NOTE: This story is now published on my portfolio site, here . Hippolyta held her little Diana, finally asleep after a long day of learning from all of her aunts. The angelic looking 7-year-old had a slight smile on her face, resting with her head in the lap of her mother. Looking down at her, Hippolyta reflected on the mystery of her child, formed from clay and given breath by the gods, who had scarcely interacted with humans or Amazons for centuries. She wondered what was awaiting Diana; what would her destiny be? The pride Hippolyta felt over her daughter and her incredible abilities at such a young age and her adoration for the child were tempered by a constant uneasiness at the thought of Diana's destiny, still unknown. The Amazons were a proud race of women, all as fiercely loyal to each other as sisters, and all more accomplished in every way than even the most powerful of men in the world outside of Themyscira. Isolated on their island for centuries, the women had spent t...