Diana was sure of that. It was after all what she'd been told the thousands of years she'd lived there.
This place she found herself on though, it was not Themyscira. She knew that with every fiber of her being as she pushed herself up to her feet. The cloth that had been left by her side was expertly wrapped and draped around her and pinned into place in a matter of minutes. She hadn't worn anything like that in years, but it was almost as though she'd never left her home.
She exhaled slowly, her eyes narrowing as she listened to the booming voice coming from the statue. Honored guests? She could feel her anger boiling just the surface. Sanctuary? Eros was delusional if he actually believed that she would worship him. Though...
Her hand came up and her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the collar that encircled her neck. She was collared like a slave! Glancing down, she spotted her sword and leaned over, and she picked it up. She tested its weight in her palm, almost as though she was making sure it was actually The Sword of Athena.
"You shall pay, Eros, son of Aphrodite for bringing me here to this place," she whispered, shooting the statue an angry glare before heading out of the temple.
Diana Prince aka Wonder Woman | DCEU
Themyscira had been a paradise.
Diana was sure of that. It was after all what she'd been told the thousands of years she'd lived there.
This place she found herself on though, it was not Themyscira. She knew that with every fiber of her being as she pushed herself up to her feet. The cloth that had been left by her side was expertly wrapped and draped around her and pinned into place in a matter of minutes. She hadn't worn anything like that in years, but it was almost as though she'd never left her home.
She exhaled slowly, her eyes narrowing as she listened to the booming voice coming from the statue. Honored guests? She could feel her anger boiling just the surface. Sanctuary? Eros was delusional if he actually believed that she would worship him. Though...
Her hand came up and her fingers brushed against the cool metal of the collar that encircled her neck. She was collared like a slave! Glancing down, she spotted her sword and leaned over, and she picked it up. She tested its weight in her palm, almost as though she was making sure it was actually The Sword of Athena.
"You shall pay, Eros, son of Aphrodite for bringing me here to this place," she whispered, shooting the statue an angry glare before heading out of the temple.