The warm Tropical air of the area surrounding Paradise Island blows on a bluff that overlooks Themyscira and the Bay. The Queen stands silent and resolute as she looks out to the blue sky and clean air to the horizon, seemingly reflecting on the past. It wasn't long before her daughter approached her in her uniform, the golden metal on her breastplate and belt reflects the warming rays of the sun.
"I had a feeling you would be here, rather than see me off mother." says Diana.
"I find it difficult to say goodbye, my child. For it may be the last time I say it to you." she replies. "Yet I am happy to see you before you leave, because I need to give you something you always ask of me."
"What is that mother?"
"Answers...Answers to questions other children ask their mothers and get the truth. Answers that no child should not know. Answers that everyone, albeit woman or man, should know."
Diana is confused by this and looks to her with some curiosity. "Mother, you have taught me well. I know all about our history, or culture, our gods, our science..."
"But you never once asked me who your father is." A long silence between the two fell upon them. "Many years ago, my mother Otrera was the queen of the Amazons. She was very beautiful, courageous, and a skilled fighter. Back then the Amazons used to mate with males to keep our ranks of Amazons. The males born were left with their fathers, as the females would be raised by us Amazons. I was conceived when my mother had mated with Ares, the God of War. I, along with my four sisters Antiope, Melanpippe, and Penthesila, were considered Amazon Queens. As I stated, Ares charged me to protect the Magic girdle, but the Heracles ordeal was the start of my ruination. Theseus, the ruler of Athens, had prior kidnapped Antiope and taken her to his city. It was during our clandestine battle that I bartered with him a deal. I would give him the girdle for Antiope safe return. He agreed, but Hera, seeing that I would not destroy him, set a ruse by assuming the form of an Amazon and alerted my sisters Melanpippe and Penthesila that I had been bested by Heracles. The Amazons came under false pretenses to my rescue, and without the Golden girdle we were overwhelmed. To make matters worse, in the battle I was maimed by Penthesila and left for dead. To her dying day, she believed she had accidentally killed me. I did survive, of course, but the injury would leave me barren and I would never again be able to have a child of my own."
Diana is shocked hearing this revelation. "So...I...am adopted?" she asks.
"No, my child, you are of me. You have my hair, my eyes, my blood. You are all of me, and live because of my foolishness to be guided by men. Every 100 years, we have a tournament such as the one that took placed to send a sister to man's world. The event is how we continue to grow here in Themyscira. The winner of the event goes to man's world as a mortal female, with no hope of returning to us, yet precedence was allowed for visitation: If the sister returns with a female child to be raised as an Amazon. In the 35 Centuries I had to endure this blessed event with jealousy and scorn because I was lonely. I had all these sisters, yet I was empty, barren, I was bad fruit and shameful of it. Then Twenty years ago, a sister returned with several children, who saw me alone on the beach among the clay. I took a bucket of it and began to mold a child, a child that would embrace me. A child to care for, to nurture and teach. I was so profound in this that I prayed to the gods to bring this infant life, so I could end my eternal loneliness. I would fall asleep that night in the clay, with the babe in my arms, and dream of a young woman who I believed was my daughter. I awoke to find a beautiful blue eyed babe sucking me, as she was the clay babe I crafted...that child...is you...Diana of Themyscira."
Diana is in shock as her mouth seemed open; her eyes widened a bit, before she closed her mouth. Her expression was indifferent, yet serene and calm, but her mind was wrapping around this story as her mother continued. "Althea is the only other sister that knows of this. From all her findings, you are an Amazon just as all your sisters. You have blood, organs, a heart, and not a trace of clay. You are truly a gift from the gods, brought to life by the very forces you fight for today my daughter. Love, Justice, and equality and you are untouched by man; you are truly...a Wonder Woman."
Diana's eyes well up with tears as well as her mother's as they embrace, both weep as they know this may be the last time they ever be together again. "My mother, I promise....I will return one day...and bring you a Grandchild so you will never be alone again."
With that Wonder Woman and her mother returned to Themyscira, and the sedated Steve Trevor was placed on a craft called the Pegasus. It was barely visible and was controlled by Diana's mind. She was told it can assume any shape or configuration of craft she can think of, and she would need it to bring Steve back to Washington. The craft, being a mental construct, can disappear and reappear on a whim. As she lifted off from the City square she looked down at her mother, Althea, and Aresia as they waved to her with smiles on their faces. Mala had previously left with Diana Prince for South America, and now she was on her way to her new life, and her new home as Wonder Woman.