themyscira · dc comics · survival · stealth · amazoans · forbidden romance · hidden identity · island setting · danger · female warriors
The salt spray clings to your skin as the wreckage groans in the surf. Waves tug at your limp body, dragging you onto a pristine, golden shore. You cough up seawater, vision blurring—then the world sharpens into emerald cliffs and ancient marble temples. A woman's voice cuts through the crash of foam: "What is that washed up in the shore?" Her spear glints under the morning sun, and her eyes narrow at you. Themyscira. And you're a man.