This is the first time i've written anything for Wonder Woman, so please don't judge it too harshly. Thanks.

Diana of Themyscira had always believed the story of how she came to be, that her mother sculpted her from clay and she was brought to life by Zeus. She didn't know that the truth was far less fantastic, that her mother had lain with Zeus, that he had put a baby inside her that was designed to be a weapon, that she was born from Hippolyta's own womb after a long hard night of labour.

There was no pleasure in the act in which the child came to be, it was Zeus's will that a weapon be forged, and Hippolyta, the Queen of the Amazons, was the one he chose to bear the child, and she had no choice but to submit to him.

She didn't want to feel affection for the child, this weapon that was growing inside her. It was hard not to though, in the evenings as she watched the sun setting over her paradise she would feel the child kicking inside of her and she would smile down at her swollen belly, rubbing it gently as if to pacify the restless babe. She knew loving it would only make everything harder, if the child was a weapon then it would have to fight, and she may have to watch it die in battle, so not loving it would be the easiest thing for them both.

But that would prove to be easier said than done…

When her time came to give birth she would only allow Antiope to be present, not even one of the islands healers was to be in the room with them, that was Hippolyta's wish. Her many attendants were sent out of her bedchamber and they stood guard, waiting for their princess to be born. The screams of pain from their queen though were hard for even the toughest amazon to hear, and even Antiope who was the closest to Hippolyta was finding it hard.

It had been a long labour, taking an entire day and night. Hippolyta was laid on her bed covered in tears, covered in sweat, panting through the contractions and cursing Zeus's name as the pain threatened to split her in half. Antiope was helping her delver, looking between her legs to see the progress. The amazons had no qualms about their bodies, the warriors always bathed and undressed in front of each other so to Antiope this was nothing to shy away from.

"I see the head" Antiope exclaimed to her sister as the labour neared the end "It will soon be over"

Hippolyta tried to prop herself up on her lower arms as the last part of the labour was finally here, another contraction ripped through her as she pushed the head out, followed shortly by the final stage and the child was at last born into her Aunts arms.

"You…..You have a daughter" Antiope managed to stammer out as she held the tiny thing in her strong hands.

Hippolyta threw her head back against the pillow and let more tears fall down her face, covering her ears as Antiope cut her cord with a knife and the tiny baby began crying, taking her first breaths in the world. She didn't want to look at it, she didn't want to hear it, it wasn't a child, it was a weapon and it wasn't meant to be loved.

Antiope watched as her sister turned her face to the side, closing her eyes to the world not looking at her or the baby she had just bore. Antiope cleaned the child a little in a basin of water she had prepared by her feet then wrapped her up in a warm cloth.

"Won't you look at her Hippolyta?" She asked her sister "She's beautiful"

Hippolyta sniffled weakly then opened her eyes and nodded, relenting and daring to see the baby girl. She tried sitting up a little on the bed and Antiope raised the little bundle up so her sister could see it. Hippolyta looked through her own tears at the tiny child, it was still crying softly but Hippolyta looked at it…

And then she knew that was it, there was no going back now…

She knew she loved it.

She reached her arms out and spoke softly "Give her to me" she said. Not as a command, but spoken as a mother who needs to hold their child.

Antiope stood and placed the mewling baby into her mothers arms, "Your daughter my queen" she said as she handed the baby over.

The baby girl stopped crying as she was placed in her mothers arms, and her little eyes seemed to roam as if she was searching someone out, then they locked onto her mother, and once Hippolyta looked deep into those gorgeous brown eyes she knew she was completely in love. Not the same love as she felt for her home, or her sisters, but a different love she didn't know she could feel. It was almost overwhelming.

"Oh….." she gasped looking at her daughter. "She is beautiful" she said, confirming what Antiope had told her moments before.

Antiope smiled and turned her attentions back to the process of childbirth as she took care of the afterbirth, listening as her sister cooed over her daughter.

"Hello my beautiful girl" Hippolyta whispered before kissing the tiny girls soft head. She touched one of her little hands gently with her index finger and marvelled as the baby girl gripped it with all her might, as little as it was it still felt strong to the Queen "My princess" she whispered softly to her.

When the afterbirth was safely delivered Antiope stepped out of the room to dispose of it, leaving the mother and daughter alone momentarily. Hippolyta unwrapped the baby girl from the swaddling she was in so that she could look at her fully. She was amazed at how small and perfect she was, her tiny arms, her tiny legs, her little round baby tummy. "Oh look at you, you're so perfect" she whispered to the child, marvelling at her little toes and fingers before wrapping her up again and holding her close lest she get cold.

When Antiope returned to them Hippolyta had put the baby to her breast and the little one was suckling contentedly. Hippolyta was aware of a noise from outside the palace walls, almost like a celebration was occurring.

"What's that sound?" she asked looking towards the windows.

"Your people are celebrating dear sister" Antiope informed her, smiling slightly "Their princess has been born".

Hippolyta gazed down at the baby again, "the princess" she thought, "my princess"

Antiope sat down on the edge of her sister's bed and reached out to stroke her baby nieces head, she had a little tuft of black hair already and she was so unbelievably soft to touch. Antiope marvelled at her, she was so pure and new, so unlike the other amazons with their hardened muscles and their toughened skin tanned from the sun.

"What will you call her?" Antiope enquired

"Diana" Hippolyta told her, never taking her eyes of her baby girl

"Diana" Antiope repeated, stroking the baby's cheek gently "Hello Diana".

There was no talk that night between the two women of this new baby girl being a weapon created to be a godkiller, for now she was simply a baby, their baby, the only baby on the entire island, a child born of one mother but a daughter to them all.

Diana.