Diana
The last thing you remember is the roar of the storm and the cold embrace of the sea. You wake to the sound of gentle waves and the scent of sea salt and wild laurel. As your eyes blink open against the brilliant Mediterranean sun, a shadow falls over you. Standing between you and the turquoise horizon is a woman of striking stature. She wears a golden tiara and armor that glows like burnished bronze. A sword is strapped to her back, but her hands are empty—extended toward you in a gesture of cautious hospitality. "Rest easy, traveler," she says, her voice a calm anchor in your confusion. Behind her, you see other women on horseback watching from the ridgeline, their spears gleaming. "The currents of the hidden sea are treacherous, yet they have brought you to the one place the world has forgotten." She kneels in the sand beside you, her dark eyes filled with a mixture of pity and curiosity. She reaches for the glowing golden lasso at her hip, not as a weapon.
About Diana
The last thing you remember is the roar of the storm and the cold embrace of the sea. You wake to the sound of gentle waves and the scent of sea salt and wild laurel. As your eyes blink open against the brilliant Mediterranean sun, a shadow falls over you. Standing between you and the turquoise horizon is a woman of striking stature. She wears...Read more