She alone trained in a near by field; Practicing to hone her power, Diana felt the tribe would be at risk if her power was unmanageable. She settled for a grassy hillside field north of her tribe; with miles in between them she could let loose the overwhelming sensation residing in her core, like a bird in a cage Diana longed to use her full potential and to let it free. The free feeling of this hidden paradise brought peace to Diana. The air here is brisk, the fresh morning air napping on Diana's skin. The honey glow of the sun creeping towards the day hung over her body casting familiar shadows across the dewy grass. The sun rise meeting the sea is what welcomes you to these hills. These hills are Diana's perfect escape, to prefect her alliance with the land. She stood in the highest point of the field over looking the bay. She graced her hands up and down her shoulders shimmering the cold away. For a Divine entity Diana felt much of what humans feel: cold, heat, love, and pain; because she is flesh, bone,and human with the blood of the gods coursing through her. She began to reach her arms to the sky as if she was going to hug the beautiful colorful A-ray in the sky, stretching for the day to being.
In the distance Magma made her way through the thicket's of Walnut Trees towards Diana. Magma out of breathe shouts across the way,"Diana, it's time to get ready!" With a great awkward sigh Diana turned to gather her things.
Upon returning home Diana was fitted in a blue Baleen corset lined dress with grey armor; asymmetrical skirt that gradually fell to the ground on the back side. This day came quick for Diana as the inquiry's arrived. Everyone's peering eye surrounding her confining herself… she trembled as she began to take the stand. Her Aunts right behind her as the crowds gathered for a ceremony for a 'New Born' child. She walked to hear her rites, and as a 'High Born' female she was to be announced in front of the tribe. The Tribe varied in numbers. Thousands have been gone voyaging over seas; conquering, rescuing , and enslaving, all border territories. Forever expanding our tribes reach; The rescued members are simply out of place women searching for independence, creating the majority of our voyagers. The fleet is made up of 88 ships, and all are victorious trophies. The main landers consist of house ladies like; cooks, cleaners, teachers , students between ages 4- 19, councils member and other high ranked officials creating different houses of ability. The houses stood there gasping at Diana; The counsel snickered to themselves in awe at the scene in front of them. There below the stand were 642 Amazonian's and counting; All eagerly waiting to hear the riveting details of this young girl, The heir to the Royal seat. Diana gazing over the edge gulps down the anxiousness. A tall woman with light blue eyes and blonde hair approach Diana. This woman's name was Phoebe, The High priestess. Phoebe watched over the Temples. She is a water nymph of Artemis. Her wide doe expression beamed towards the crowd as she announced; "Welcome, Everyone. This is Diana princess of the Amazonian tribe. She shale inherit the gifts of every ancestor dating back to Otrera, the first queen. The goddess Artemis has blessed her with a divine endeavor, prophesying this tribe in to the 'New Ages'. She as you can see is not the small crying new born expected. She is evaluated to be nine years old, a gift from her father. Most of you know that our relation slave TyBeck was to father a child however divine deities had other fates. Our princess Diana's father is the king of Olympus, Zeus."
The crowd in awe gasped until the sound feathered to silence, silence that cradle the air stagnant.
Phoebe continued thoughtfully knowing the tenderness of the group;" Please everyone, Diana is a deity all on her own. Yes, this is an extreme astrological once in a gigayear phenomenon. She does possess her entire line of gifts and seraphic rights. Which make her a crazy scary being and she will be our queen one day."
The air still filled with a creaking anxiety; awkwardly the faction simmered, then rose their hands up, and swooped their right hand to their left shoulder. With the left they lunged forward heaving spears in the air chanting, "Latreia Aletheia Anax" (worship the true queen) in unison they tapped their spears vertically into the reddish brown dirt beneath them. "Tap, tap, tap!" "Latreia Aletheia Anax!" Beneath Diana feet 877 people kneeled before her. Her army claiming her as their rightful ruler, signifying the acceptance of her future reign.
In an enlightened voice Diana spoke softly; " This vessel is like my armor… immortal armor forged from cold emotion, that protects me from the world. There's a battle coming with inferior attack, Change will come, Change is going to come."