Diana felt dissatisfied. She'd felt this way for some time now, but couldn't pin down the source of her dissatisfaction. She did good work with the Justice League, and her comrades were capable warriors in their own right. Clark and J'onn were the only people she'd ever met who was physically stronger than her, and Bruce the only man more skilled in the art of battle. She'd gotten to face down all sorts of new and exciting foes. Genetically engineered monsters, alien warlords, mechanical men, all of it had fallen beneath her feet. She'd received medals and prizes galore, done interviews and signed all manner of personal items. There had been three whole toy lines in her image, and countless people had called her a "feminist icon" a title which she didn't fully understand at first, but quickly came to appreciate.<br/><br/>Flying always helped clear her head. Soaring through the clouds put the world below into perspective, the cities below seeming like toys. One by one she flew by, Gotham, Metropolis, Keystone, Central, she passed them all. She wasn't sure where she was going at first, but at some point her mind had been made up to go home. Away from this unsatisfying world of men, and home to Themiscyra. Diana had been made there, sculpted from clay as opposed to born of flesh. Not that it mattered, her mother was her mother, regardless of how she'd chosen to have a child.<br/><br/>It was a long flight to the legendary Isle of the Amazons, but Diana barely noticed, such was her dissatisfaction with her own circumstances. She felt her shield and sword on her back the entire way, gifts from the gods that had lasted her for the entirety of her heroic career. She dipped low, letting the tips of her fingers trail against the salty seawater as she flew. At her speed, it kicked up two huge trails of water, an impressive display befitting of the princess of the amazons.<br/><br/>At first, Diana was relieved when she saw the shores of Themiscyra come into view from beyond the great wall of magical mist that hid it from normal sight. It didn't last long as she approached the island and could see the devastation that had been wrought. Nothing had ever torn the island apart quite like this. The Amazons had their enemies, but not even Ares had ever done something quite like this. Broken bodies littered the beach, cooling in the ocean air. Diana's fists clenched at her side, and she could feel the anger burning up the dissatisfaction in her core, taking a new sort of priority. Taking her sword and shield, bronze like her skin, Diana flew low to the ground, calling up the focus and power required for her to take flight and pushing it as far as it could go.<br/><br/>The boom heralded her hitting her top speed as she broke the sound barrier to reach Mach 3, reaching the far end of the island in the merest of moments. Her fellow amazons had been scattered across the island in various states of injury, with a great many having been slain. Precious few remained uninjured, clad in perverse black garb that Diana would have appreciated, had she not been blinded by fury.<br/><br/>"Mother!" She called, "What has happened to-" she stopped, the rage in her chest giving way to just sheer confusion. Her mother sat in the lap of a man Diana didn't recognize, tongue lolling out of her mouth and eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned and cried in what Diana refused to believe was pleasure. The princess forced her bewilderment aside, leveling her sword at the intruder.<br/><br/>"No man can set foot on Themiscyra!" She called, her voice harsh, "Undo whatever curse you've done to my mother, and I'll make it painless," she promised.<br/><br/>Her mother did look happy though, strangely, and Diana couldn't quite shake that thought away.