Mommy/Mummy
The past year and some months have been hard.
Harsh.
Nothing in it has been nice or comforting or offering me the slightest glimmer of hope that things will one day be okay. It is a life that I am getting increasingly tired of. Running from authorities is taking its toll on me. Pretending to be a woman I am not, having to withhold the truth when I am supposed to be a shining beacon of that very ideal is starting to take a toll on me.
And yet here I am doing that very thing, thinking that things are never going to be the same again, that things will never be as they once were.
And that's when my glimmer of hope appears.
The Amazons are attacking Washington DC. I do not know why. I do not know how. I thought that they had retreated from from this Earthly plane forever. But they haven't. They are attacking the capital of one of the countries that I am sworn to protect.
So I come to Washington to see what is happening, and I see someone I never expected to see.
My mother. Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons.
At first I felt happy, elated. It almost seemed as though things were going to return to what they had once been. It almost felt as though I might truly be happy again, and no longer on the run.
And then experience and wisdom and questions set in.
Can it be her? Can it truly be my mother? Or is this a trick by Ares or some other god? My mother died in front of me, she died in my arms. This woman cannot be my mother because my mother is dead. My mother is as dead as Maxwell Lord.
But she stands in front of me, that kind, motherly smile on her face as she nods and tells me that it is her when I question her.
My mother. When I lost her, all hope started sliding away from me. When I lost her, that's when the world started to darken.
So is the world truly starting to lighten, again? Or is this merely another adversary I must face?
As I walk towards her, I prepare for the worst, but pray that it's my mother given back to me.
Muse: Wonder Woman
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Words: 287
Harsh.
Nothing in it has been nice or comforting or offering me the slightest glimmer of hope that things will one day be okay. It is a life that I am getting increasingly tired of. Running from authorities is taking its toll on me. Pretending to be a woman I am not, having to withhold the truth when I am supposed to be a shining beacon of that very ideal is starting to take a toll on me.
And yet here I am doing that very thing, thinking that things are never going to be the same again, that things will never be as they once were.
And that's when my glimmer of hope appears.
The Amazons are attacking Washington DC. I do not know why. I do not know how. I thought that they had retreated from from this Earthly plane forever. But they haven't. They are attacking the capital of one of the countries that I am sworn to protect.
So I come to Washington to see what is happening, and I see someone I never expected to see.
My mother. Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons.
At first I felt happy, elated. It almost seemed as though things were going to return to what they had once been. It almost felt as though I might truly be happy again, and no longer on the run.
And then experience and wisdom and questions set in.
Can it be her? Can it truly be my mother? Or is this a trick by Ares or some other god? My mother died in front of me, she died in my arms. This woman cannot be my mother because my mother is dead. My mother is as dead as Maxwell Lord.
But she stands in front of me, that kind, motherly smile on her face as she nods and tells me that it is her when I question her.
My mother. When I lost her, all hope started sliding away from me. When I lost her, that's when the world started to darken.
So is the world truly starting to lighten, again? Or is this merely another adversary I must face?
As I walk towards her, I prepare for the worst, but pray that it's my mother given back to me.
Muse: Wonder Woman
Fandom: Wonder Woman
Words: 287