LONG ago when time was new, and all of history was still a dream, the new gods ruled the earth. The Father, Zeus, king among them.

Zeus created beings over which the gods would rule, beings born in his image. Fair and good, strong and passionate. He called his creation 'Man', and mankind was good.

But the Children of the Forest, who still worshiped the Old gods, grew envious of mankind and sought to corrupt the Father's creation. Thus making the very first White Walker.

He, was the Night King. A god of destruction.

The Night King poisoned men's hearts with jealousy and suspicion, he turned them against one another and war ravaged the realm. It was the Long Night.

So, the Seven created us, the Amazons, to influence men's hearts with love and restore peace to the realm. Uniting all man to fight and defeat the Others.

And for a brief time.. There was peace.

But it did not last. The Night King had been too powerful to defeat, he was wounded, so he was forced to retreat and rested in deep sleep beneath the ice. However, his influence overpowered ours and man once again lost their way, enslaving us.

Your mother, the Amazon Queen, led a revolt that freed us all from enslavement.

But the Seven knew that one day the Night King might return to finish the mission that's been encrypted within his core. Causing an endless war, where mankind would finally destroy themselves and us with them. Then he would march with his army of the undead, and end them once and for all.

So the gods left us a weapon, one powerful enough to kill the Night King. With his remaining power, Zeus created this island to hide us from the outside world, somewhere the Night King would not find us.

And all has been quiet ever since.

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Diana walked away from the training grounds breathing heavily, not from exhaustion, no. But from the immense amount of guilt and confusion at what she had just done.

She was finally going to establish to her mother, Queen Hippolyta, that she was a fierce warrior, the best of the amazons, one worthy of some day wielding the godkiller weapon if need be. And to prove that it was the right decision to begin her training after she'd been deprived of it at the beginning.

Diana was always pursuing the life of a warrior, despite her mother's rejections. Determined to serve, she ultimately enticed her aunt Antiope to train her in secret, but was soon discovered by her mother, Queen Hippolyta. Begrudgingly, the queen accepted Diana as a warrior, and ordered Antiope to train her better than any other Amazon.

But she had taken it too far.

In a spar of with her aunt, thinking she had bested the commander of the Amazons, Diana had gotten distracted.

Constantly glancing to her mother, to make sure she saw how proud Hippolyta would be of her; she had let her guard down, and Antiope took it as a teaching moment for the Princess. But Diana shielded herself from the constant blows coming from Antiope using her Bracelets of Submission.

What had surprised her and every Amazon present in the training grounds, was the bout of red energy the emanated from her, channeling itself through her bracelets, throwing everyone around on their backs; and almost killing her aunt.

Diana reached the edge of the tall cliff, and breathed the sea air, closing her eyes for a moment, letting herself calm down. The image in front her was breathtaking, mountains dressed in a grass cloth in front of her, and beneath her was the furious sea, expanding itself beyond the confines of the world.

There was no doubt that Themiscyra was astoundingly beautiful. But she paid no mind to the scenery at the moment

The Princess furrowed her eyebrows and raised her hands as she looked at them in confusion. How was she able to do that? Diana didn't know what to do, not when her mother, and every single one of her sisters were looking at her with surprised faces; with fear. So she ran. She ran as fast as she could, until there was nowhere else to run to.

As she looked up once again to look at waves to calm her breathing, she took notice of a figure floating in the waters, she narrowed her eyes to get a better look, she always had excellent vision that aided her in her archery training and the occasional hunting expedition she went on with her Aunt.

So as she focused, she found that it was a person dressed in all black. What alarmed her was that the person was unmoving, no sign of struggle as the waves thrashed and covered them whole.

Without hesitation, Diana started to run and jumped, opening her arms, as she fell all the way down, diving head first in the water. She swam as fast as she could, her body splitting the sea water, trying to reach whatever had fallen before it sank down.

As she sank into the bottom of the sea, holding her breath, she took notice of the person's features.

It wasn't an Amazon. And it certainly wasn't a woman. This was a man.

Mentally shaking her head to snap herself of the bewildered thoughts, the dark haired woman, as fast as she could, grabbed the unconscious person and started to swim up.

When they finally resurfaced, allowing her to breathe again, she started to swim all the way to the shore, on her back, so the unconscious person could keep his head out of the water. It didn't take long to arrive.

She laid his body onto the white-ish sand of the beach, kneeled beside him, and soon she took the first long look at the person she had saved. He was lean with dark brown hair, but what grabbed hee focus was something else.

He wasn't breathing, and she had to do something quick. Recalling the technique she'd read from one the many books she studied from. The Princess extended the man's head, pulling his chin forward to open his airway before placing her hands, fingers interlocked, on the man's chest and began compressions.

Diana exhaled in frustration once she found no evidence of him breathing yet. She leaned forward and took a deep breath, sealing her lips around his mouth after she pinched his nostrils and began to give him two breaths. Pulling away from the unconscious man, Diana frowned at her futile attempts.

"No, no, come on." She desperately opened up his leathery top to reveal his chest, she gasped when she saw the multiple stab wounds in his abdomen and one right into his heart.

No one would have survived these injuries, but the man didn't seem dead. Sure he wasn't breathing but he was still warm.

Diana didn't want to give up on him, she began praying to the Seven.

Father, Mother, Warrior, Maiden, Smith, Crone, Stranger.

Her hands trembling, she prayed and prayed as she placed her hands on his toned chest once again. Closing her eyes, Diana desperately asked for a miracle. To others it would have been complete and utter madness to do so, but she was not like the others. She, herself was miracle, she had been sculpted from clay by her Hippolyta, and the Father, Zeus, has brought her to life.

She prayed to the New gods and even those of Old, for a miracle, because deep down, without her even knowing yet, she knew that this was not his time to go.

And she was right.

Diana flinched when she felt jolts of electricity through her fingers that quickly left her own hands and ran along the man's body, she gazed in utter amazement as the light traveled up his neck to his face then quickly dissipated just as it had started.

She waited for something to happen, anything, she placed her hand on his cheek, feeling it's warmth.

Suddenly, the man's eyes snapped open as he started coughing up all the water that had reached his lungs.

Giving him his space as he sat up gasping for air, Diana stepped back. She couldn't help but notice the look of utter fright the man had on his face as he looked around frantically, his grey eyes landing on her.

It was then that Diana finally got a good look of him. The man looked to be close to her age, what caught her attention was his onyx colored eyes. Ones that looked at her in confusion and that held pain. His dark brown hair fell gently down due to its wetness.

Diana looked at him mesmerized, her eyes almost sparkling, for she had never seen a man before. And she certainly never seen someone resurrected from the dead before.

"You're alive." She muttered, a smile stretching on her lips.

Jon Snow's lungs expelling all the water he had swallowed, his chest hurting; actually, his whole was body hurting.

'Wow' His mind was actually numbed by such beauty.

The woman standing over him had to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. Dark hair pulled behind her head, red lips, a fair skin. Jon was awestruck, seeing her beginning to smile while staring at him.

It was difficult to tear his gaze away from her, but once he did, he looked down at the stab wounds that marked his torso. Breathing heavily in panic, he looked up at her again. "Am I?"

The Lord commander of the Night's Watch truly thought he had died after his brothers betrayed him, taking turns in stabbing him, that was the last thing he could remember. Now looking at the beach around him, and then at the captivating and beautiful woman smiling at him, he thought he was going to be guided into the afterlife by a goddess.

"Where am I?" Jon asked, still panting heavily, not recognizing the sunny, beautiful place he was in.

"Themiscyra." Just as the Princess answered, she heard her name being called.

"Diana!"

The familiar voice of her mother cried out, she jumped to her feet when she saw Hippolyta approaching them along with her queensguard.

A look of horror and shock came up on the Queen's face as she saw her daughter helping a man up to his feet.

Hippolyta jumped off her horse and so did her guards, quickly approaching Diana and the intruder on their island.

"Who are you?!" She yelled at the bearded man who stared at her, confused and completely lost. "Step away from her!"

"Mother, he needs to see a healer." Diana quickly interjected.

Hippolyta frowned and looked back to the two Amazons behind her. "Seize him." she commanded. Doing as told, the two toned women took hold of the stranger.

"No, Mother. You don't understand, he's badly injured!" She yelled in desperation as she attempted to free him of the ropes her fellow sisters wrapped around the man. Jon could hear her accented voice, arguing with the older woman. He didn't resist being tied up or even attempt to fight back because he felt too weak at the moment, his own legs couldn't carry him, hurting like he had knifes in it.

And the two woman dragged him to he not knew where.