NIGHT had fallen. There was no one around. Diana thought about this all day, and she had reached a decision.

She took a long breath, eyes fixated on the Great Tower in front of her; the tower that kept the gifts the Seven gave to the amazons. And then she jumped from the cliff to the tower, her body almost flying through the night. She reached her hand and managed to grab an exposed block of rock right on time, laughing as the adrenaline rushed through her veins; just until it broke.

Swinging her arms madly as she began to fall, Diana couldn't help but, scream, trying to find a place to hold onto, but there was none; and that was when her hand broke the tower, her fingers smashing the rock with such strength that it turned to dust. And gave her a place to stop her fall.

Frowning, she looked at her hand sank in the rock, not knowing how exactly she had done that. She was strong, she knew it. But apparently she was stronger than she thought. Testing this theory, she raised herself a little bit and hit the rock with her free hand, seeing the tower break with ease.

Smiling in awe, Diana began her climb, her hands digging holes on the tower walls, until she managed to reach the top. Without wasting any time, she got in, walking fast in the treasure room.

The first gift from the gods she saw was the Lasso of the Smith, which she took, knowing she would need it in Man's World. By its side, there was a shield, Valyrian stone, indestructible; something she would also need.

Without wasting anytime, Diana jumped all the way down to obtain what she really needed, at the bottom of the tower: where the Godkiller was, inside a golden spiral.

That was what she was here for. The weapon made with the power of the gods themselves, that could finally end the Night King. With reverence, Diana entered the golden spiral, eyes on the sword, and took it, almost sensing its power.

Smiling, she turned and left the room; only to stop again when her eyes fell on the sacred amazonian armor, glowing with red, gold and blue. It almost called for her.

Well, she would need a set of armor too.

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Jon Snow did not sleep well. Not only he couldn't comprehend his own death and resurrection, but the queen's decision to not let him leave Themyscira kept him awake until the sun was beginning to shine in the horizon. Truth was, Jon didn't know what to do now.

He wasn't a prisoner. The cave they left for him didn't have bars or a locked door, but he was being watched, he knew that, but they didn't restrain him or tried to confine him to one place. That still didn't change the fact that there was no way out of the island unless he stole one of their ships, it wasn't like he could swim back to Eastwatch. And even if he got his hands on one, he didn't particularly know where he was, who knows how long his body drifted into the sea, as the weather of paradise island he currently resided in was no where near the icy nature near the Wall. So even if he tried to steal a ship, chances were he wouldn't get far. That's without counting that he didn't have supplies for the trip or any way to get them unnoticed.

The Free Folk and the war to come depended on him, he hadn't lied to Hippolyta. Jon needed to get away; he just didn't know how yet. Though he had to admit, even if he didn't want to be on Themyscira, that the island was definitely the most wonderful place he had ever seen.

Jon was so deep in thought that he almost had a heart attack when Diana suddenly appeared by his side, emerging from the side of the cave.

Raising his eyes, he looked at her; and his eyes widened at what he saw. She was wearing some kind of armor, a red, blue and golden armor... An armor that seemed tough but covered so little. He looked at her face, fast, so that his eyes stopped to stare at her legs.

She stood there, placing her hands on her hips. "Now, I will show you a way off the island, and you will take me to the Night King."

Jon's eyes never left her figure that exuded confidence, still entranced by her beauty, slowly nodded his head in agreement.

"Deal."

As the two rode on horseback, the Bastard of Winterfell silently admired Princess Diana's form when she led back to the shore. He realized that she had prepared a ship waiting for them at the port.

Gracefully getting off the stallion, Diana grabbed the bags containing the supplies they needed for their journey.

"We're leaving in that?"

"Yes, do you not know how to sail?" Diana questioned as she dumped the bags on the ship. He was about to answer that he did in fact know how, but the sound of horses galloping took both their attention. Diana looked at her mother and aunt before approaching them. Jon stood there awkwardly by the port.

"I'm going, mother. I cannot stand by while innocent lives are lost." Diana determinedly spoke to Hippolyta who stood in front of her, making Antiope proud.

"If no one else will defend the realm from the Night King, then I must. I have to go"

"I know." Hippolyta's answer took Diana by surprise. "At least I know that I can't stop you. There's so much, so much you don't understand."

"I understand enough. And I'm willing to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Like you once did." Diana's kind and brave words reaching Jon's ears.

"You know if you choose to leave, you may never return." Hippolyta warned, choking back a sob.

Themiscyra was magically guarded beyond the reach of Man which is why it only came as a shock when they found the strange man washed up in their shores.

"Who will I be if I stay" Diana's rhetorical inquiry brought a weak smile to her mother's lips.

Antiope slowly approached Diana and the Queen. Handing the youngest Amazon an object. Diana looked down with trembling lips to see her aunt's tiara. "This has belonged to the greatest warriors in our history." Hippolyta spoke.

"Now it's yours" The Amazonian General stated. "Make sure you're worthy of it." She said, knowing full well that the young Princess already was.

"I will." Diana's voice softly dying out. She clenched her jaw in an attempt to hold back her tears.

"Be careful in the world of Man Diana. They do not deserve you." Hippolyta warned, glancing at Jon who boarded the ship. She raised her hands to place on Diana's soft warm cheeks. "You have been my greatest love, today you're my greatest sorrow." She finished coldly.

Diana slowly turned around, pursing her lips. And as she walked away, finally shed the tears that she'd been holding back.

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"Should we have told her?" Antiope asked her sister, wondering if it was the right decision to let Diana leave without her knowing what she actually is.

"The more she knows, the sooner he will find her." Hippolyta said as she watched the ship continue to sail away in the distance.

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Diana sighed, trying her best not to think of how much she will miss her mother and her home. Turning to Jon, craving for a distraction, she spoke. "How long until we reach the war?"

Jon, who'd been placing bed covers on the deck of the ship for Diana to sleep on, stopped his actions and looked up at her quizzically.

"The war? The Night King hasn't crossed the Wall, at least not yet. And what remains of the Free Folk should've crossed castle black by now." He declared, sincerely hoping that at the very least, his orders were enforced, and that the wildlings were given safe passage.

Sitting down and crossing her arms in front of her, she asked yet another question. "Where was the fighting most intense then? If you take me there I'm sure I'll find the Night King."

Her words only succeeded in confusing him. He remembered the massacre of Hardhome, the atrocities he's seen. Those icy beings, their stoic gaze that could freeze anyone from sheer fright. How their spears shattered the other steel swords as if they were made of glass.

"Why do you want to go there?" He voiced his thoughts, his eyes narrowed.

"The Night King is our responsibility, only an Amazon can defeat him." She explained, reaching over to the Godkiller sword, holding it in her hands as she admired it herself. "With this."

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch raised his eyebrows as he closely observed at the longsword.

"Is that Valriyan steel?"

Valyrian steel was recognized by its unusual dusky color, distinctive rippled pattern, and the extreme sharpness of the blade. It was
strong and light weight in comparison to ordinary steel.

The steel could hold an especially keen edge, remaining sharp forever without the need for honing.

Diana nodded. "I don't know if that's what you would call it. It's forged using the techniques the Smith, Hephastus, taught mankind. Have you seen one before?"

Jon's eyes never left her soft features which the moonlight illuminated, there was something about the way she spoke made him want to believe every word of hers whole heartedly.

He didn't know anything about how Valriyan steel came to be created, no one did really. Like much of the Freehold's recorded knowledge and histories, the secret of forging the steel was lost in the Doom of Valyria. After that point, creating new Valyrian steel weapons became impossible, so the original method could only be speculated: Some stories claimed that the metal was imbued with magic spells and forged with dragonfire.

"I have one" He replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips, remembering his sword, LongClaw-gifted to him by the previous Lord Commander, Jeor Mormont.

Out of all the unfathomable things she'd said, he knew she was right about Valriyan steel slaying the White Walkers, as he had successfully killed one with his in the massacre of Hardhome.

The corners of Diana's lips tugged upwards, before she continued to narrate her mission. "Once I do defeat him, the war will end." She looked at Jon, confidence burning in her eyes.

Her ridiculous amount of confidence and how she thought it was so simple to end such a creature rattled him.

"Look I appreciate your spirit, but the war to come... It's not that easy to end. The fight that's about to happen is a great big mess. We can't defeat the Night King and his army alone, but we can go back to the North and get the men who can." He tried to convince the Princess, only for his words to fall on deaf ears.

Setting her sword aside, Diana voiced her declaration. "I'm the man who can. And once I find the Night King and destroy him, his army will be defeated, as well. And all of man will be freed from his influence and the world will be better." As those last words left her lips, she smiled brightly.

Her optimistic words, the way she spoke, she seemed to have such an idealistic view of the world. And how her radiant eyes looked at him-eyes that seemed to know nothing about words such as suspect and doubt- made him not want to argue with her.

"Alright." He nodded.

Diana quirked an eyebrow at how easily he agreed with her, as if he didn't really believe her. "You'll see."

"What are you doing?" She asked Jon, who continued to organize a place for her to sleep on.

"I thought- I thought you might want to get some sleep." Backing away as she approached him and readily lied down.

Seeing him step away, Diana stared at him quizzically. "What about you? Are you not sleeping? Does the average man not sleep?!"

Her incredulous tone flustered him.

"I..uuh" He looked at the beautiful woman lying down in front of him, raising an eyebrow as she waited for his answer.

"Y-Yes we sleep. It's just that I don't-"

"You don't sleep with women?" Slightly raising her head, she asked.

Mistaking at her question for an innuendo on his sexuality, he stammered. "No! I um, I mean I do sleep with women, I have before slept with a wo-" He stopped before he could finish his sentence as she innocently looked at him.

He sat down near the edge of the ship, having regained composure. "It's just, out of the confines of marriage, it's not polite to assume."

"Marriage? What is that?" Diana furrowed her eyebrows as she sat up on the bedclothes.

Jon looked up at her, surprised. "You don't have that in your island?"

She shook her head no.

"A man and a woman stand before a Septon, join hands, and they swear to love, honor and cherish each other until the end of their days." He explained. His words brought a sweet smile on Diana's face.

"And do they? Love each until death?"

"Not very often, no." Jon answered, resisting the urge to chuckle.

There wasn't a whole lot of loving marriages he'd seen, save for his father's to Lady Catelyn. But he could always feel a bit of loathing the Tully bared for Ned because of having him. A Bastard. A living breathing reminder of her husband's infidelity.

"Then why do they do it?"

"I don't know." He paused, that was how things were for the highborn in the Seven Kingdoms. "In Westeros, most marriages are arranged for the benefit of the houses being joined. Love is the least of their concerns." He stated.

'That's sad.' Diana absentmindedly frowned. "Like your House? Have you married someone to benefit your people?"

"No, I've never been married before." He answered.

"Why not?"

The Bastard of Winterfell exhaled sharply. "I'm a man of the Night's Watch, we're not allowed to take wives. It's a part of our oath." He wondered if his vows were even valid now.

It shall not end until my death.

And he died already.

Jon caught the confusion Diana's eyes held when he answered.

"So you chose to be alone for the rest of your days? Do you at least take lovers in the Wall?"

A hearty chuckle left his lips; her words succeeded in taking his mind back to that same conversation he had long ago with Ygritte. "There are no women at Castle Black."

Diana looked debative to herself. "Do they keep you separated then? That's awfully cruel."

She still didn't seem to get it. How to explain this one? He opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again; then he tried one more time. "Women aren't… fighters where I live, Diana. At least not usually."

She claimed they were amazons; the fierce league of warrior women that were a key component in defeating the White Walkers the first time around. If her words held any truth behind them, she wouldn't understand how their world operated. And he was right.

Diana raised her dark brows.

"What do you mean, they don't fight?" she asked. "But didn't you say that this war was unlike any other and that you needed all the fighters you can get to face the White Walkers? And then you just let half the population behind, when they could be helping?"

Not that Jon agreed with sending women to war, but what Diana said was true; women were as intelligent as men, and sometimes were able to fight just as good. Most of the wildling women he saw at Mance's camp were proof of that, his deceased lover was proof of that.

He sighed. "Diana, where I come from, most women don't want or are allowed to fight. They are thought of as fragile and delicate."

She'll just have to show them they were wrong, Diana thought. And she was more than capable of doing that.

The Princess looked at him and then to the space at her side. "So you can not sleep with me unless I marry you? I mean we are just lying down next to each other." She asked once more after a momentary silence.

She still wasn't willing to let this one go.

Jon Snow sighed, figuring it wasn't worth the banter, so long he kept his distance from the stubborn Amazon. "Alright, I'll sleep there."

"Good. There's plenty of room." Diana smiled brightly and tapped the fur by her side.

Gathering all his courage, he got up and went to her, lying down next to Diana.

"Jon," Diana muttered after said man lied down. "earlier during my mother's interrogation, you said you were a bastard, what did you mean by that?"

The Amazon had never intended to ask him this particular thing as she could tell earlier when he said it that it caused him a great deal of pain, but the inquiry seemed to gnaw at the back of her head. She wanted, no, needed to know more about the first man she'd ever encountered.

"Yes, my mother and father never married." The Snow breathed out, almost embarrassed. "It's frowned upon." He explained.

She didn't answer but she was clearly deterred by how foolish it is of people to judge someone by how they came to be in this world. "Well if you had been born here, it wouldn't have mattered." She said, attempting to make the man feel better, and she did, a bit.

Everything fell into silence, comfortable for both.

Figuring that it was alright to ask her something personal as she just had asked him such, Jon Snow spoke.

"When you said you've never met a man before..." He began as he looked up at the stars.

"You were the first."

Suddenly, the curiosity she had when looking at him yesterday made sense; she wasn't ogling him, she was studying a unique, possibly weird looking, specimen she had found. He didn't know if that made him feel better or worse.

"How is that possible, I mean, what about your father?"

Diana placed her arm beneath her head to support it before she answered. "I have no father. My mother sculpted me from clay and I was brought to life by the gods."

"Well..That's neat."