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The Twelve Labours of Wonder Woman	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 46119 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Green eyes sparkled like shifting moonlight over water. "It has been a while since we played such games with mankind."
Zeus smiled. "Too long, if you ask me."
"I'm not sure I approve. The amazons have long been faithful to us. My waters have kept their island secure for centuries of their worship."
"So did my skies, and how did this upstart girl show her appreciation?"
Artemis sighed. "We've been through this before."
"It is happening, Brother. The amazon travels through Tartarus as we speak. Now is your rightful turn to choose a challenge for her. Right after me."
Something stirred in the depths of Poseidon's sunken eyes. "You wanted her to fail. Yet she survived your attempt to break her. Interesting."
"She... had a fair chance. And got lucky. But will you really pose a challenge, or go easy on her, Brother?"
Poseidon snorted in derision, echoing the vast cetaceans.   "The sea is never easy. Woe on those who forget that. Brother."
The golden trident began to glow.

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Diana stopped. The two amulet fragments in her grip were glowing brighter; light surrounded first her hand and then grew into a nimbus that enveloped her completely.
When the light withdrew, the Amazon Princess was somewhere else.
The gloom of the caverns deep below Themyscira was gone. She stood instead on a lichen-covered boulder overlooking a steep drop to the coastline, where dark waves bathed the sharp rocks under a clear blue sky.
She climbed down to the shore, and after careful examination of her surroundings, left the tattered remains of her clothing alongside her diminished bundle of supplies. Cautiously, she bathed in the icy waters, welcoming the cold on her skin, carrying her lasso on a shoulder and holding tight the two amulets pieces, secure in a pouch made from her damaged bustier.
When exiting the waters, she found that her armored clothes had been restored to pristine condition.
She muttered a brief thanks to the gods. She was being watched, of course, but how closely?

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Following the wordless tug of the amulet along the rocky coastline, she came to a settlement nestled against the stone walls, with homes ranging from modest huts to fancier places with ornately carved facades. Various fishing boats of assorted sizes were tied at the low wharf below. Sails were furled, and nets hung, unattended. No one could be seen moving about the place. She called out, and no voice answered, but as she walked closer, soon there was the faint murmur of people's voices, just past the farthest rock outcropping.
Following the sound, she came to an wave-lapped flat surrounded by towering sheer rockfaces that plummeted straight to the tumultuous waters, the only access to a wave-lapped rocky ledge provided by a narrow passage fractured into the rock. A crowd of several hundred gathered there, near large, lighted braziers, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of excitement and lamentation, underscored by the steady beating of two large drums of stretched sharkskin by brawny men. A thin old man began to address then with well-practiced cadence, his words flowing between the drum beats. Behind him, two spear-bearing men in stiff leather armor flanked a young blonde girl, whose slender arms were extended above her head, wrists bound by heavy metal manacles to thick, rust-stained metal rings firmly embedded into the rock. Her tanned skin, from neck to ankles, was covered with delicate swirling patterns of painted purple and blue, and between the peaks of her young breasts hung the many loops of an elaborate necklace of gaudy stones, matching the headdress gathering the long locks of golden hair.
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"-And blessed be this most beautiful maiden whose devout behavior shall bring honor to her house, as it brings peace to our people-!"
"STOP."
The drums grew silent. All eyes turned to the newly arrived amazon princess in shock, and people cringed away as she strode forward resolutely.
Assorted guardsmen leveled shaky spears at the tall, sable-tressed beauty, while the priest proved his mettle by speaking. "What-Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The dialect resembled some Mycenean variations Diana had studied in her youth. "I am Diana of the Amazons of Themyscira. I am on a quest for the gods of Olympus." She spoke slowly, careful to make herself understood in her best approximation of their grammar and syntax. "What are you doing to that girl?"
The crowd erupted in multiple cries and arguments, but the priest silenced them imperiously. "LIES! THERE IS NO OLYMPUS ANYMORE!"
"No Olympus?"
"THE OLD GODS ARE LONG GONE! NOW THERE IS ONLY THE KRAKEN!"
"-Kraken?"
"You do not fool us! We know of no Themyscira. No other place remains in the world where man may live but our nation. You must be an evil spirit sent to confound us! BEGONE FOUL APPARITION, OR WE SHALL DESTROY YOU FOR THE GLORY OF OUR LORD THE KRAKEN!"
"Are Kraken not creatures of the northern lands far from-?"
"SLAY THE DECEITFUL SPIRIT!"
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The golden lasso tightened around the now unarmed guards, bundled back to back against each other.
"Now stay still. I don't want to hurt anyone." Diana strode forward, tossing aside the broken spears. People cowered in fear at her proximity, but to his credit, the priest stood his ground before the foreign woman who towered over all of them.
"YOUR EVIL POWERS DO NOT SCARE US! THE KRAKEN WILL PROTECT US!"
Diana stepped around him and approached the bound girl. "Do not be afraid." She spoke soothingly, grabbing the heavy chains and easily twisting the manacles open, freeing the captive's wrists. "Have they hurt you?"
"N-No." The girl's voice was almost inaudible against the noise of the sea. She was almost two heads shorter than Diana, and her pretty face still held the softness of recent childhood. In the multi-colored neckpiece, a small piece of golden ceramic glowed softly, beckoning.
"Good. No one will. I will make sure of it."
"No... No-!"
"YOU WILL NOT-!"
Without looking away, Diana reached out and grabbed the priest's hand, forcing him to drop the sharp piece of rock, before pushing him away harmlessly.
"You need not fear these men, I can take you away from-"
"NO!"
With sudden desperate surge of strength, the girl pushed at Diana, driving her back in surprise.
"YOU GO AWAY!"
Diana frowned. "I just want to help you."
The girl lunged forward again, trying to beat on Diana's chest with her fists. "YOU WILL DOOM US! GO!"
"Doom you? Why would I-?"
She heard the noise of the churning waters before the people started screaming.
A long stalk of greenish flesh rose from the sea, the first of many.
The crowd panicked, running for the small exit passageway, while the priest lifted his hands and began to mumble unintelligible invocations. The nude girl's face blanched and she feel to her knees, her voice and strength gone in sudden despair.
Dripping seawater and dark algae, the tentacle reached the rock walls and began to slide over the surfaces, rippling and flapping, with tentative searching motions, their ends tapering from the thickness of a man's wrists to massive trunk-like stalks. For an instant, they flailed in vain at the place where the girl had been bound, making the metal rings and chains rattle, before slowly returning to their exploratory motions, inching towards Diana and the young girl.

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The thing had to be enormous, Diana realized, as she flew, tugging the tied mass of writhing tentacles. More and more of the thickening limbs came into view, struggling for release as she drew the creature far away from land, its body not yet surfacing above the waves. Diana hesitated at harming the kraken. It could be a mindless beast following its instincts, unaware of the foolishness of a superstitious people, knowing of the horrible ritual only the easy availability of food. Yet it had to be stopped, and taught not to return.
When they were far enough from the coast, she began to fly in a tight circle, twisting the tentacles against each other, like making a giant braid. Faster and faster it circled, creating a whirlpool on the sea's surface, which grew in width and violence more and more, until the shell-covered body of the creature finally broke the surface, rotating about the whirlpool's circumference like the weighted end of a gigantic rotating sling. With a final grunt, Diana threw the monster away, sending it skipping over the waves like an oversized stone.
That should teach it.
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Diana flew back to the sandy inlet, where the girl was still crying, down on her knees.
"It's gone now," Diana said, landing softly. "You are safe."
"NO!" Her sobs grew louder. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"
"But-?"
"YOU HAVE RUINED EVERYTHING!"
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Diana stood in a rocky outcropping, looking up at the clear night sky. Though familiar, the star patterns were incomplete, and inconstant. Large swathes of sky lacked their constellations for lengths of time, and whole galaxies faded and reappeared randomly, as if the universe were flickering in and out of synchronicity with this current part of the world. Frowning, she looked down at the village, the homes lighted by oil lamps.
They had thrown stones at her.
The priest had returned, leading a mob of fishermen, old and young, and their wives and children, conquering their fear of the powerful outsider through religious fervor. When she had tried to address them, to explain that they were delivered from the monstrous sea beast, they had thrown stones at her, cursing her, denouncing her for her crime, for her faithlessness, for her interference. She had dodged and blocked, and finally took to the air, unharmed, yet frustrated.
She could face the kraken, or any such monster. But how could she fight a people's faith in an undeserving god?
Bare feet met stone a dozen paces behind her.
"Do not be afraid," she said, spreading her open hands in a gesture of reassurance as she turned. He was clearly in his early teens, and his eyes darted nervously up from Diana's feet only in brief, hesitant glances. "I am not your enemy," she added.
His voice faltered twice before he mustered enough courage. "Are you... Are you a goddess?"
She smiled faintly. "A goddess? No, I am just a woman."
"But you... you flew. Like a bird." He glanced up again for an instant. "And your... your face, your..."
"I wield gifts of power. That doesn't mean I'm not-"
"Are you here to... to fight our god-?"
"Not if I can-"
"Or to wed him?"
"What-?"
"We offer brides. Every year. We give... our best, our most lovely maidens. But it's never satisfied. Always needs more. Again and again. But you..." He fell to his knees. "You must be a goddess. You have to be. Your beauty... and power, you..."   Flickering light appeared and began to approach, and the young man grew even more nervous, continuing in a hurry. "If you marry the Kraken, it will surely be satisfied! How not? You are a goddess! It is fitting! We then would... She could..."
"DO NOT BLASPHEME!"
Torch in hand, the old priest marched at them, the fire lighting the anger in his face. The young man dared not look up from the ground.
"HOW DARE YOU-! BE GONE! NOW!"
The youngster jumped up and hurried away, not looking back.
The torch shock as the priest still trembled with fury. "The young... are weak."
Diana walked closer. "He said that your-"
The priest shook a hand in denial. "Why... Why are you here? To temp our young into heresy?"
"I only want to help."
"Help... who?"
"Help the girl. Help all of you."
"By attacking our god? Attacking our way of life?"
"The kraken is not a god."
"What kind of being are you to speak such heresy? Are you here to test our faith?"
"No, I just-"
"Our god is real, and powerful!" His gnarled hands quivered with anger. "We have known its wrath! How can we doubt it-?"
"It is real, and powerful, yes. But it's just a monster, a powerful, dangerous sea creature. Why would you worship such-?"
"Why do you worship yours? Are they not just other dangerous, powerful creatures? Aren't they all?"
Diana was taken aback for a moment. "It is not the same."
"Can any mortal judge the gods? Gods just ARE!"
"What kind of god would demand a human sacrifice? Ask for a child's life?"
"A cruel, merciless god! What other kind is there? What other kind has there ever been-? Are the gods you worship any different?"
Diana could not bring herself to state a flat denial. "Not all gods are the same. The goddesses of Olympus-"
He laughed, loudly, mirthlessly. "The Olympians? Where were they when the world was broken?"
"Broken-?"
"The father of my father was but a boy, yet he remembered the sundering of the world! The lightning, and the fires, and the waves. A war, he said it was. The seas and skies clashed with the ground, and the world was broken. It grew small, and empty, and we had nowhere to go. Everything was gone, swallowed by the waves, but for the remains of our nation. Where were the Olympians then? When we were stranded here?"
"Merciful Hera, how-?   Was it during the Gigantomachy?"
"The what?"
"The War of the Giants." She shuddered. The chthonic remnants of the old powers had risen one last time against Olympus, only to be vanquished. She had learned of it as an epic tale of victory, of the Olympians triumphing against the last of the old, dark order, but what had the fallout been among the common people? "That was ages ago."
"I don't know. We were just fishermen. So many died. Drowned. Burned. Those few of us who survived almost starved, at first. The world changed, shrunk. Only this land and the seas remained. The seas... and the kraken."
"A... larger world remains beyond this place. My world. Olympus still stands in it."
"It does? And what good does it do us?" He grimaced, bitterly. "Why were we banished? Which was our crime?"
"I don't... I don't know." This place was a fragment of the ancient world, lost in time as well as space. The gods had sent her here, so they had to know about these people, about their being cast out of reality, collateral damage in the wars of higher powers. "I am sorry. I..."
"We all are. But we manage. We survive. Rock not the vessel, my father taught me, lest we all fall and drown. My father was priest before me, like his was, and so on, back to The Sundering. Rules were set down, in Sacred Scrolls, rules to obey. Rules to survive." He looked at her imploringly. "Go, woman, if woman is what you are. Go back to where you came from. And leave us. Leave us to our rules."
Diana struggled for an answer. Could she take these people back to the real Earth, away from this place? Could they fit in a world that had changed so much?
"I cannot. I have a quest to fulfill, and must move forward. I have been commanded to-"
The priest nodded. "We must all fulfill our duties." He extended his hand, and a small ceramic fragment glowed faintly in the open palm. "I saw your eyes follow this. Take it. Take it and go."
Diana stared, unsure. "I don't think I can just do that. I must earn it. And I don't-"
"Go, and you will earn our gratitude."
Hesitatingly, she took the offered amulet fragment, broken, like these people, like their world. In her hand, its glow faded, and it grew dark and cold. She shook her head, and handed it back. "It cannot be that easy."
"Our god will know that you remain here. It will stay away. And so will the fish. Our nets will be empty and so will our bellies. Will you doom us to starve?"
"I do not want that." There had to be a way. "Could I... make peace with... your god?"
"There is only one way to peace."
Diana's jaw tightened. "The sacrifice?"
"The Offering."
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The young man tended his nets sullenly, despondently. His eyes were downcast; the clear sky and bright sun held no joy for him anymore. But something came for him from the sky.
He would have yelled in horror if he could find his voice, as he was taken, high into the sky, where no man could ever venture, the realm of the birds, and of the foreign goddess.
"You love her, don't you?"
Through the fear, he understood, and nodded.
"Tell me about the Sacred Scrolls," the goddess said. "Tell me everything."
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The blond girl cried softly, trembling, huddled in the bed, uncaring about the fine trappings and the rich meal set near. It had taken all her courage to walk straight the last time. How could she do it again? How could she be expected to do it twice? She cursed silently, at her people, who had chosen her, and at her god, who had not taken her, and most of all, at the foreign monster, the one who had interfered, prolonging her suffering, forcing her to live in fear for longer than any other Offering before her. What had she done to deserve such cruel punishment? Had she not kept herself pure, despite her longings, despite her love?
It would be over the next morning, as it should have been two days past, but she would face yet another night of abject terror and regret.
Suddenly, the door opened, despite dawn still being distant, and a tall figure walked in.
The girl scrambled back, horrified. It was her. The foreign monster. Her torturer.
"Don't scream," a familiar voice whispered, and from behind the monster, her beloved appeared. She broke down in tears again at seeing him. She had said her goodbyes in her heart. How could she endure this further torture?
"You-You can't be here!"
"But he is," the monster in woman's guise said. She touched his arm, and the blonde almost shrieked. How dare the cruel one touch him, when even that she had denied herself, once the choice had been known? Had they done more? Had her impossible, obscene body known more of his touch? More than she ever had, ever would? She fell down crying, desolate, furious at the injustice of the world.
Then she was in his arms, his hands running through her hair, his voice soothing music to her ears.
"No. No. I can't. We can't. You know! Just like I do! The Offering must have never known any man born of Earth!"
Then she felt the other's touch as well, gentle and wise, asking her body to relax, to surrender.
"Yes. The Offering."
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Diana merely encouraged, touching gently, stroking and guiding. Her mouth met the young girl's often, and taught her the many ways to kiss. She also showed him where and how to caress, how to best dispel the young girl's fear and reluctance, yet always left his touch for the girl alone. When the two ultimately joined, she held the girl's hand and nuzzled at her ear, whispering words of assurance, welcoming her to womanhood.
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The sun spread its warmth over the village as the crowd moved towards the Sacred Abode of the Offering, the weary priest leading the way. Suddenly, he staggered back, his strength faltering, as he saw the guards, still tied and unconscious. The door to the ceremonial hut opened and to his horror, the Offering walked out, not alone. Her hair was disheveled, as was his, and their skins showed more than just the red of shame.
"-What have you done-? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?"
The crowd erupted in cries and curses. Spears were raised towards the two young lovers.
The young man moved to stand before the girl. "Father, please, we..."
The priest ignored his son's words, shaken by outrage and despair. "YOU HAVE SINNED! YOU HAVE-!"
"They have loved each other. As they longed to." A third person strode out. "True love is never a sin."
The crowd gasped. The foreign woman, the intruder, wore the ceremonial headress and necklace, and her tall, nude body was covered with the ritual patterns of paint.
The priest blanched. "What sacrilege is this? How-?"
"You said I could make peace with your god. Through the Offering."
"But the Chosen-!"
"Is no longer eligible, as you can see. A substitute is needed, and I volunteer. I will make the peace you needed. I will be the Offering."
The crowd muttered and growled in doubt. The priest shook his head, trying to sort his world back into sense.
"But the Scrolls. The Rules..."
Diana smiled, and recited the Rules as set in the village's sacred Scrolls, speaking loud and clear, in perfect recollection. "The Chosen can be replaced by a volunteer only if deemed equally suitable. Suitable to deserve being a god's bride," she repeated. "Am I suitable? Am I beautiful enough for your god?"
The crowd grew silent. Eyes, male and female alike, were fixed on the lovely Amazon Princess, on her long legs and shapely hips, on her slender waist and large, proud breasts, on her delicate features and the dazzling eyes that challenged them to deny her.
The priest fought the dryness in his throat. "The Offering... must also be... Must have never..."
Diana nodded, and smiled. "No man born of Earth has ever known my body."
The priest stared in disbelief, and the crowd muttered. She was too beautiful, too alluring, too obviously sexual for their accepting her words at face value. Diana understood, and offered her lasso to the priest, placing its coiled length on his hand, while she still gripped it.
"The Lasso of Truth allows no deceit."
The priest's eyes spread wide, as the power surged through him and her alike.
"But... You..." His voice failed against the truth in her assertion. She hid nothing, and he saw she had indeed known sex, with other women, females almost as beautiful as her, with a male who was much more than just a man, born far among the stars, a fearsome god of distant darkness whose shadow made him shiver, and a bestial creature that could hardly be called a man.
"No man born of Earth," he ratified out loud, and his hands shook with the barest hint of hope. Hope he had never imagined rekindled.
She had already been chosen once by one god, one whose mere shadow made him shiver. Even beyond the literal reading of the Rules, could any other mortal ever be more fit to wed a god, in power and beauty? The priest could not deny the truth. There was no doubt.
"She-She is worthy."

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The drumming went on, relentless, while Diana waited, feet spread proudly apart, her arms raised above her head, with wrists held by chains that she could snap at any instant. But she chose not to, waiting, bound not by metal but by her word, by the sworn oath she had taken out of respect for these people and their faith, misplaced as it was. Waiting for the kraken.
Her lasso was coiled tight around her right arm, from elbow to shoulder, and secured between its loops was a small pouch of netting that held two pieces of softly glowing ceramic. The lasso glowed golden as well, in echo to their pulsing.
Finally, the water churned violently in advance warning, and the wait was over. Long, flexible stalks of wet flesh broke the sea's surface, reaching for the amazon princess.
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The two young lovers watched in horror and forlorn hope, as the long, grasping arms found their target, seizing it, coiling around the athletic arms and legs, the slender waist and buxom torso, squeezing and tugging at the firm flesh with undeniable urgency. The young girl sought refuge in her love's arms and began to cry. She had seen this before. She had feared its happening on her own body. She had imagined how the kraken would probe and taste her undeserving body and then tear it to pieces, to be consumed as mere meat, fit only to feed the lowest of hungers.
And now it would happen to the brave, beautiful stranger who had saved her, who had given her back her life, who had taught her love, who had taken her place.

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The prehensile limbs tightened around her body, dripping seawater as they slid, rubbing, tugging and probing, the myriad sucker mouths on the inner surface clamping hungrily on her flesh, leaving red sucker marks on her soft skin. She grimaced as her breasts were roughly grasped and squeezed, pulled and kneaded, while the sucker mouths seemed to target the sensitive vicinity of her aureoles and nipples. Her legs were powerfully tugged apart at the ankles, spreading her, before a thick, wet tentacle slid first over her right hip and then down her groin. The limb rubbed back and forth as it moved over and past her mound, grinding roughly against her loins, turning about in slow corkscrew fashion, until the line of suckers aligned with her most delicate flesh. The tentacle grinded with insistent strength against her, the thinner tip forcing its way between her tense ass cheeks, while the rest, tapering into greater thickness, pressed and rubbed at the silken folds all the way up to her mound, the suckers working like dozens of ravenous mouths, clasping on her. Tasting her.
Another tentacle moved to her face, its tip sliding over her chin to seek her mouth, but she twisted her face from side to side in refusal. The tentacles became even more feverish in their pulling and squeezing, the thick one between her legs grinded her outer labia into spreading, exposing her inner flesh to the suckers, and other tentacles joined in, their tapered tips poking and probing, seeking access to the promise of even stronger, deeper tastes. Diana gasped as one powerful limb tightened viciously around her long neck, but gritted her teeth close as another tip sought her mouth. The wet, salty flesh rubbed against her lips but her teeth remained closed, as did her innermost secrets. But she would afford the creature no easy access. The limbs grabbing her arms and legs pulled with monstrous strength, conveying the creature's annoyance, its power more than enough to have torn apart a normal woman. But Diana was not a normal woman. She was Wonder Woman.
"GO ON! TAKE ME! TAKE ME NOW!"
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To the crowd's astonishment, in a sudden burst of monstrous strength, the multiple tentacles pulled the Offering away from the rocky wall, the heavy chains breaking apart like dry algae, before drawing her to the water, to vanish beneath the frothing surface.
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The tentacles tore her headdress and necklace away, but the lasso looped around her upper arm held, and she felt the pulsing of the amulet fragments grow stronger, even as she was pulled deeper and deeper into the water, while the creature's grip grew more urgent, more demanding. She knew better than to fight the grasping arms, knowing she had to wait, wait to be taken deeper, taken to the core.
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The priest stood speechless, while many others feel to their knees and cried.
"She was taken. Alive and willing. The Offering is... accepted." He found his strength at last, and raised his arms high above his head. "THE OFFERING IS ACCEPTED!"
Cheers and cries of joy filled the air, covering the young blonde's sobs.
"THE KRAKEN HAS CHOSEN ITS BRIDE! TAKEN HER DEEP, INTO THE SACRED DARKNESS WHERE MAN MAY NOT GO! LONG AND FRUITFUL SHALL BE THEIR UNION!"
Away from the rocky shore, water burst upwards, erupting violently with a flash of golden light.
The priest yelled louder: "THE GOD AND ITS BRIDE HAVE BECOME ONE! LET US ALWAYS REMEMBER THE TIME OF THE CHOOSING AND THE TAKING! FOREVER SHALL WE BASK IN THEIR BLESSINGS!"
The blonder girl smiled through her tears, shaken by uncertainty, but warmed by gratitude and relief.
The old priest turned to her and her beloved, and his brows furrowed. "You two betrayed our trust. You must now be punished."
The young man did not flinch. "Father, I-"
"Silence. You will know now a lifetime of punishment, forced to endure each other, as husband and wife." The old priest's stern expression broke into a weary, but happy smile. "That shall teach you."
Her beloved hugged her tightly, and she looked up, secure in his love. He had touched her, and her alone, even with the beautiful stranger by their side. She would never doubt his devotion, as she would never forget the brave, lovely stranger, and the heartbreaking pleasure of her touch.
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Scattered on the ocean floor, the myriad remains of the kraken would not rot, and drew plentiful fish to the bay, for many, many excellent catch seasons.
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"You did not break her, either."
"She did well." The trident's glow faded. "She showed proper respect. That is just what the sea demands."
Zeus snorted in displeasure. "Respect? What respect did she-?"
Poseidon stood, his robes flowing like seawater about him.   "I rather like her, this Princess of the Amazons. Strong. Adaptable. With unfathomed depths. I shall keep my eye on her."
"Oh, I'm sure you will." Hera smiled cynically. "And think of her depths, too. You are all the same."
Athena strode forward. "Diana has won her second Challenge."
Poseidon assented, and none challenged the assertion.
"Our other uncle is not here." Athena turned to Hera. "Will the Queen of Olympus do the honors now?"
Hera pursed her thin lips. "I must... decide with greater care. Let another choose now."
Athena looked about. "Brothers? Sisters? Who shall test Diana next?"
Aphrodite and Ares stared at each other, smiling, each unwilling to show their hand too early.
With a faint smile, Hermes stood up, spinning his metal helmet in his hands. "I can think of something quick."
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The Twelve Labours of Wonder Woman