Diana Prince.
Princess of the Amazons. Progeny of Zeus. Master Tactician of Themyscira. Ambassador Between Worlds. Member of the Justice League. Superhero.
For all of Diana’s reputable titles there was always one that stood above all else for Donna Troy: Sister. It was their connection, their relationship, the mold that truly mattered most. Everytime she fell, Diana was there, ready with an outstretched hand. With that hand absent, Donna had been left to her own devices, but it wasn’t until the weeks turned to months when worry truly settled in the former Wonder Girl’s soul. Diana was independent, but she was never so careless in the time Donna had come to know her. Had Diana gone into incredible danger she would’ve told her. That is what she believed.
But that hadn’t happened. The protector of the amazons, her mentor and sister, had disappeared without a trace.
Hippolyta didn’t give Donna much solace of mind, as was the case for every single interaction Donna had with the Queen of the Amazons since she had come to Themyscira as an infant. But unlike every other time, Donna hadn’t acted impulsive, rude, or disrespectful. The Queen was concerned, she just had a crappy way of showing it. Donna could respect that even if she didn’t like it, besides, she had bigger problems to deal with. She had to leave Themyscira and seek out Diana. Maybe by retracing her steps she could get some sort of idea of where she went? Could she find out what sort of trouble she was in? Should she contact the Justice League and seek aid? Or would this all be up to her in the end? Her burden to bear as Diana’s ward? A smattering amount of questions snaked around in Donna’s brain as she dug through her room on the eastern coast of the island. To answer any of these questions she was going to have to leave the island. She hadn’t ever done the journey alone.
“Hera.” Her voice shook, the nerves still getting to her. “Give me strength.”
There was a quivering laughter as she tightened the bracelets around her forearms. “That’s what Diana always says, right? Does it work?”
She frowned, looking outwards of a window overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. There were no signs from the gods. There hadn’t been those sort of things in centuries, not since Olympus locked itself away from the world. She wasn’t sure why she thought she would’ve seen some sort of sign.
“Right. That makes sense.”
Her hand clutched the lasso on the table by the window as she grabbed the rest of the essential items.
She had some flying to do.