1 Prologue: Blood

The man walked through the chaos of screams and blood as the people were slaughtered. The man did not bat an eye towards the helpless women and children that begged for their lives as the knights of Asgard picked them off, one by one. The young child could see everything, scared of what had happened, wondering how a pleasant and lovely day could have turned into the worst in only a second.

The young child's mother held her hand tightly, running through the chaos, holding up her other hand, making a white barrier to keep the two of them safe from the invaders. The woman then pulled the young girl into her arms, running faster towards the small house less than a mile away from the crowded, screaming war behind them. The girl watched as the man stepped towards them, zigzagging through the men and women and children and the nights that slaughtered them all.

As the woman opened the door to the cottage, the girl was put down.

"Hide, Diana," Her mother's voice was fragile, and the girl could hear the fear that lingered within it. The girl knew her mother was scared, and thus, she knew she had to be too. Diana could feel the same fear prickle up inside her tiny body as she watched the woman she adored and looked up to fear for her life.

Diana ran up to the closet and opened the doors; she turned around and looked at her mother's face, quivering in fear.

"It'll be alright, I promise," Her mother's voice was not as confident as she usually was, and the tears streaming down the young girl's face made the woman tear up also.

"Mom?" The young girl cried as she hugged the woman.

"It's going to be alright, but you have to promise me, Diana," The woman said as she pulled the girl away from herself, bent down and looked her in the eye.

"Hide, please, whatever you see, you have to hide from him, and don't show him your powers, don't do anything until he's gone," The girl could not look her mother in the eye, as tears made the girl close her eyes tightly.

"Promise me, Diana," The woman said, her hands on the young girl's shoulders. Shaking, the young girl could not do anything but follow her mother's orders, and Diana nodded her tiny head.

As tears streamed down both of their faces, the woman shut the doors to the closet and turned around. The woman took a deep breath and dried her tears; she did not want her daughter to see how scared she was of the man that stood outside the door this very second.

"Rebecca, come out here," The voice was singsongy as it called out for the girl's mother.

"Rebecca, the time for you roaches are over," It kept its laughing singsongy tone as the doorknob jiggled around.

"Perseus," The woman breathed out as the door opened; her hand was placed over the door of the closet, trying so desperately hard to keep her daughter safe from the man.

"Now, where have you hid my daughter?" The woman put up her hand, forcing herself to use the powers she had sworn only to use for good, never to hurt someone. But, this time, she did hurt someone. The man flew backwards, away from the door, and the woman looked back towards the closet. Diana, who could see everything through the stripes of space between the wood, watched her mother fight the man she knew was her father.

The girl held her hands over her ears, drowning away the screams of her mother as the man dragged his knife across the woman's face. Diana closed her eyes with tears streaming down her face, and she could feel the blade dig into the side, she knew it was not her side, for he had not opened the doors, but her mother's side, deeper and deeper as the woman screamed louder and louder. The girl closed her eyes harder, she could feel something soft hit her over and over, as if she had walked deep into an ocean and let the waves push her around, yet she knew she was still inside the closet, only a few inches away from where her mother was being slaughtered. The girl did not, of course, know that it was she who sent out the waves that came back and hit her.

The girl felt the waves hit her harder this time, and she felt a rush of air, fresh and crisp. The girl opened her eyes, expecting to see the horrid vision of her mother's death, but that was not what she saw—a field, green grass and blue skies. It was nothing like she had seen before. She had never seen such a blue sky, and it gave her a pleasant feeling.

As she took a deep breath of the crisp air, she felt the waves once again, and before she knew it, the scene of the field was gone and had been replaced with the set of her mother's dead body. The man was gone, so were the screams and fuss on the other side of the door. The girl was too scared to do anything. The young girl shook as she watched the red blood soak her naked feet; her mother's blood had soaked up towards the closet and towards the entry door. The girl did not know how long she had been gone, the blood on the floor was dark and tacky, and as Diana opened the door, she could see no light in her mother. The white smoke that had always lived around the woman's hands and deep in her bones were now gone. There was no sign of the woman's powerful magic, the reason she had been a queen in the first place.

The girl cried silently as she walked towards her mother's body. The girl fell to her knees, blood soaking her flesh as she slipped around, her hands on the dead and lifeless body on the floor.

"Mom," She cried, her voice quiet and filled with snot.

"It's okay, mom, you can wake up now," The girl still had her hands on the woman's body, not feeling her heart pound or the warmth that her mother used to have.

"Mom, please wake up. The bad man is gone," The girl said, her voice higher than before. Diana sniffled, inhaling the tears and snot and felt it all seep down her throat. Her hands had gotten bloodied, her legs were coated in the sticky liquid, and before everything happened, the dress she had been wearing was white, matching the one her mother had, but it too was soaked up in the puddle of blood.

Diana stood up on her tiny feet, looking down on her mother; she felt rage build up as she saw the lifeless eyes look back at her.

"I'm going to make it right, I promise mom, I'll make them pay," The girl said as she walked away from the body on the floor, out through the door and into the world where all she could see was dead bodies.

The waves hit the girl once again, and before she knew it, the girl was no longer around dead bodies. The green grass brushed against her sticky legs, and the wind was cold against her naked skin. It was not the same field as she saw before.