritado.
— Você não pode ir embora! — eu gritei
— Eu tenho que!
— Eu não vou deixar. Eu te amo. Você vai ficar comigo.
— Não, não vou — seus olhos se encheram de lágrimas — Eu não posso. Eu sou comprometida.
— Esqueça o compromisso. Venha para o Brasil comigo. Moraremos juntos.
— Isso iria estragar sua vida, Fred. Foi bom o que tivemos. Apenas aceite isso. Você me tem. Sempre me terá. Mas eu tenho que ir embora. Eu te amo, mas eu tenho que ir.
E ela foi. Deixou-me. Eu fiquei à deriva na neve, andando sem rumo. Deitei no local onde nos beijamos pela primeira vez, e fiquei esperando a neve me cobrir. Ela não era minha. Ela não era de ninguém. E então eu me lembrei. Tomei um gole de Bourbon e levantei-me. Procurei no meu casaco e sorri. Ainda estava lá. Peguei-a, minhas mãos trêmulas, e olhei para a foto de Aline uma última vez. Levantei-a contra o Sol poente, e soltei. O vento levou a foto para longe, para onde eu nunca mais a veria. Ela não era minha. Ela pertencia ao vento. Terminei a garrafa de Bourbon e comecei a jornada para voltar à pousada.
Baseado em fatos reais, com nomes e datas e algumas outras coisas alteradas por motivos de privacidade.

Todos os créditos da imagem de preview vão para :iconrekkiem:, que, como eu, está solteiro neste dia dos namorados. Garotas, ele está desesperado por uma de vocês. Vão atacar.

P.S.: Feliz dia dos namorados. Lucky bastards.
P.P.S.: Este também é um texto para um concurso. Só... Sei lá. Avisando.
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i don't know the universe
only
the universe in my own
head

and most of the time im 
unsure of that
also.

i dont know whats going on
in here 
or 
out there 
or
which is which.

when you capture anything
dont you injure or 
distort it?

what is out there is in here,
as far as it goes

and both remain a mystery.
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                                                                     Chapter 2

When they got into the Candy Castle all of the Candy People jumped out and yelled, "Happy Birthday Fionna!" Fionna smiled and Gumball went up to her with a large birthday cake. It was blue and chocolate; a tear started forming in Fionna's eye the cake reminded her of the cake Marshall Lee brought her. She stood strong and whipped it away.
"Happy Birthday, Fionna," said Gumball, "Come, let us go into the dining hall!" he said. The candy people fallowed Gumball and Fionna to the Dining Hall where there was a large table with balloons and plates for everyone. Fionna sat down between Cake and Gumball.
"Thanks, Gumball," said Fionna. Gumball smiled.
"You're welcome," he said. Peppermint Maid passed out the cake to everyone. Fionna's had a candle on it. Everyone started singing, and Fionna started smiling.
"MAKE YOUR WISH!" shouted a candy person. Fionna closed her eyes and thought about it. Finally she opened her eyes and blew out the candle. Every one shouted and started eating.
"What was your wish, Fionna?" asked Gumball.
Fionna gave a crooked smile, "I cannot tell, or else it will not come true."
Gumball nudged her in the shoulder, "Come on, you know I don't believe in that crap." Fionna shrugged and took a bite of the cake. She was done within a minute. Peppermint Maid gave her another piece and she tried eating slowly, but she couldn't help herself.
"Like it?" chuckled Gumball. Fionna nodded, "I made it myself."
"Well it is really good," said Cake.
"Yeah, Gumball, you got to teach me how to bake a cake like this!" said Fionna, finishing her seconds. Gumball gave a small smile.
"Sure, we could do that later, does noon sound good?" asked Gumball. Fionna nodded and Cake winked at her, as if to say, "You go, girl!" Fionna started blushing and got up and went into the kitchen. There was over 100 plates there. She wanted to get away from everyone, so she started doing the dishes. After about an hour she was only half way done. She didn't mind, she wasn't keeping track of the time and didn't want to, she wanted to be alone. She just stood there washing the plates in silence, thinking about earlier.
Cake walked in, "There you are, we have been looking everywhere for you!"
"What's going on? Are we under attack!?" Fionna immediately turned to adventuress mode.
"What!? No… just, you left and you have been gone for about an hour so…"
"Oh, it was really an hour?" asked Fionna.
"Yeah, it is like 8 a.m. or something."
"Wow, that's nuts," she said, she turned to the clock, it was 8:14, "I really spent an hour on these?" she thought to herself.
"Trying to get away, and think about earlier?" Fionna nodded and Cake walked up to her and put her hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, Fi. He's gone, you never have to see him again."
"NO!" shouted Fionna, accidently breaking a plate, "I want to see him again! I do! But he just made me angry! Like you do sometimes… I do love Marshall Lee, but Gumball…" she sighed, very confused.
"Well, why didn't you say that to him?" asked Cake.
"I don't know," said Fionna leaving the room going to the Dining Hall.
"Is it that you like Gumball more?"  That caught Prince Gumball's attention. He was in the other room, talking with Peppermint Maid when he heard them talking. He went against the wall trying to hear what they were saying.
"Well… I… I DON'T KNOW!" said Fionna. Gumball's heart started to slowly break, "Maybe." Then it started rising again.
"The great love triangle!" Cake started to laugh. Fionna nudged Cake and she stopped, "Okay, but really?"
"I don't know! Ever since I was 13, they have been pushing me, and pushing me!" she said. Gumball sighed, he knew she was right. They have been fighting over her for five whole years, "But, it's not all bad… I mean, it's kind of sweet."
"About time you caught on," said Cake, crooked smile on her face.
"I've always known," said Fionna, "Marshall Lee has always been tempting me, but not by saying a thing. Gumball, he says things. He says things in the sweetest way possible…" Gumball started blushing and kept on listening, "I… I don't know…"
"Well, Gumball isn't a turd," said Cake, Gumball couldn't help but give a small laugh.
"Yes, Marshall Lee has his moments, we all do," said Fionna.
"Gumball will treat you like royalty," said Cake.
"And you don't think Marshall Lee won't?" asked Fionna.
Cake shrugged, "Well, yeah, but…"
"You're just afraid of Marshall Lee, and you hate vampires. It's not your choice, thank you," said Fionna. Cake smiled and pushed Fionna into the room Gumball was in. He pretended to be doing wall samples, trying to be casual.
"Why hello, Fionna, where have you been?" asked Gumball.
"In the kitchen," said Fionna.
"What were you doing in there for an hour?" he asked.
"The dishes I guess," said Fionna.
"You should've let the candy people do that, Fionna. It is your birthday, you shouldn't have to do anything like that," said Gumball.
Fionna shrugged, "Just needed to be alone, I guess."
"Oh, I forgot about your present," he said. They went into Gumball's room where he had a box wrapped in baby blue with a dark blue ribbon on it, he handed it to Fionna, "Happy Birthday."  Fionna opened the box to find a small crystal, attached to a chain.
"Wha… I don't…" Fionna stood there staring at it.
"Its voice activated, say Fionna," said Gumball. Fionna stared at Gumball for a second , and then said her name. The small crystal turned into a sword, "Don't wory, this is not a trick from the Ice Queen." Fionna gave a small laugh.
"What if I want it back to being small?" asked Fionna.
"Say your name again," said Gumball. Fionna did as she was told, and it went back to the small chain.
"What is the chain for?" asked Fionna. Gumball took the small round chain and put it around Fionna's wrist.
"It's a bracelet," said Gumball. Fionna started blushing and then thanked her best friend.
"Oh, Fi, here," Cake gave Fionna something from behind her back. It was a large flat box wrapped in orange paper. She opened it and found a large book. On the cover there was a picture of Fionna, Marshall Lee, Gumball, Cake, GMO and Mochro. They were all getting along. Fionna remembered when that picture was taken.
*FLASHBACK*
"There's one last one," said Gumball shaking the box from under the tree. Marshall Lee snatched the box from Gumball.
"It's obviously mine," said Marshall Lee. Cake took the box from Marshall Lee.
"No, you guys are both wrong, its…" she read the tag, "Its GMO's." GMO squealed with happiness and opened it.
"A NEW CAMERA!" said GMO. She put it on and spun around the room.
"Let's take a picture!" said Fionna. Everyone agreed. GMO stretched her chord and set up the camera so everyone would be in the picture.
"Say Christmas," said GMO.
"Christmas!" everyone shouted.
Then the flash back went to a picture falling into blackness, and stopping, and zooming up on the picture of the friends.
*FLASHBACK OVER*
She opened the book to find a bunch of pictures of her and Cake when they were just kids. She turned some pages and saw her 13 year old self. She found a pic of the first time she met Marshall Lee. There was another picture of her and Gumball baking those thingies for the ball. She laughed at the next one, it was her kicking Ice Queen in the face. There was another picture of her defeating the Litch.
She flipped some more pages, she found every 7 pages she got older. At the end of the book there was a note:
Dear Fi,
I think that it is about time that you carry on the scrapbook. I have done it ever since I met you, but now it is your turn. Handle it well.
Love, Cake.
"Aw, Cake, I love it! You have been doing this ever since we met?" she asked flipping the pages. Cake nodded and gave Fionna a hug.
"I was debating earlier if I should rip out Marshall Lee, but… I led that up to you," said Cake. Fionna smiled and hugged Cake.
"I love it," she said. Gumball was looking down her shoulder, looking at how much Fionna had grown since he met her.
"Wow, Cake, this is incredible!" said Gumball. Cake blushed as they kept on looking at the scrapbook.
"I try my best," said Cake. Fionna smiled and hugged Cake.
"Um, Gumball, can I keep the scrapbook in your room for now?" asked Fionna. Gumball agreed and they put it on top of his dresser.
"Come on, Fionna! We have much to do! We have lots of plans for your Birthday!" said Prince Gumball. Fionna smiled as she was dragged off into the middle of the Candy Kingdom. There was stuff set up everywhere.
"All of this for me?" asked Fionna. Gumball nodded and dragged her on a day full of fun. There was a three legged race, which Fionna and Cake won. A pie eating contest, which Cake won because of her stretching powers, a game of kick ball, and even a Bake off, Gumball and Fionna made the best cake. It was a red velvet cake.  Finally after a long day Fionna and Gumball ran upstairs and lied down on his bed laughing.
"Thanks," said Fionna looking up at the ceiling.
"For what?" asked Gumball.
"This was one of the best days of my life," said Fionna. Gumball started blushing.
"You're welcome." Fionna yawned and stretched out.
"Dang I'm tired though, I was up at 11:30 last night," said Fionna. Gumball turned over onto his right side looking at Fionna.
"What for?"
"Marshall Lee, he brought me a cake," she said.
"Why were you upset this morning?" asked Gumball.
"It was nothing, really," said Fionna.
"Was it Marshall Lee, because if it was I'll-
"No! It was nothing!" said Fionna. Gumball sighed and it became quiet, Fionna turned to her left and stared at Gumball, "Can I sleep here for the night, Gumball? I am freaking tired, and I am so comfortable here, please?"
Gumball gave a small laugh, "Sure, whatever you want."  Fionna slowly started to drift away, and her mind went with her. The whole world of Aaa could have blown up and she wouldn't have noticed. It was like her mind, and all of her senses were turned off .
Yay! Finally, chapter 2! I am glad you guys like it so far! Hope you guys like this chapter!

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Red
"How about we battle and then I take your Pokemon." said Red eagerly already pulling out his Pokeballs.

Yellow
"I-I'm s-sorry, but I'm going to have to take your Pokemon!!" stumbled Yellow who was trying to look tough.

Green
"Lets just make this quick and give me your Pokemon." said Green giving a very intimidating yet bored look.

Blue
"Fufufu~ That's some nice Pokemon there~" said Blue already holding the other trainers pokeball.

Gold
"Want to give me your Pokemon and we can have dinner?~" Gold said with a grin playing around with his billiard cue.

Crystal
"If I want to be a top rank catcher, than I'm going to have to take your Pokemon. You'll understand right?" said Crystal looking through a list of Pokemon she has yet to "catch"

Silver
"Just hand over your Pokemon you weakling." Silver said coldly.
I just randomly saw the picture and decided to make this XD
What do you think? :3

The picture was found in Zerochan
I do not own Pokemon as well as any of the characters
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Waiting Outside The Lines



He is like an angel from the heavens, with the sun shining down upon him. His gravity-defying hair sticks up in all directions and his caramel eyes are expressive.



"Ne, they are very mean. Don't cry anymore, onii-san, they're gone now!"



Eight-year-old Kyouya sniffles as he stares at the brown-haired angel before him. There is a bright smile on the young face, lighting up everything in Kyouya's vision with the moe flowers in the background. Never had Kyouya seen such an innocent and pure person like him before.



Kyouya lets the boy pull him up, dusting his dirtied clothing. Kyouya is a boy with skin as fair as snow and jet-black hair. He is also quite petite for an eight-year-old, making him one of the frequent targets of bullies. As Kyouya observes the 'angel' with his narrow eyes, he sees that this boy is also a target of bullies.



His already narrow eyes narrow even further as he takes in the rumpled and dirtied clothing of the boy. Bruises and scrapes litter on various spots on his bare arms and legs as he is wearing an orange T-shirt and a pair of shorts. There is a cute lion printed on the shirt along with the quote, 'I AM STRONG!'. Kyouya snorts at the irony of it all. That boy, strong? Not in his life!


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The brunette eyes the skylark curiously, wondering what is so funny. He's covered in dust from the dirt ground and his hair is a mess. Tsuna cringes at the horrible bruises and scrapes on his fair skin. The bullies had not spared him, like they had with him. From his observations, this boy is a little older than him, thus the title 'onii-san' and he is very pretty.



Tsuna giggles at the thought. This onii-san is really pretty! Kyouya shoots him a weird look when he bursts into a fit of giggles. What could possibly be so funny?


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When Tsuna notices the odd look from Kyouya, he blushes brightly from embarrassment. As he plays with his fingers, he decides to gather all of his courage and introduce himself to the pretty onii-san.



"A-ano, my name is S-Sawada Tsunayoshi... N-Nice to meet you, pretty onii-san!"



Two chibi-sized hands slap themselves over the brunette's mouth as the word 'pretty' slips. Ah, he's gone and done it now! He knows that boys are supposed to be called 'handsome' and not 'pretty', but he can't help what he thinks!



"Hn, pretty? That's a new one, herbivore. Hibari Kyouya."



Tsuna's wide caramel eyes widen from the soft voice of the 'Hibari Kyouya'. He's pretty, and has a nice voice! A giggle threatens to escape from him as he presses his hands tightly against his lips, an awkward yet cute smile forming from his actions.



"N-ne, Kyouya-onii-san, i-if the mean people b-bully you again, I'll be over there..." A chibi-sized hand points towards the sandbox. "... Waiting outside the lines for you!"



Kyouya raises an eyebrow at the brunette's outburst. What lines? Said brunette waves enthusiastically from the sandbox and Kyouya can't help but chuckle under his breath. Hm, what an interesting herbivore. He'll be worth protecting and fighting against in the future. Thus, began the odd friendship.


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It's been eight years since that fateful day. Kyouya is now a handsome and fearsome teen. He's also the Head of the Discipline Committee of Namimori Middle. Middle school, you ask? Well, how on earth would Kyouya be able to protect Tsuna if he were to move to Namimori High?


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Over the years, Tsuna's entire figure had not gone manlier or stronger as he had hope. In fact, Tsuna seems to be becoming much more feminine, and prettier, much to Kyouya and Tsuna's chagrin. Tsuna, because his entire form gathers more bullies while Kyouya, has to deal with more useless 'herbivores'.



Currently, it is one of those times when Kyouya has to deal with the useless herbivores. However, these are not herbivorous at all.


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Blood is spilled as a jaw-cracking punch is delivered upon the teen. He coughs up the blood, cringing internally from the taste of iron. He staggers to stand up, his vision spiraling from the punches delivered by the strong herbivore. His tonfas are thrown carelessly upon the cement floor of the storehouse, nicked and bloodied from his previous victims' blood.



Kyouya had an odd, stomach-churning feeling earlier that afternoon but brushed it off. After all, the fearsome skylark does not believe in superstitions and omens. Kyouya curses internally for his lack of awareness and underestimating his opponents.



"Haha, has the mighty Skylark-kun, been beaten by me?"



Kyouya growls at the muscled teen as steel flashes in the evening sunlight. How dare he bring weapons to his precious Namimori Middle! Well, Kyouya can't say much about it, seeing as he himself brings weapons but their purposes are different.



As the teen comes closer with knife in hand, a flash of orange blinds Kyouya for a moment. When he regains his sight once more, the muscled teen is on the floor, face down. What's shocking, is the fact that Tsuna is standing on his back. Flames sprout from his forehead and there are tiny flickers of flames on his hands.



Well, Kyouya's not that shocked anymore, seeing as he's seen Tsuna go into that mode countless times and has now deemed Tsuna an omnivore. It all started when Tsuna was visited by an insanely strong infant, who has yet to fight against him. However, Kyouya is not at all pleased to have to be helped out of a situation like this by the person he is protecting.



"Tsunayoshi, I could have handled it."



"Ne, Kyou-kun, I just came in time before he stabbed his knife into you." Amber eyes flicker slightly with conflict as they gaze steadily into Kyouya's narrow eyes. "Remember, I'll be waiting outside the lines for you, Kyou-kun."


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Kyouya never understood what Tsuna meant by 'waiting outside the lines', but now he knows. It's been another ten years for the odd friends, and Tsuna is the Tenth Boss of Vongola. Kyouya is his Cloud Guardian, and has always been since their childhood and adolescence days. After all, he's always been protecting from afar.


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Kyouya watches Tsuna as he end the meeting between mafia bosses of Italy, his tone business-like and strict. He'd been groomed into the perfect boss for Vongola by Reborn, the greatest hitman in the world. His face is impassive in front of the other bosses, showing that he's top dog. However, Kyouya knows the warm heart underneath the cool exterior.



Tsuna has always been one to reach out to others, whether he does it consciously or not. After all, he is the Sky that embraces all. After eighteen years, Kyouya finally understands what Tsuna meant by 'waiting outside the lines'. It took him nearly two decades to figure out the simple meaning of the phrase.



Even if everyone else rejects him, he'll be waiting the one for him outside the circle of rejection and into his welcoming arms.

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The story to Waiting Outside The Lines :)
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Chapter 4
Fandom: Avengers/Thor
Pairing: Thor/Loki
Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort


Loki is pregnant, coming back as an exile in chains from the final events from the Avengers movie. Nobody seems to know about his ongoing pregnancy, nor the father of the child. Loki doesn't know how to handle it, from bearing the child, to his constant thoughts that he will be killed, surely, for the crimes he had committed.

But what is he to do when he's welcomed back home with open arms? What if, although still at fault for the horrors he had done in childish vengeance, his old friends, his family, still missed him so incredibly? Would Loki have the growing courage to speak of the unborn child? And, above all else, would he manage to fix the broken bond and heart he once had with not only Thor, but with himself?



The sun feels almost foreign on the pale skin, what little there is to fall upon. Loki is covered up with his seeming normal garb. His long black jacket curls down the length of his arms, barely allowing just the tips of his slender fingers to poke through into vision.

“Remind me,” The man begins in a light spat of sound from his pale lips, head covered with a dark hood from his thick jacket (a modification only recently placed when Sif decided to drag him outside of his room for the first time in weeks). He grumbles once and tries to pull the hood further over his face, as if trying to hide from the bright sun that spills out around him, but the cloth complains in the fact that it couldn’t be pulled any further over his face. “Why exactly have you in purpose for dragging me out here?”

Sif rolls her eyes as she walks beside him, feet lightly clicking against the firm white stone of the walkroad through the gardens surrounding the All-Father’s home and castle. They are alone. The Warriors Three is off upon their own duties, leaving Sif seemingly the only of Loki’s friends to take the useless time to try and pull him from his room. After a moment she scoffs and crosses her thin arms, peering back at Loki with a genuine look of curiosity.

“I had thought that some sun might finally burn sense into your heart.”

“My heart has already been burned, but not by pitiful ‘sense’ as you so claim.” Loki feels himself wince again at the brightness of the star above, how it almost painfully glinted against his sensitive skin, so long having been used to the darkness of the outer realms and space, lost in dark clouds of misery and regret. The castle looms on in its golden glow behind their walking forms, almost as if to gloat before Loki of its true pristine over his bastard birth and raising in Odin’s hand. Feh. The All-Father and his horribly weak will. Loki doesn’t understand still why he had been allowed so much freedom so early after the crimes he had committed, but has not argued against them in any way through the seemingly endless days.

With a light growl against the soft wind on his cheek, Loki steps onward until he passes Sif and continues to walk past the overhanging limb of the old tree where he and the others had played when they were little. He spares it as little thought or memory as he does the small ants underneath his feet, which he tries so very to crush. Midgardians and their simple ways, their sharp tongues, their….their minds and wills and hearts and-

Emotions. Memories. Feelings.

Loki stops for a moment as he reaches the shadow of the old tree above his head, allowing himself just a simple moment to look up and see how the branch sags, how the leaves have started to wither upon the mighty tree before him. He does not look away. Not even when the lady warrior walks up slow and gentle behind him, a hand soon finding its way to lay upon the man’s shoulder.

“There is more in your heart than you give yourself credit for, Loki,” Sif tries with a soft voice, a gentle attempt to speak, but Loki is quick to pull his body away from hers. It is almost instinctual, the primal sense to cower and yank himself away from any sort of physical contact; it is one that Loki has taught himself in the years away from hom-….Asgard. It is something that he has only forced himself to learn for the sheer need of it. But the woman is quick, almost as if she had predicted his movement, and speaks firmly. “Whatever ill feelings you hold, please do not hold them in silence.”

“You know naught of any silence this realm has offered me,” Loki growls lightly, poisonously, his eyes turned only towards the old tree. “I only recall the sting of pain.” The bark is old and dark, years of live having drained it of the ability to seemingly keep itself together. Like how Loki had seen galaxies fall apart in glorious eruption, the tree too is dying. The tree that he and Thor had climbed upon as young children, the very one where they had sat upon its long spiraling branches and told eachother the most darkest of their secrets until the sun came up again.

Loki recalls, in his ignoring of Sif’s words (she is speaking about Odin now, something about how the old man has loved him in the entire time Loki was gone, but he isn’t paying much attention), Loki begins to remember that one night on the tree. The night where the wind was cold and his brother’s arm, wrapped around his shoulders in a more-than-brotherly hold was so very warm. Warm and soft.

There had been words. Lots of them, back and forth. Words of dark secrets, jokes, happiness and joy. Words that Loki suddenly doesn’t want to remember at all.

His mind focuses again onto Sif and her continuing voice (the woman can really keep going, can’t she?). He is back on Asgard again. An adult; no longer a senseless, naïve teenager lost in the ways of simple affection and spiteful fondness. After listening to her speak on and on longer, Loki interrupts. His mind flares sharply.

“And what is the meaning of all this drabble you spout off to me? What am I to care if ‘father’ loves me anymore? He was the one to send me into that dark abyss in the first place.” There is detectable sadness in Loki’s voice as he speaks, barely noticing how it began to break and shatter into a vulnerable confusion. “What am I to care if m-…if mother misses me? What…am I to care…?”

The emotions again, too much to bare, all pressing and pushing at Loki’s brain like hard driving nails. It hurts, hurts so much. The tree sways against the breeze above his head, and then suddenly there are words with the driving pain. Words of secrets. Words of longing. Words of love.

Love.

His heart suddenly breaks.

Before Loki can realize what is going on, Sif’s arms are around him. He is crying. When had he started crying? When had he finally broken with the immeasurable pain? As much in his frozen movements as the small god tries, he simply couldn’t find it. For the first time in Loki’s life he cannot think, cannot fathom why his brain, his heart, his body all hurts so very much. There is so much pushing on him, everything like a shattering waterfall against the fragile thin hold that he tries to keep upon his sanity.

He doesn’t hug her back. Even if he had desired to, Loki is sure that his arms don’t work. They are frozen to his sides, unable to do more than feel the gentle twitch of his fingertips, jolting in realization for every little tear the god finds that is rolling down his cheeks.

And Sif is speaking again. She is cooing and hushing and embracing her warm arms around Loki. They are not Thor’s arms, but they are warm and soft. They are loving. They are…they are the arms of a friend.

“Loki,” The woman whispers in his ear after a moment. She doesn’t bother to wipe his tears away, but the mere sound of concern and affection in her gentle tone is enough to have the same effect on the man. He listens at last, taking not a breath to speak. He just listens. “You are loved. You’re actions are hated, mistrusted, but you yourself are loved.”

It is those words that make the man’s mind reel back. The wormhole. The falling. The sound of his father’s voice. No. Thor hanging on the edge of the broken bifrost, trying to pull Loki back up. The look of pain that settled over the golden god’s face like a stone when he told him his plans.

He had just wanted to be Thor’s equal. He just wanted to make his family proud, to overcome the realization and handicap he held simply due to his birth.

And then he remembers everything earlier. The trip to Jotunheim. The truth. How he watched when his big brother was banished to Midgard. The pain, the treachery, the betrayal. The lies. The truth. Everything and nothing in the very same instance.

But Loki is here now, on Asgard. He isn’t falling, he isn’t being pulled apart, torn atom by atom in the lonely darkness. He isn’t being taken into scrap and barely rolled back together again. He is….he is on Asgard. He is not surrounded by darkness, but light. And he can feel that light against his skin feel how it glitters down from above his body in the sky.

And suddenly, the sunlight doesn’t seem to burn any longer. If anything, Loki feels as if it…if it feels nice. Warm even, a feeling that the trickster hasn’t felt in a genuine long while, having been covered and hidden away by cold wrenching guilt and pain.

He is warm. And he is home.

Home. Asgard. He is…yes, he is home.

Sif slowly loosens her grip around Loki’s body, and for the first time he doesn’t try to quicken the parting of contact by stepping away, jerking his body from her hold as if he had been burned. Instead, he merely looks up at her as they part. Their eyes meet for a moment in the cool breeze of the simple air. Leaves fall to the ground from the tree above, gentle and quiet.

“You are loved,” she repeats again, one of her gentle hands lingering upon Loki’s shoulder. “You are so foolish, so selfish not to see that, outside your childish jealousy.” Her words move mountains.

It had taken a lot to allow himself to realize it, if at least a little (a start was better than not starting at all). He is…loved. To what extent, and by whom, he has still to understand completely. There is still pain deep in Loki’s soul and heart, he knows that greatly as he and Sif begin walking down the brick pathway again. And there are sins, painted and permanent, but there is a sense of redemption in kind.

But he thinks, with a soft smile on his lips, face turned away from the woman so she couldn’t see; the pain is just a little bit less. The man places a hand cautiously upon his stomach, still flat and unshowing.

Yes. That pain was just that little bit less.

He is…loved.
Loki is pregnant, coming back as an exile in chains from the final events from the Avengers movie. Nobody seems to know about his ongoing pregnancy, nor the father of the child. Loki doesn't know how to handle it, from bearing the child, to his constant thoughts that he will be killed, surely, for the crimes he had committed.

But what is he to do when he's welcomed back home with open arms? What if, although still at fault for the horrors he had done in childish vengeance, his old friends, his family, still missed him so incredibly? Would Loki have the growing courage to speak of the unborn child? And, above all else, would he manage to fix the broken bond and heart he once had with not only Thor, but with himself?


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I know this chapter is really short, but I just kept writing it and suddenly found a really nice cutting point, ya know? ;n; It's more of an inner look at not only Loki's time and inner thought about his past, something to really make you guys think. Loki was never truly evil, in my mind at least.

Granted, he did horrible things, even Odin, Sif, Thor and the other's know that. But he did it out of childish emotions, jealousy and such. And I wanted to use this chapter as a take on Loki's thoughts of what he had done, sort of a redeeming chapter really. I mean, a person can feel guilty, and Loki isn't above the fact at all.
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CHAPTER 1

Most of the structures on Themyscira were ancient Greek style in construction, as their culture was largely ancient Greek in makeup, and built of marble or limestone for the most part.  A training center near the middle of the island was one of the largest.  Like most structures, it had a walled open courtyard all the way around it, four entrances into the structure itself, and large marble columns that held up the stone roof.  The inside of the perimeter wall was adorned with gardens with a track of clean sand right inside of the gardens that measured over three miles around the building, and inside of these were the training fields for this facility, and they were all in heavy use this day.  Four obstacle courses, one on each side of the huge, three level structure, were of varying degrees of difficulty for different kinds of training and were named for Greek Gods.
On the south side of the structure, a group of women had just finished training on what was considered the hardest of them—the one called Hades.  All of the women were very tall and very muscular but one, and it was this smallest of them who was most out of breath.  They were all dressed in the undergarments that would be worn beneath their armor.  This allowed them freedom of movement and would be much cooler in the Themysciran heat this time of year.  They also all wore polished gauntlets of a silver looking metal that was many times stronger than steel, though much lighter.  These gauntlets, worn by all Amazons as reminders of their commitment to Themyscira and the Gods and for misdeeds long ago, were rolled at the wrists and formed to fit the forearms perfectly nearly to the elbow.
This smallest of the Amazons was not quite seventeen years old, still lacking a few months before that happened.  With her whole body covered and dripping with sweat, she slammed her back into the cold marble of the wall in the shade and rolled her head back, gasping for breath through her mouth, her long, obsidian black hair cascading behind her as her eyes were closed against the fatigue that racked her.  While most of the Amazons were nearly or over six feet tall, Elissa was only about five foot six.  Her lack of stature did not deprive her of an Amazon build, however, and she had strength far beyond any mortal on the outside world, just like other Amazons, but being smaller, she could not match any other on the island.  There was something almost delicate about her as well, something that might make one think she was fragile, though she kept pace with the other Amazons nicely despite her small stature.
Also out of breath, a statuesque woman who had wisely worn her long blond hair up, approached and took Elissa's shoulder, smiling as she complimented, "You did better that time."
Elissa took a few more breaths and finally opened her deep blue eyes, looking on the tall woman before her as she gasped, "I… I…  Hate that course!"
With a smile and a nod, the blond haired woman pointed out, "Just remember that which does not kill us only—"
"Only makes us stronger," Elissa finished between gasps.
"Words you should take to heart," another tall woman advised as she approached.
Elissa glanced at her, then looked away.
This woman also had deep black hair that dropped all the way to her lower back.  Dressed as the others were, her build and the tone of her body made her stand out among her own people.  Having run the course herself, she was also glossy with sweat, though she was not as winded as the others.  The features of her face were much like Elissa's, though far stronger, far more experienced and her dark blue eyes locked on the little Amazon before her as she set her hands on her hips and nodded.  "You're doing better, Elissa, but I'd like to see improvement still.  Your stamina seems to be lacking."
Elissa nodded, her eyes closed as she still worked to catch her breath.
"Princess Diana," the blond haired woman said as she caught her breath, "do you ever get tired?"
"I do, Cassie," the tall, black haired woman confirmed, "but quick fatigue is something that can be trained out of you.  It just takes lots of hard work."
"And the blessing of the Gods," Cassandra added.
"Yes, that helps, but I still have to work hard to keep myself in top form.  When do you go back?"
"A couple more days," the blond woman replied.  "I've been in serious need of some major Amazon training lately, that and I think I just needed to get away for a while."
Princess Diana smiled.  "Sometimes we do.  I'm sure they've missed you the last few weeks."
"No more than you, Princess.  How is the Justice League getting along without you?"
"I'm sure about the same as the Titans are without you."
Cassandra laughed.  "That badly, huh?"
"Oh, they'll get by, I'm sure."  Diana looked to the smallest Amazon and asked, "Where do you go next, Elissa?"
Opening her eyes, Elissa's breath finally caught up to her and she replied, "Shower, study a little, then I have training at Thermopylae Square."  She turned pleading eyes to Princess Diana and begged, "Do I really have to go?"
"Might do you some good," Cassandra said optimistically.  "You're already almost expert with the staff but you need improvement in empty hand to hand."
"I know," Elissa grumbled.  "It doesn't help that I'm the smallest one out there."
Diana roughed the girl's hair and assured, "You just need to find a way to overcome.  I have something to attend to and then I'll be home.  And I'll expect to find you studying, okay?"
"Okay," Elissa assured.
As Diana turned to leave, Cassandra called after her. "Not going to shower, Princess?"
"No," Diana sighed, "too much to do.  I'll just have to take care of it at home.  Don't mess around too long here, Elissa."
"I won't," the girl answered dryly.
**
Diana returned home sooner than she thought she might, but far more tired than she thought she would be.  With a handful of parchments, she entered the modest, Greek style house she shared with her mother and daughter and strode to the open area, to a desk there and dropped the papers in the middle of it.  While home from the outside world, she helped her mother, Queen Hippolyta, with the tasks of running the island they lived on, and as things in the outside world became more and more complicated, so too did the tasks of running Themyscira.
This was a spacious house made of white marble with mosaic marble floors.  The furnishings were ancient and reasonably comfortable.  Technology had found its way here and a flat viewer, a TV to the rest of the world, hung on the wall.  It was rarely watched and seemingly only turned on when they needed news about the outside.  On the desk was a closed laptop computer with a red case.  Beside it, a tiny communication box, a phone, was closed and unused as well.  This was her direct link from the island to the Watchtower, the orbiting stronghold of the Justice League, and apparently nobody there wished to disturb her while she was away.
Her own room was secluded and overlooked the gardens, and was at the opposite end of the house from the Queen's.  It was neat and orderly.  The bed was made, the desk was neat and ready for work and everything was in its place.  A cherry wood wardrobe was the biggest piece of furniture in there, even bigger than her bed, and this is where she went.  She opened the doors and removed the hanging attire she would wear, then went to the bed and laid them down, sitting down to remove her sandals.  Her movements were almost automatic as her mind was otherwise occupied and she stood and stripped off her clothes and tossed them into the waiting wicker basket with the rest.
Her private bath also overlooked the garden in the back of the house and there is where she went.  Everything in it was marble, but for the cherry wood vanity and frame around the mirror, and the one cabinet where her towels and toiletries were kept.
Reaching into the lavish shower, she turned the water on and made sure it was good and hot before she stepped in.  Again, her movements were automatic as she bathed, lathering her body as her eyes stared blankly at nothing.  Heavy on her mind was something she had awaiting her in Patriarch's World, and heavier yet was the most difficult task she had ever undertaken:  Raising a teenage girl.
Her shower finished, she dried and dressed and finally returned to her bedroom and sat down on her bed again, her elbows resting on her knees and her chin in her palms.  Everything else had been forced to succumb to the one issue at hand, and that was her daughter.  It seemed that every waking moment this girl was on her mind, as was the daunting task of motivating her as well as keeping her a secret from the outside world.  Her enemies could never know of Elissa, and therefore, no one could.  Drawing another deep breath, she looked about and found her sandals still on the floor beside the bed, and decided they could remain there for a while.
Leaving her room, she walked to the other corner of the house where, hopefully, there was a sixteen year old little Amazon studying hard or at least at the task of attending her chores.
She paused, her eyes fixed on the five display cases against the far wall.  They were glass from floor to ceiling, about two feet wide each and trimmed in cherry wood.  Her eyes were blank as they fixed on the contents of the last one, a costume and armor that she herself would don again in the coming week. It was also a reminder of many of her woes.  Friends awaited her in Patriarch's World, and so did many powerful enemies, many incomplete tasks, and one matter she had put off for seventeen years.
Most rooms of Themyscira were as Elissa's was with little taking up space but books, a personal computer of some kind, a bed, dresser, desk, wardrobe and the things a young woman would want.  Elissa's also included images of the outside world, which hung all over the walls.  Pictures of pop stars, movie stars, exotic places, fast fighter planes and such were hung randomly about.  The room was also cluttered with clothing and boots, sandals and a few of the weapons that should have been hanging on the walls or put in their places.  Her desk was an absolute mess.
Lying belly down on the unmade bed, Elissa had her personal computer open as she studied the screen with wide, dark blue eyes.  Absently, she would reach to the bowl of grapes beside her from time to time and slip one in her mouth.  Her muscular legs were bent at the knees and crossed at the ankles, slowly kicking back and forth as her lips silently mouthed the words she read.  Her long, black hair was pulled over one shoulder and much of it rested on the bed.  She was propped up on her elbows, arching her back as her fingers delicately tapped the keyboard from time to time as she read.  She had not removed her sandals, which were tanned leather that had straps that criss-crossed around each calf to the knee, nor had she changed into her training attire for the Thermopylae Training Center.  She was wearing casual garb that was similar to what her mother was wearing.  Facing away from her door, which was wide open, she did not see her mother lean on the door jamb and fold her arms.
Diana watched her for a long moment, and as she saw what was on the computer screen, she slowly shook her head, feeling a little disappointment once again as the girl was studying issues about the outside world and not her school work.
Pushing away from the door, she slowly, silently padded to the bed, and not quite an arm's reach away, she stopped and loudly cleared her throat.
Elissa's entire body jumped and she rolled clumsily over, sitting up quickly on the side of the bed as her wide eyes stared up at the tall Amazon Princess.   Raising her brow, she greeted, "Hi Mother.  Just studying like you said."
Diana's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked to the computer.  "Studying what?"  
"Um…" Elissa stammered, "it's, uh… post-Greek culture and how the world… Greek influence and stuff like that in…"  She cringed and drew her shoulders up as the Princess reached for the computer, and she looked away as she expected the worst.
Reading what was on the screen, Diana's eyes remained blank, but she shook her head as she read aloud, "The latest fashion trends in Hollywood and Paris.  Bruce Wayne:  The most eligible bachelor in Gotham City, or the world?  Denim for formal events this fall."  She looked down to Elissa.  "Something tells me the Greeks had nothing to do with any of this."
Elissa swallowed hard, still not looking at her mother as she admitted, "I guess not."
Dropping the computer back on the bed, Diana folded her arms again and turned narrow eyes on her.  "Is this what you call studying?  I just came from the university and your marks are unacceptable, you've been avoiding the training you need with your sisters in arms…  You've hardly done any training at all lately unless I assign it to you and make sure you go!"
"I was at the Spartana Training Center all morning," the girl reported dryly.
"Well, now.  What a surprise.  You went to the training center only an hour late and with your mother harping on you the whole time."
"I go every day, Mother."
"And after, you just lie around in here and read about what is going on outside of Themyscira."
"You expect me to do nothing but train and study," Elissa grumbled, still not looking at her mother, "and I'm curious about the world beyond this island."
"And the triathlon a few days ago?  You hardly trained for it and…"  Diana loosed a breath and turned away from her daughter.  "You should have been out in front of all of them and instead you lagged behind and struggled to finish fifth."
"Fifth isn't all that bad, Mother."
"Of six?"
Elissa loosed a little breath of her own, turning her eyes down.
Her mother rubbed her eyes.  "I simply don't understand why you aren't more motivated lately.  Every other woman out there gives it everything she has every day, but you are content to just get by."
"It doesn't matter how hard I try," Elissa complained.  "You're never satisfied."
"I push you for a reason, Little One."
Slamming her hand down on the bed, Elissa shouted, "I'll never be you!  Why can't you just accept that?"
"Do not raise your voice at me again!"  Huffing another breath, Diana shook her head again and ordered, "Get your armor and your shield.  You are expected on the training field at Thermopylae Square in an hour."  She turned and strode to the door, warning, "And you'd better not be late this time."
"This is because I'm small, isn't it?" Elissa accused.
Diana stopped in the doorway, her eyes finding the floor in front of her.  Something about those words stabbed at her.
"I'm not as big as other amazons," the girl went on, "I'm not as strong, I'm not as tall and I never will be.  And all of the training in the world will not change that!"
"Has it occurred to you that there is a reason I push you so?" the Amazon Princess asked softly, frustration evident in her voice.
"Because you want me to be you, but I'm not, Mother.  I can't be.  Nobody can live up to your standards."
Diana stared at the floor for long seconds, her hands clenching into tight fists, then she turned her head slightly and countered, "You can at least try."  She strode out, reminding, "Thermopylae Square in an hour."
Diana stormed through the house common area and to the garden out back.  Many plants were in bloom, trees had fruit awaiting harvesting, and birds and butterflies flittered about carelessly.  Fountains and statues blurred by as she strode past them with her hands clenched into tight fists, and finally she reached the wall at the other side and propped her forearms on it.  She could see the ocean from here, but even the beauty of her home could not calm her restless, angry mind.  Looking down at her arms, she saw the gauntlets that were permanently affixed there, seemingly indestructible metal reminders of her commitment to the Gods and to Themyscira, the bondage that she and all Amazons lived in, the servitude they were blessed with and condemned to for all eternity.  They meant something more than the simple tools of battle they appeared to be, but her own daughter simply could not see it.
Another woman joined her, leaning her gauntlet encased forearms on the wall as she looked toward the ocean.
"Still at odds with your daughter, I see," the woman beside her observed.  This was also clearly a warrior woman of Themyscira. Though many more years had been put behind her than most, an outsider would never have noticed as she still appeared as youthful as any, and one might think she was in her mid twenties.  Her long black hair was much like Princess Diana's and, despite having lived the life spans of many mortals, she still remained shapely, tall and strong like the younger members of her kind.  Drawing a deep breath, she finally said in a voice that was immune to her many centuries of life, "Thank you for attending to that matter in the Hall of Zeus."
Diana nodded, still staring at her gauntlets.
Her black hair shimmering in the broken sunlight of the garden, Queen Hippolyta turned dark blue eyes on her daughter, just staring at her in silence for a time.  She wore the loosely fitting garb of the ancient Greeks and her sword arm was bare.  Her skirt fluttered around her knees and her sandals were of the finest quality.  One foot was flat against the ground while the other rocked carelessly up on the toe.
Finally, she spoke again.  "Such troubles only find you when you are not getting along with my granddaughter."
Diana nodded again.
"She's still just a girl," the Queen reminded.
"I know," Diana confirmed softly, "but now is when she needs to focus.  Now is when she will build her greatest strength."
"And at her small stature she will need all she can get," Hippolyta added.
Looking away from her, Diana informed, "That's another reason for me to worry over her like I do."
Grasping the Princess' shoulder, Queen Hippolyta assured, "Diana, if she were ten feet tall you would worry over her all the same."  Turning back to the house, the Queen shook her head as she strode that way, entering a few moments later and looking toward the display cases.  A smile found her lips as she strode toward them.
With her sword in its sheath on her belt and her shield held over her shoulder by the strap, Elissa stared into the last of the five glass cases against the far wall, and she had her hand almost tenderly on the glass that separated her from the contents as she looked inside.
Hippolyta silently approached and gently slid a hand onto the girl's shoulder, asking in a soft voice, "What is troubling you today, Little One?"
Elissa would not look back at her and even averted her eyes from the older woman's reflection, redirecting her attention to the warrior's garb within.  "I grew up wanting to be just like her, and I guess she wanted me to be as well, but I never will be.  I've accepted that but she hasn't.  She won't."
"Perhaps she just wants you to realize the potential within you.  Every mother wants her daughter to grow up to be all the woman and warrior she can be and meet her destiny with great vigor."
"But what if I want more than that?  What if I want to leave here someday and see what else is out there?"
Queen Hippolyta slipped an arm around her and pulled her close.  "Every now and then a restless spirit like yours emerges.  Come here, let me show you something."  She led Elissa to the first display case.  
Within was an ancient and tattered scarlet top much as the women of the modern Themyscira wore, though this one was trimmed in gold with a golden raptor embroidered across the chest.  With it were leather sandals that were just as ancient, and in disrepair.  A battered round shield with a gold eagle on it and war weary sword and spear were also displayed, as were rusty greaves and silver gauntlets.
"Her name was Dianitis," the Queen informed, "and she would be the first of us to leave Themyscira.  She traveled alone by ship to Greece and found herself locked in a legendary battle with them against their enemies."
Elissa nodded.  "The Battle of Thermopylae, the place one of our training centers is named for."
"And she fought with great vigor and savagery," Hippolyta went on.  "When the Greeks retreated, she stayed at the side of King Leonidas and his handful of elite Spartan warriors until the very end."
"And she was written out of their history by the very people she fought with," Elissa added.
"That by design, child, to keep Themyscira a secret from the outside.  Leonidas' wife saw her remains and armor brought home, and after her son grew to manhood she returned here to live out her days as one of us."  She led Elissa to the next display case, one housing scant leather armor that was supplanted with formed steel plates over the shoulders and vital areas.  With this armor was a dilapidated sword and a horribly decayed wooden shield.  "Boudicca was one who sought to bring peace to a far away land, and was instrumental in uniting many warring tribes."  She sighed.  "Alas, they had an enemy of great power."
"The Romans," Elissa confirmed softly.
The Queen nodded.  "Yes, the Romans.  She did not return, but her few belongings were brought back here by a soldier she fought with."
"She was very brave," Elissa said softly.
"All of them were."  They moved on to the next were a form fitting suit of steel armor stood.  It was in very good condition for its age and the gloved gauntlets still held a heavy broadsword.  Etched in gold across the chest was the image of an eagle, and the helmet bore golden wings from the sides and an eagle's head just above the forehead.  The gauntlets themselves were marred and battered by many battles and contact with many swords.  "The armor of Cassiosha," Hippolyta said.  "She was yet another of our greatest warriors, one who left Themyscira to help make peace in a turbulent world."
"And the first to return alive," Elissa added grimly.
Smiling, Queen Hippolyta confirmed, "Yes, the first to return alive.  She fought against tyranny in Europe for many long years before coming home."
"Why didn't she stay?"
"I suppose she missed home.  It's also possible that she saw the futility in trying to help people who only want war with one another.  I'm glad she did, though.  She and I were always good friends and I cherish that friendship to this day."
Pulling her grandmother toward the next display case, Elissa looked in and observed, "And here is yours.  You left in the late nineteen thirties when you saw where the world was going to take a bad turn."
"World War Two," Queen Hippolyta confirmed.  She reflected in silence for a time, just staring blankly at the outfit within.  It was form fitting and a heavy material that seemed as if it was meant to repel projectiles.  There was not much to it and only covered her from breasts to thighs, ending in a short blue skirt that was covered with white stars.  The piece over her torso was all bright red with an eagle of gold across the chest with its wings almost all the way around the back.  Settled on the head of the mannequin it was displayed on was a gold tiara with a single red star in the middle of it.  Red boots trimmed in gold went all the way to the mannequin's knees, and a golden lasso hung on the right side of the gold belt that was modeled to form what appeared to be two W's in the front, one atop the other.
"You were the greatest of all the Amazons who left Themyscira," Elissa said with a girlish enthusiasm.  "You fought the powers of evil when the whole world was tearing itself apart with war."
"That it was," the Queen confirmed softly, staring blankly at the garb before her.
"You don't talk about that time much anymore," Elissa observed.
Smiling slightly, Hippolyta replied, "Perhaps I just ran out of stories to tell."
"Oh, no you didn't.  There were adventures and battles you had that people still talk about.  You are Themyscira's greatest hero."  Elissa stared at her for a moment, growing a little uneasy at the blank look she had.  "Granna, what's wrong?"
The Queen drew a breath and softly answered, "It was often a horrible time for me.  Some of the things I saw there, some of the things I experienced were so horrible that I don't like to recall them at all, and sometimes they haunt me anyway."
"It wasn't all horrible.  I remember the stories you told me when I was a little girl."
Smiling slightly, Elissa's grandmother looked to her and said, "No, they weren't all bad times.  There are many pleasant memories there, too."  She shook her head.  "But, Little One, I am not Themyscira's greatest hero."  She looked to the fifth display case and led the girl there.  "No, there is one who did far more than I did, one who stayed in Patriarch's World far longer, and one who touched many more lives."
Almost reluctantly, Elissa looked to the last display.  It was almost identical to the forth, but it did not have a skirt and just ended in a blue field with white stars, leaving the legs completely exposed.  The boots were pretty much the same, though they seemed lighter.  The material it was crafted from was much lighter, seemed to breathe better and was clearly made for freedom of movement, for agility rather than protection.  The same kind of tiara was on the brow of the mannequin, the same golden lasso.  This was the costume her mother had worn for many years.
"This is Themyscira's greatest hero," Queen Hippolyta informed straightly.
Elissa turned a perplexed look on her grandmother.  "My mother?"
"That surprises you, Little One?"
"But…  But she didn't fight a great war or anything, no great battles."
"Yes, Elissa, she did, and she helped to win that war.  Her enemies were often unseen and often struck first and decisively.  Hers was not just a war of brute force but one of deception and cunning.  She often did not know who or where her enemies were or where they would come from.  Dealing with all of that is not an enviable task and I'm not certain I would have come through it as she did."
Lowering her eyes, Elissa pondered what she had been told.
"She truly wants what is best for you," her grandmother went on, "just as any mother would."
Elissa nodded, but countered, "She doesn't seem to always know what that is."
"I'm sure she thought the same of me at times, Little One."  Patting Elissa's shoulder, Hippolyta said, "You have much to consider and the training center will be waiting for you."
Starting to turn that way, Elissa paused, her eyes on the floor before her.  "Granna, it won't matter.  When I do my best she doesn't even notice.  She just wants more."
Approaching from behind, her grandmother took Elissa's shoulders and kissed her gently on the back of the head.  "I'm proud of you, Little One, but if I'm to remain so, you have to give everything in your life your very best efforts.  Do something spectacular and unexpected and show your mother that you are every bit the Amazon warrior she was at your age and more.  Just know that she really does believe in you—and so do I."
Elissa nodded and softly said, "Thank you, Granna."  She felt her grandmother pat her shoulders one more time, then she heard her turn and stride out of the common room.  Turning slightly, she fixed her eyes on the outfit her mother had worn, on the tools she had used to bring peace to the world and fight off the evil that still plagued it.  No sword, no weapons, just her lasso, her boomerang tiara, her gauntlets, and her wits.  A light took her eyes and she raised her chin slightly, then she turned back toward her bedroom and strode that way with a purpose she had never before felt.
**
The half walled garden behind the house of the Queen of Themyscira was always a beautiful place, well kept.  Marble walkways offered pleasant strolls among the flowers and the butterflies that visited them daily.  Ancient statues of Themysciran warriors could be found every so often and there were many marble benches about.  This was a place that made one think one might be stepping back in time to ancient Greece.  Grape vines and olive trees also grew back here, and somewhere in the center was a vegetable and herb garden.  However, this only seemed visible to those who took the time to slow their minds and enjoy it, and this day Princess Diana found she could enjoy nothing.
All of that was far from the mind of the woman who had much of the burden of representing Themyscira to the outside world and secretly raising a teenage daughter to adulthood, and the latter weighed itself most heavily upon her.
She was at the other end of the garden after wandering for over an hour and leaned on the four foot tall stone wall, her eyes staring beyond the trees that surrounded her house.  She stood there a while, lost in her thoughts, then was drawn from them by a gentle hand slipping around her shoulders.
Queen Hippolyta hugged her tenderly, then finally asked, "You have burdens well beyond your place, Diana."
"And the heaviest of them bears the name Elissa," the Princess grumbled.
"My granddaughter is not so different from you at that age, Diana."  When she got an astonished look, she smiled and assured, "Oh, you worked much harder at tasks you were given, but your spirit was then as restless as hers is now.  You remember the day you—"
"Yes," Diana interrupted, "I do.  You were more angry than I had ever seen you, before or since."
"You had something to prove to me.  You thought you had something to prove to everyone."
"I was also at the top of my class, the best warrior on Themyscira at the time, and I poured myself into what was tasked to me, not futile studies in the outside world."
"Those futile studies would have served you when you got there."
Reluctantly nodding, Diana softly agreed, "I suppose so."
Taking her arm, the Queen turned her and they walked back toward the house.  "Perhaps if you were there to watch her train then she would be a little more motivated to do her best."
"I don't know why she's been so flighty lately," Diana grumbled.  "I couldn't wait to get up in the morning and get off to the University or Thermopylae Square or…  The only thing she doesn't fight me on is flying.  I should just send her to the Air Corps and she'll be their problem."
"You don't mean that, Diana."
With a heavy sigh, Diana shook her head and admitted, "No, I don't.  She just frustrates me so!  Hera help me.  If only she realized how much I love her."
"And the legacy continues," the grandmother chided with a big smile.
"You aren't helping."
"If you were listening, I would be.  Diana, she was the first child born on this island and you have to remember that she is not of pure Amazon blood."
"She is as pure an Amazon as any who have come here," Diana argued. "How many have we taken in over the centuries?  How many embraced the Amazon gifts that were offered them?"
"They were almost all adults, and all their own woman when they came here.  Elissa is still far too young to have grasped her destiny, and so far she has been given nothing beyond her Amazon heritage by the Gods, unlike you."
Diana pulled away and quickened her pace toward the house.  "Sixteen years is plenty of time for her to know who she is."
Taking the Princess' side again, Hippolyta shook her head and reminded, "You were curious about the outside at her age as well, much more than I was ever comfortable with."
As they entered the house again, Diana continued to complain, "She's forgotten who she is.  She's forgotten her…"
"Purpose?" Queen Hippolyta finished for her.
Diana huffed a breath.  "No, Mother, her duty to Themyscira and the people here, her duties to the world."
Queen Hippolyta laughed softly.  "You were much older than she is now when feelings of responsibility and duty became a part of you.  And you must remember, daughter of mine, that you are often attending your duties in Patriarch's World and she goes long periods without seeing you, and she worries terribly when you go out to battle the enemies of peace."
Venting a deep breath, Diana turned her eyes down and shook her head again.  "And that battle is all the more reason she needs to train harder than any other.  I can't bear the thought of what could happen to her if she is forced into such battle now with her training incomplete as it is."
Halfway across the common room, a muscular woman with long brown hair and dressed in light armor entered and strode toward them.  She had a sword at her side and her breastplate bore the silver image of a falcon.  Raising her chin as she reached her Queen and Princess, she held a hand to them and offered, "Good afternoon, my Queen, my Princess."
"Good to see you, General Phillipus," Queen Hippolyta replied as she took her hand.
Princess Diana's eyes narrowed as she asked, "Aren't you supposed to be at the Square training Elissa?"
General Phillipus half turned her head, her eyes locked on the Amazon Princess as she informed, "She never came to Thermopylae Square.  I came here to fetch her."
Diana looked to her mother, who lowered her brow and looked back.
"She isn't here?" the General asked.
"She left for Thermopylae Square an hour ago," Queen Hippolyta informed almost hesitantly.
"Something's wrong," Diana declared.  She turned toward the girl's bedroom and froze as her eyes fixed on that last display case, and she breathed, "Oh, Hera!  No!"
The other women looked and Hippolyta's eyes widened as she saw the case empty but for the mannequin that was still inside.
All three darted to her bedroom and Princess Diana was the first to burst in, calling, "Elissa!"
As they glanced about, they noticed her wardrobe stood open and some simple clothing, her flight suit, her computer, a few books…  All were missing.
"Her duffel bag is missing," the Queen informed, looking to the bottom of the wardrobe.
Princess Diana approached the bed, slowly reaching down to retrieve a folded parchment from the pillow and opened it, reading a few lines before she tightly closed her eyes to collect herself.  Looking to the note again, she read aloud,
"Mother,
I'm sorry I'm not everything you want me to be.  I intend to make you proud of me no matter what so I'm going to continue the legacy you and Granna started in Patriarch's world.  I've borrowed your outfit and armor from the display cabinet, but I promise to bring it back as soon as I've made my mark on the world like you and Granna did.  I learned more than you think so don't worry about me.  I'm ready and I'll do great.  Tell Granna I love her and know that I'll come home a hero just like you did.
I love you,
Elissa"
Princess Diana closed her eyes again and dropped the note, raising a hand to her eyes as she whispered, "Oh, Athena.  What have I done?"
Grasping her shoulder, Hippolyta ordered, "Get yourself together.  We may still have time to catch her at the air base."
The three women arrived on horseback and jumped down from their mounts, running up to the blond woman with the clipboard who had just left the tower.
Looking to the women who rushed to her, she raised her chin and greeted, "Queen Hippolyta.  Princess Diana.  What—"
"Did my daughter come here?" Princess Diana barked.
"Um," the blond woman stammered, "of course she did.  She just took off a half hour ago."
"Where was she going?" Diana pressed.
The blond woman looked confused.  "She had the charts you gave her.  She said you had…"  Her eyes widened.  "She said you sent her.  For the love of Hera!"
"The transponder," General Phillipus said suddenly.   "All of our aircraft have them.  We can track her with that even if she's enabled invisibility."
They rushed into the hangar where one of the locater stations was and the blond woman checked her papers for the airplane Elissa had taken.  "Here it is.  It's an IJ121.  Even at its top speed it should still be well within range."  She assumed the station and began working the controls.  "Okay, code in, and here we are."  She blinked as she stared at the screen.
All four women looked to a tool bench on the back wall of the hangar as they heard a rhythmic beep start.  They all approached the bench and the blond woman picked up the transponder, staring down at it as she shook her head.  "That girl is too smart for our own good."
"How do we find her?" Princess Diana asked desperately.
The blond woman answered, "In that plane, we don't, not without this."
"We know what she is going to do," Queen Hippolyta informed, "and where she is going.  Diana now is not the time to panic.  We will find her.  We will only need to watch their transmissions, and we will know where she is, and when it is time we can bring her home."
Diana slowly shook her head.  "She isn't ready for what she'll face.  She just isn't ready."
"Don't underestimate her," the Queen ordered.  "Elissa may not be especially motivated in her school assignments but she is a girl of tremendous wits and cunning, as she's proven today."
The Princess' hands shook and she took notice.  This was a fear she had never experienced and it began to consume her.  To calm herself, she drew a breath, then turned to the blond woman and ordered, "Ready an airplane, whatever you have that can leave now!"
The blonde's eyes darted to the Queen.
Hippolyta clenched her jaw and turned her eyes down, and softly she said, "No."
Turning fully to her, Diana barked, "Mother!  I must go and—"
"And do what?" the Queen snapped back.  "Rattle what little confidence the girl has?  How do you intend to even find her, Diana?  Settle yourself down and think.  If we go there now and start searching for her then the whole world will find out about her.  Your enemies will find out and then they'll stop at nothing to get to her.  We know where she is going, but America is a big place."
"What if she gets hurt?" Diana cried.  "Mother, anything could happen to her!"
"Have you no confidence in your own daughter?" the Queen countered.
Diana could only stare back and found herself unable to answer.
Setting her hands on her hips, Hippolyta scolded, "You trained that girl yourself for the most part.  She is stronger than any mortal she will meet, she is just as quick with her gauntlets as any of us and she is very well trained."
"She's only sixteen," the Princess said in a meek voice.
"And determined to take up our struggle, and determined more to follow in your footsteps.  Besides, I believe Cassandra was younger than that when we released her upon the world."
Diana turned her eyes down, softly countering, "Cassandra isn't my daughter."
Hippolyta drew a long breath and stared back at her daughter for long seconds, then finally offered, "If you would like to go after her now then you should go.  I'll support whatever decision you wish to make.  Just remember there is already a rift between you two.  I remember the rift I caused between us years ago and I don't want to see that happen between you and Elissa."
Her mouth tightening as indecision waged war inside of her, Diana finally nodded and absently said, "I can call Clark.  Perhaps he can watch out for her and come to her aid if needed."
Raising her brow, the Queen started, "What about—"
"No!" Diana barked, looking back at her mother.  "Not now.  Not yet."
"He'll have to know sooner or later," Hippolyta pointed out.
"I know," the Princess conceded, "but not now.  Things are still too tense."
Nodding, the Queen softly conceded, "As you wish."
Diana took the Queen's hands, terror and distress in her eyes as she admitted, "Mother, I've never been so afraid!"
Something somber was in the Queen's face, and yet she managed a little smile.  "So we have come full circle, you and I."
Okay, here is Chapter 1 of Wonder Woman: Legacy. I posted the fight with Red Panzer some time ago, but thought you might want to see how it all got started.

Enjoy, and sorry about the formatting.

Updated 30 October, 2011

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Chapter 2 [link]

UPDATE: Wonder Woman Legacy is now in print! All proceeds go to the fight againt breast cancer. WWL2, The Rise of Golden Angel will be in print soon! Enjoy!
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