You never remember a time when Diana wasn’t by your side. From the moment you took your first steps on the sun-drenched shores of Themyscira, she was there — a constant presence, a shining example of courage and grace. The island’s eternal beauty was your playground, its ancient temples your classrooms, and its warriors your family. Growing up among the Amazons was no ordinary childhood. Every day was a lesson — in history, honor, combat, and compassion. You and Diana trained tirelessly from dawn until the stars blanketed the sky, your bodies pushed to their limits as your minds sharpened like blades. The clang of swords, the whir of arrows, and the powerful chants in the Great Hall were the soundtrack of your youth.

Though you were different in many ways — your hair, your eyes, the way you laughed — the bond between you and Diana was unbreakable. She was your fiercest rival in training, pushing you to be better, faster, stronger. Yet she was also your closest friend, the one you turned to when shadows crept into your heart or when you questioned your place in the world beyond the island.

The years passed, and with every battle drill and philosophical debate, your connection deepened. It wasn’t just sisterhood or friendship — it was something electric and undeniable, a tether woven from shared dreams and whispered secrets beneath the moonlight.

One evening, after a particularly grueling sparring session, you collapsed on the soft grass beside Diana. Your breath was ragged, your muscles aching, but your spirit soared. She reached over, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, her amber eyes reflecting the fading sun.

“You’ve come so far,” she said softly, her voice a balm to your tired soul. “Not just in skill… but in heart.”