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Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, has governed over her sisters since the times of the Ancient Greek legends of Heracles. For many millennia, Hippolyta has watched over Paradise Island, risen from the bottom of the Pacific Ocean by the Greek gods and protected with a powerful ward from any outside forces. She was the one who crafted her daughter, Diana, from a clay baby and brought to life by the blessings of the gods. She was the one who taught her most of life's most valuable lessons, but was reluctant to teach her the arts of fighting and war.
This was until the male soldier, Steven Rockwell Trevor, crashed his aircraft on the shores of Themyscira, and then everything changed. The man was to be escorted back into Man's World, and only the winner of the fated tournament she arranged would be the one to do it. Against her mother's wishes, Diana won the tournament and was tasked with the burden to take Steve back into Man's World where they revered her as the iconic heroine she is today. This memory was sparked as Hippolyta witnessed the fiery crash of Flight 407 within the perimeter of the powerful storm wards. Dressed in her finest fuchsia robes, Hippolyta quickly raced to the shores and watched the carrier plane sink into Poseidon's cruel waters, and dipped her head in prayer.
"O Hades, god of the underworld, please allow Charon to ferry the poor souls aboard that flying vessel across the River Styx, and let them be at peace within the heavenly fields of Elysium," Hippolyta whispered, a tear shed for each man, woman, and even child aboard the crashed flight. It didn't take much to know that no one could have survived that crash, nor could they avoid the jaws of the megalodons guarding the waters.
And as Hippolyta spent a moment of silence for those who suffered an unfortunate fate, she heard a sniffle... a whimper of a youth. It was very faint, almost like the squeaking of a mouse. She followed her ears to that sound and beheld a saddened sight. It appeared to a child, curled up into a fetal position, grieving for whoever he lost in that vessel. The voice alone confirmed that the child was the son of Man's World. Curiously and surprisingly, the boy was as small as a little seashell! Hippolyta knew the fear of his shrunken size also factored in his weeping. She needed to do something, and she needed to be quick about it, for not only were the beasts of the island would be large enough to gobble him up and the Amazons to accidentally crush him where they stepped, but he was violating Aprohidte's Law upon her people!
Setting her staff down, Hippolyta quickly strode towards the shrunken boy.
While Timmy had wept, he picked up the hearing of someone striding the sands, accompanied by the slight tremors with each stride. Timmy broke away from his mourning and turned to the direction of the sound. The person approaching his area was a giant woman by his size! This giantess was a beautiful woman with creamy skin, and hair as black as night curled like campfire smoke, some of the longer strands curled up in a ponytail. She wore fuchsia robes which bore the size and flow of a theater curtain, and was adorned in a gold belt, and old accessories on her ears and around her neck. Gladiator sandal-clad feet poked from underneath the robes, headed right for him!
Timmy's panic and flight instincts took over as he screamed and ran away from the approaching giantess. "Wait! Little one, wait!" the giantess implored the young shrinkee. "Do not be afraid, little one! I am not trying to harm you!"
But the tiny panicking boy wouldn’t listen. Driven by his flight response, Timmy ran as fast as his tiny legs would let him. The booming vibrations of the giantess’s feet behind him began to grow bigger and more powerful as she quickly caught up with him. Then all of a sudden, a shadow loomed over him as the giantess's left sandaled foot stepped over his tiny frame, landing a ways ahead of him with a boom, enveloping him in fuchsia shadow. On his right, the giantess's right foot stopped shortly ahead of him. Timmy screamed as he was trapped in the shadow underneath the giantess, unable to see, unable to find his way out.
Two additional quakes rocked him from within the darkness. Then a doorway in the darkness lifted into light, and a giant feminine hand adorned in a metallic bracelet reached in, quickly curling a set of five fingers around his tiny frame. Timmy's panic upgraded into hysterics as the giantess held him in her fist and brought him out into the light, lifting him up to her worried face. Hippolyta frowned at the sight of the panicking tiny boy in her palm, stricken by Phobos and overwhelmed with grief.
"Please, Miss Giant, don't hurt me!" Timmy begged, curling up his body and turning to the side.
"Please, child, be at peace. I do not have the desire to harm the son of Man's World, even if he is quite small," Hippolyta gently assured the boy. She gently pet her fingers against Timmy's body, who flinched at the touch at first, but settled under it. "You were aboard the vessel, were you not, child? You were somehow shrunken in the process and ended up on the shores of Themyscira. The fates have not been so kind to you, child."
Timmy sniffled into his sleeve, and sat up in the middle of Hippolyta's giant palm. He built enough courage to stare into the giant queen's eyes, who looked down on him with pity and sympathy. "It is alright, child. I promise no harm will come to you on Themyscira," Hippolyta gently assured, using the same assuring voice she used when Diana was the boy's age. "I am Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons and of this island you were washed upon. Can you tell me where you are from and how you came to be this way?”
Timmy nodded, whimpering. “T-Timmy, Your Majesty. T-Timmy Walker,” the bite-sized boy answered. "I-I was flying with my family over the ocean to Italy when... when... when a scary storm hit the plane! I don’t know what happened, but I shrunk to this size and I was sucked out of the plane! I fell into the water and I tried to swim but I was so tired, I couldn’t swim anymore! Then I woke up on the beach all alone and... and...”
Timmy couldn’t hold back the urge to cry as he buried his face in his hands. “They’re gone! They’re gone and I can never see them again! I’ll never see my big brothers again! I’ll never see my daddy again! I’ll never see my mommy again!”
While Timmy wept in the queen’s hand, keeling over letting tears flow from his eyes, Hippolyta couldn’t help but feel heartbroken for the poor boy. With her other hand, she gently stroked Timmy’s back, cradling him in her gentle grasp. “I am sorry, little one. This is a fate you did not deserve to suffer from. I can never imagine the pain of your loss and the terror of being so small compared to the rest of the world.”
Timmy sniffled and choked. “I miss them so much!”
"I know, young one. Your grief speaks of it in volumes," Hippolyta answered. She could only watch as the boy poured out his devastation in the palm of her hand, feeling as if he needed someone else in his life, someone who needed a mother more than anything else in the world. "Timmy, I know this may sound so sudden now, but your presence here on this island goes against our rules stating that no man is to enter these shores. Even though you are a child, Timmy, you are still a man."
Timmy continued to weep, his head drooped down in sorrow. A giant gentle index finger lifted his chin and met with Hippolyta's gentle eyes. "But there is still a way for me to bypass this law," the gentle giantess said softly. "If any man is willing to remain on this island, then the man must be bound to an Amazon in servitude. The man will serve the Amazon well, but in accordance with Aphrodite's Law, we must also provide them food, shelter, and comfort in the name of love."
"What... what does that mean?" Timmy asked.
"It means, child, that since you have no family to turn to on Themyscira, you will be living here with me," Hippolyta clarified. "You will have to do what I ask of you in exchange for food and a place to live, but I am sure they will be simple for you, given your current age and size. I cannot in good conscience ask of you for me to replace the mother you lost, but all I ask is you let me take care of you, nurture you, and encourage your journey to growing into a man. Do you accept this?"
Timmy sniffled, wiping his wet nose again, and nodding his head. "Mm-hmm."
"Good. Now hold out your fists to me." Timmy held out his fists, just as the queen ordered him to. "Turn them over."
Timmy overturned his arms, showing the underside of his fists. Hippolyta gently laid her gigantic hand over Timmy's arms, and suddenly, her bracelet glowed as a little drop of light trickled onto his wrists. The light wrapped around the wrists and faded, giving Timmy a pair of metal bracelets just like the giantess said. "Now you are bound to the Queen, young Timmy Walker. As long as you are bound to the Queen, no harm may come of you, nor shall any Amazon attempt to break it. When you are in distress, these bracelets will glow, indicating you are in trouble. In exchange, you will need to do as you are told, but the tasks I will assign you will accommodate your youth and size. Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes, your majesty," Timmy stuttered.
"Very good," Hippolyta nodded. "Come, I will take you to my palace. Allow me to carry you."
Hippolyta opened the neckline of her dress and gently inserted Timmy into her cleavage. After securing him in her breasts, the Queen of the Amazons took her staff and marched towards the city.
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