Child of Two Worlds: The Amazon Prince
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6/4/202549 min read
Thunder crashed against the alabaster cliffs of Themyscira like Zeus's fury made manifest. The midnight sky fractured with veins of electric blue, illuminating the churning sea below in staccato flashes. Queen Hippolyta stood at her chamber's balcony, her white robes whipping violently around her legs as she gripped the stone railing. This wasn't merely a storm. The air tasted wrong—metallic and charged with something beyond natural lightning.
"My Queen." General Philippus materialized from the shadows, her armor gleaming wetly in the sporadic light. "The eastern waters. Something comes."
Hippolyta didn't turn. She'd already sensed it—a disturbance in the protective barriers that had sheltered Paradise Island for millennia. A rip in the very fabric that separated their sanctuary from the chaos of Man's World.
"Gather the Royal Guard," she commanded, her voice cutting through the howling wind. "And bring the Oracle."
Within minutes, Hippolyta mounted her white stallion, twelve of her fiercest warriors flanking her on horseback. They thundered down the winding path toward the eastern shore, spears and swords at the ready. The rain lashed at their faces like tiny blades, but Amazon warriors did not flinch from such trivial discomforts.
"The barrier weakens!" shouted Artemis, her red hair plastered to her skull as she pointed toward the horizon.
The sight froze Hippolyta's blood. A vertical slash of sickly yellow light hung suspended over the roiling sea, pulsating like an infected wound in reality itself. As they watched, the rift widened, its edges fraying into tendrils of arcane energy that reached hungrily toward Themyscira's shores.
"Form defensive positions!" Philippus commanded, and the warriors immediately spread into a practiced formation along the beach.
Penthesilea, the Oracle, dismounted beside Hippolyta, her ancient eyes fixed on the anomaly. "This is no work of the gods we know," she murmured, her wrinkled hand clutching a talisman of divination. "Something crosses between worlds—not merely between our island and the outside, but between realms that should never touch."
The crack in reality suddenly flared, expanding to twice its size. The Amazons raised their shields in unison as a shockwave of energy rolled across the water toward them. When it hit, it felt like being struck by a massive, invisible hand. Several warriors staggered, but none fell.
Then, just as suddenly as it had appeared, the rift collapsed into itself with a sound like the death cry of some cosmic beast. The yellow light vanished, plunging the beach back into storm-tossed darkness.
"Is it over?" Artemis called out, her knuckles white around her bow.
"No," Hippolyta said, pointing. "Look."
Floating on the violent waves, illuminated by the next flash of lightning, was a small wooden craft. It bobbed precariously, moments from being swallowed by the sea's rage.
"There's something inside it," Philippus said, narrowing her eyes against the rain.
Without hesitation, Hippolyta plunged into the churning waters. Her powerful strokes cut through the waves as if they were calm pools. Behind her, she heard splashes as two more warriors followed.
The boat—little more than a crude basket reinforced with wooden planks—spun wildly in the current. Hippolyta reached it just as a massive wave threatened to capsize it. She gripped its edge, stabilizing it against the sea's fury, and peered inside.
A child.
An infant boy, no more than a few months old, lay wrapped in strange scrolls and blankets. His tiny face was marked with six curious lines—three on each cheek like whiskers. Despite the chaos around him, the baby slept as if enchanted, his small chest rising and falling steadily.
"A male child?" Mala, one of the swimmers who had followed, looked aghast. "Here?"
Hippolyta didn't respond. She was transfixed by a pulsing crimson glow coming from the infant's stomach. Something was drawn there—an intricate spiral pattern surrounded by arcane symbols unlike any she had encountered in three thousand years of life.
"The boat is sinking!" Aegea, the other swimmer, shouted. "We must return to shore, my Queen!"
The decision formed in Hippolyta's mind without conscious thought. She scooped the child into her arms, cradling him against her chest. The moment she touched him, a jolt of energy surged through her body—neither pleasant nor painful, but powerful beyond measure.
The boy's eyes snapped open. They were startlingly blue, like fragments of summer sky impossibly preserved in the midst of this tempest. For a heartbeat, those eyes met Hippolyta's—then flashed blood-red with vertical pupils before returning to blue so quickly she might have imagined it.
Together, the three Amazons fought their way back to shore, the child secured in Hippolyta's grip. The warriors on the beach rushed forward to assist them from the punishing surf.
"A male?" Philippus's voice was sharp with disbelief as she glimpsed the infant. "You bring a male to our shores?"
"Look at him, Philippus." Hippolyta carefully moved aside the soaked wrappings to reveal the glowing seal on the baby's stomach. "This is no ordinary child."
The warriors gathered closer, their expressions shifting from suspicion to wonder. The markings on the infant's belly pulsed in rhythm with his tiny heartbeat, casting their faces in alternating shadow and crimson light.
Penthesilea pushed through the circle, her gnarled fingers reaching for the child. The moment they hovered over the seal, she jerked back as if burned, her eyes rolling back to show only whites.
"Oracle!" Several warriors moved to support her, but she waved them away, her body rigid with the force of her vision.
"Two souls," she rasped, her voice suddenly layered as if many spoke through her. "Two souls in one vessel. Power and hatred bound by sacrifice. The child carries destruction and salvation in equal measure."
Hippolyta clutched the boy tighter. "What does it mean?"
The Oracle's eyes cleared, focusing on the infant with a mixture of fear and fascination. "This child comes from a world where gods and demons take different forms, my Queen. Something terrible dwells within him—bound, but not powerless."
"Then we should cast it back to the sea," Artemis declared, her hand moving to her sword. "We cannot risk—"
"No." Hippolyta's voice carried the weight of three thousand years of command. "We are Amazons. We do not murder children, regardless of their sex or what they may contain."
The baby stirred in her arms, making small mewling sounds as consciousness fully returned to him. His tiny hands flailed, one catching a strand of Hippolyta's golden hair and gripping it with surprising strength.
"The storm abates," Mala observed, looking skyward. Indeed, the torrential rain had softened to a gentle drizzle, and the thunder now rumbled distant and toothless.
"A coincidence," Artemis muttered, though uncertainty tinged her voice.
"Perhaps," Hippolyta said, using her cloak to dry the child's face. "Or perhaps not."
The infant's eyes opened again—clear blue now, with no trace of the crimson flare. He gazed up at Hippolyta without fear, and a smile suddenly spread across his tiny face, revealing toothless gums.
Something shifted in Hippolyta's chest—a feeling she had experienced only once before, when she had shaped her daughter Diana from clay and breathed life into her with the help of the gods. It was the fierce, protective surge of maternal instinct.
"He stays with us," she declared, turning toward the path back to the city. "At least until we understand what he is and from where he comes."
"My Queen," Philippus began, her tone cautious, "the law forbids—"
"I am the law of Themyscira," Hippolyta cut her off. "And I say this child will have our protection."
Penthesilea stepped forward, her weathered face solemn. "There is wisdom in this, sisters. The child was sent here—by gods or forces we do not comprehend. To reject such a gift... or burden... may invite consequences beyond our understanding."
The Amazons exchanged uncertain glances, but none dared contradict both their Queen and their Oracle. They formed a protective phalanx around Hippolyta and the infant, beginning the journey back to the palace.
As they crested the first hill, Hippolyta glanced back at the now-calm sea. For an instant, she thought she saw the rift reappear—smaller, fainter, like an eye closing. Within its dying light, she glimpsed another world: a massive village built beneath a mountain carved with stern faces, its buildings aflame and its people in chaos as a colossal, nine-tailed fox rampaged through its streets.
Then the vision was gone, leaving only the placid Mediterranean beneath a clearing sky.
The baby whimpered, and Hippolyta looked down to find him staring back at the sea as well, as if he too had glimpsed his former home. A single tear tracked down his whisker-marked cheek.
"Hush, little one," she whispered, wiping away the tear with her thumb. "You are safe now."
In the village hidden among leaves, a man stood atop a massive toad, facing certain death.
Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage of Konohagakure, fought to maintain the complex hand signs that would complete the most forbidden jutsu ever attempted. Before him, a monster from nightmare thrashed and roared—the Nine-Tailed Fox, Kyuubi, a living natural disaster with malice in its eyes and destruction in every swing of its massive tails.
"Forgive me, Kushina," he whispered to his wife, who lay dying nearby, her life force nearly depleted from having the Fox extracted from her during childbirth. "Forgive me, Naruto." This to the newborn in his arms—their son, born mere hours ago into apocalypse.
The sealing jutsu would cost Minato his life—that much he had accepted. The technique required a sacrifice to invoke the Shinigami, the death god who alone could bind the Nine-Tails. But at the last moment, as the spectral form of the Shinigami appeared behind him, something unprecedented occurred.
A vertical tear opened in reality itself—a portal of sickly yellow light hovering between Minato and the rampaging Fox. The tear widened, its edges crackling with chaotic energy.
"What is this?" Minato gasped, his concentration faltering. This was no technique he recognized, no jutsu from any hidden village.
The Nine-Tails sensed opportunity in Minato's distraction. It lunged forward, one massive paw swiping toward the Hokage and his infant son. Minato leaped backward, but the Fox's chakra—malevolent and corrosive—washed over them both.
The portal pulsed, as if responding to the chakra. It expanded suddenly, its maw gaping wide enough to swallow a man whole.
Minato felt a pull—not physical, but something deeper, as if the very fabric of his chakra network was being tugged toward the anomaly. The sensation intensified, focused not on him but on the child in his arms.
"No!" he shouted, clutching Naruto tighter, but the infant's body began to glow with the same sickly light as the portal. Behind him, the Shinigami made a sound like shattering glass, its spectral form destabilizing as the sealing jutsu unraveled.
The Nine-Tails roared in triumph and confusion, one of its tails passing through the portal—and vanishing. The creature howled in sudden pain, pulling back, but not before a visible portion of its chakra had been stripped away through the dimensional tear.
Minato's analytical mind raced. The portal was drawing in chakra—specifically, the Nine-Tails' chakra. And his son, prepared as a jinchūriki vessel, was resonating with it.
In that fractional moment of perfect clarity, Minato made his choice. With the last of his strength, he completed a modified version of the sealing jutsu, forcing as much of the Nine-Tails' essence as he could capture into his son's prepared body. The seal formed on Naruto's stomach, glowing bright against his newborn skin.
"Live, my son," Minato whispered. Then, with a final surge of chakra, he launched the infant toward the portal.
The last thing Minato Namikaze saw was his child vanishing into that otherworldly light, the Nine-Tails shrieking in rage as a significant portion of its power was torn away with the baby. Then the Shinigami claimed Minato's soul as payment, and darkness took the Fourth Hokage.
The portal collapsed, taking with it a newborn child and a fragment of the most powerful tailed beast in existence.
Behind, in the ruins of what had been the proudest hidden village in the shinobi world, survivors would whisper that the Fourth Hokage had defeated the Nine-Tails at the cost of his own life. None would know the truth: that somewhere beyond their reality, the legacy of the Yellow Flash and the Red-Hot Habanero now drifted on strange currents toward an unknown shore.
Dawn broke over Themyscira in a spectacular palette of gold and rose. The storm had passed, leaving the eternal paradise washed clean, the marble temples and training grounds gleaming in the new day's light.
In the royal palace, the highest priestesses of the island gathered in a circle around a stone altar where the infant boy now lay, still wrapped in the strange scrolls from his original world. The child was awake but eerily quiet, his blue eyes tracking the movements of the Amazons with an awareness that seemed impossible for one so young.
Hippolyta stood at the head of the altar, her regal bearing undiminished despite a night without sleep. "What have you discovered?" she asked the assembled wise women.
Epione, chief healer of the Amazons, stepped forward. "The child appears human in all physical aspects, my Queen, save for these curious markings on his face." She gestured to the whisker-like lines on the boy's cheeks. "But the seal on his abdomen... that is something else entirely."
"Explain."
"It is a containment vessel of extraordinary complexity." Epione traced her finger just above the spiral marking, careful not to touch it directly. "We have studied the binding magics of many civilizations, but this... this employs principles unknown to us. It seems designed to hold something of immense power while allowing the vessel—the child—to draw upon that power in controlled amounts."
"And what is contained within?" Hippolyta asked, though she suspected she already knew the answer.
Penthesilea joined Epione beside the altar. The Oracle had spent the night in deep meditation, communing with forces beyond mortal comprehension. "A demon," she said simply. "Or what the child's world would call a demon. To us, perhaps it would be a titan or a primordial force. It takes the form of a nine-tailed fox of immense proportions and power."
The assembled priestesses murmured in concern. Melia, youngest of the oracular order, spoke up. "How can such a thing be? How could a mere infant contain such an entity?"
"The seal was crafted through sacrifice," Penthesilea continued. "A life freely given creates the strongest bindings. Someone—the child's father, I believe—traded his soul to create this prison."
Hippolyta's gaze softened as she looked at the infant. "His father gave his life to save him."
"And likely many others," Epione added. "The power I sense within this seal... unleashed, it could destroy cities."
As if responding to their discussion, the marking on the baby's stomach began to glow more intensely. The child's face scrunched in discomfort, and he let out his first real cry since arriving on their shores—a surprisingly powerful wail that echoed through the chamber.
Hippolyta instinctively reached for him, but Penthesilea caught her wrist. "Caution, my Queen. The entity stirs."
The glow intensified, spreading across the child's skin in branching patterns like luminous veins. His cries grew louder, more desperate.
"He is in pain," Hippolyta said, pulling free of the Oracle's grip. "Whatever your cautions, I will not stand by while a child suffers."
She lifted the baby into her arms, cradling him against her shoulder. The moment she touched him, the crimson energy flared—then suddenly receded, flowing back into the seal like water down a drain. The child's cries softened to hiccupping sobs, then ceased entirely.
"Remarkable," Epione breathed. "Your touch calmed the entity."
"Not mine," Hippolyta corrected, looking thoughtfully at the now-content infant. "Diana's mother. The divine blessing I received to create my daughter—perhaps it recognizes that power."
A new possibility formed in her mind, one that both thrilled and terrified her. "Penthesilea, can the seal be modified? Strengthened with our magic?"
The Oracle's eyes widened as she grasped Hippolyta's implication. "You wish to adopt this child? A male child?"
"I wish to protect him," Hippolyta clarified, though the distinction felt nebulous even to her. "And in doing so, protect both our world and his from what he contains."
"The Senate will never approve," Melia warned. "A male on Themyscira is unprecedented enough. But to raise one as your own? As a prince of the Amazons?"
"I do not recall asking the Senate's permission," Hippolyta said, her tone deceptively mild. The steel beneath the silk was unmistakable to all present.
"The Oracle sensed two souls within the child," Epione reminded them. "The boy and the beast. But perhaps there is more to it than that. Perhaps he was sent to us for a reason—a purpose we cannot yet fathom."
Hippolyta gazed down at the infant, who had fallen into peaceful sleep against her chest. "What were you called, little one, in the world you left behind?"
Penthesilea closed her eyes, reaching out with her oracular senses. "Naruto," she said after a moment. "His name is Naruto Uzumaki. It means 'maelstrom' in his tongue—a whirlpool, a force of nature that draws all things to its center."
"Naruto," Hippolyta repeated, testing the foreign name on her tongue. It suited him somehow—this tiny being who had been at the center of cosmic forces beyond comprehension. "He will need training unlike any Amazon has received. He will need to understand both the power he contains and the responsibility it brings."
"You speak as if your decision is already made," Melia observed.
Hippolyta did not reply directly. Instead, she turned to Epione. "Prepare a nursery in the east wing of the palace. The one with the morning light." To Penthesilea, she said, "Gather your most knowledgeable sisters. I want every scroll we possess on sealing magic and containment rituals brought to my private study."
The women exchanged glances but knew better than to argue further. One by one, they bowed and departed to carry out their Queen's instructions.
Soon, only Hippolyta and Penthesilea remained with the sleeping child.
"You understand what this means," the Oracle said quietly. "Diana is the only child to have been raised on Themyscira in over two thousand years. She was shaped by your hands, blessed by the gods themselves. This boy... he comes to us already formed, already containing both great potential and terrible danger."
"Diana will return from her mission soon," Hippolyta mused, gently rocking Naruto. "What do you foresee of their meeting?"
Penthesilea closed her rheumy eyes, reaching into the misty realms of possibility. "Connection," she said after a long pause. "Recognition, as of one exile to another. Your daughter stands between worlds, my Queen—neither fully of Themyscira nor fully of Man's World. This child will walk a similar path."
"Then they will understand each other," Hippolyta concluded. "Good. He will need allies in the years to come."
"And if the beast breaks free? If the seal fails?"
Hippolyta's expression hardened. "Then we will do what Amazons have always done when faced with monsters. We will fight. We will triumph. Or we will die with honor."
The baby stirred in her arms, one tiny hand emerging from his wrappings to grasp at a strand of her golden hair. The gesture, so innocent and trusting, settled something in Hippolyta's heart.
"Leave us," she commanded softly.
When the Oracle had gone, Hippolyta carried Naruto to the balcony overlooking the palace gardens. The morning sun bathed them both in gentle light, and a salt-tinged breeze carried the scents of jasmine and olive.
"Little maelstrom," she whispered, "what currents brought you to my shores? What hand guided your vessel through the void between worlds?" She traced the whisker marks on his cheek with a gentle finger. "You have known loss already, though you cannot comprehend it yet. Your father's sacrifice. Your mother's absence. An entire world left behind."
The infant's eyes opened—clear blue, alert despite his ordeal. He made a small, questioning sound.
"Yes, I will keep you safe," Hippolyta answered, as if he had asked. "I will teach you strength and wisdom and compassion. I will help you master the power within you. And when the time comes, as it surely will, I will prepare you to face whatever destiny awaits."
She placed her hand gently on his stomach, feeling the contained energy pulsing beneath her palm. "We have both known imprisonment, little one. I was enslaved once, long ago, before I led my sisters to this sanctuary. And you—you are both jailer and jailed, both warden and prisoner."
The sun climbed higher, illuminating the entirety of Themyscira—its training grounds where immortal warriors honed their skills, its libraries where the wisdom of lost civilizations was preserved, its temples where gods who had faded from the outside world still received worship and gave blessing.
"This is your home now," Hippolyta declared. "By my will as Queen, by my oath as an Amazon, and by whatever remains of my heart as a woman—I claim you, Naruto Uzumaki, as my son."
As if in answer, the seal on the child's stomach gave one final, bright pulse—then settled into a steady, barely perceptible glow. Within its intricate patterns, something ancient and malevolent stirred, sensed the power that now surrounded its prison, and reluctantly subsided into watchful slumber.
Miles below, in the deepest caverns beneath Themyscira, the Amazons' most closely guarded prisoner sensed the new arrival. Ares, God of War, bound in chains forged by Hephaestus himself, lifted his head and smiled. Change had come to Paradise Island—and with change always came opportunity.
The Senate chamber of Themyscira vibrated with the collective outrage of two dozen immortal warriors. Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating floating motes of dust disturbed by the forceful gesticulations of Amazon senators.
"Impossible!"
"An affront to our very foundations!"
"The Queen has lost her senses!"
Hippolyta sat unmoving on her throne at the head of the chamber, her face an impassive mask that revealed nothing of her thoughts. Beside her, Philippus stood at rigid attention, her dark eyes scanning the assembly for any sign that passionate debate might transform into physical challenge.
"Sisters," Hippolyta finally spoke, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade through silk. The chamber fell instantly silent. "I have heard your concerns. I have weighed your objections. And I have made my decision."
"With respect, my Queen," said Calliope, eldest of the senators, "this is not merely a matter of your personal decision. The presence of a male on Themyscira—permanently—violates our most sacred covenant."
"Does it?" Hippolyta arched an eyebrow. "Recite for me the exact wording of that covenant, Senator."
Calliope hesitated, then straightened her shoulders. "'No man shall set foot on Paradise Island, lest the Amazons be once again subject to the dominion and cruelty from which they escaped.'"
"The child is not a man," Hippolyta countered. "He is an infant, incapable of dominion or cruelty."
"He will grow," Artemis interjected from her position near the wall. Though not a senator, her status as one of Themyscira's premier warriors granted her speaking rights in the chamber. "All males do. And with them grows their inherent nature toward violence and control."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the assembly. Hippolyta allowed them to subside before responding.
"And what of Diana?" she asked quietly. "My daughter possesses greater strength than any Amazon save myself. More skill with weapons than any save perhaps you, Artemis. Should we fear her power? Should we constrain her because of what she might do with it?"
"That comparison is absurd," Calliope said. "Diana is Amazon-born, shaped by your hands and blessed by our patrons."
"And yet," Hippolyta continued, "she chooses to spend much of her time in Man's World now. She finds value there, among people we have judged without knowing. Perhaps our certainty deserves reexamination."
A new voice entered the debate—Penthesilea, who had been observing silently from a shadowed alcove. "The boy's arrival was foretold."
This statement sent fresh shock waves through the chamber. Amazons turned to stare at the Oracle with expressions ranging from disbelief to religious awe.
"Explain yourself, Oracle," demanded Calliope.
Penthesilea stepped forward, her ancient frame somehow straightening, taking on the authority of her office. "Three nights past, before the storm that brought the child to our shores, I dreamed of Athena. Our patron stood at the edge of Themyscira, her gaze fixed on the horizon. 'Prepare,' she told me, 'for paradox approaches. The prisoner who shall liberate. The destroyer who shall preserve. The son who shall strengthen daughters.'"
Silence gripped the chamber as the Amazons processed this revelation.
"Why did you not share this vision earlier?" Philippus asked, suspicion evident in her tone.
"Because visions are not to be bandied about like marketplace gossip," Penthesilea replied sharply. "They reveal themselves in their proper time. That time is now."
Hippolyta kept her expression neutral, though inwardly she felt a surge of gratitude toward the Oracle. Whether Penthesilea had actually received such a vision or was simply supporting her Queen's decision, the effect was the same—divine sanction carried enormous weight among the Amazons.
"Even if we accept this... this male child," Calliope said, struggling to reconcile her objections with the possibility of Athena's will, "what of the entity he contains? The Oracle herself has confirmed it is a being of malevolence and destruction."
"All the more reason the boy must remain here," Hippolyta countered. "Where else could he receive the training and guidance needed to control such power? Would you have us send him to Man's World, where they lack both our knowledge of magical containment and our strength to subdue the beast should it break free?"
The senators exchanged troubled glances, caught in the trap of Hippolyta's logic.
"I propose a compromise," the Queen continued, sensing the shift in the chamber's mood. "The child will remain under my personal supervision and responsibility. Any transgressions will be mine to answer for. He will be raised with Amazon values—strength tempered by compassion, power guided by wisdom. When he reaches maturity, the Senate may reevaluate his presence among us."
"And if we judge him unworthy at that time?" Artemis asked pointedly.
Hippolyta met her gaze steadily. "Then I will abide by the Senate's decision, as I have always done in matters of Themysciran law."
This last statement contained enough subtle emphasis on "Themysciran law" to remind everyone present that in matters of royal succession and household, Hippolyta's authority remained absolute.
Calliope recognized the offered compromise for what it was—a chance to accept the inevitable with dignity. "Very well," she said after a moment's consideration. "The child remains, under your direct supervision and responsibility, Queen Hippolyta. But the Senate requests quarterly assessments of his development and the stability of the seal containing the entity."
"Granted," Hippolyta agreed immediately.
"And he must never enter the Temple of Hera without explicit permission from the high priestess," another senator added.
"Naturally."
"And his training must include extensive education in Amazon history, particularly the reasons for our separation from Man's World," Calliope insisted.
Hippolyta nodded. "He will understand the foundations of our society better than any outsider ever has."
One by one, the senators added conditions, and Hippolyta accepted each with gracious acquiescence. The trap was closing—with each condition they imposed, they implicitly accepted the fundamental premise that the boy would remain on Themyscira.
Finally, when the list of stipulations had grown satisfyingly long, Calliope called for a formal vote. The result, while not unanimous, was decisive enough: the child would stay.
As the Senate chamber emptied, Philippus approached her Queen. "Skillfully played," she murmured. "You never intended to send the boy away, did you?"
"Would you have me cast an innocent child back into the sea from which we rescued him?" Hippolyta asked, rising from her throne.
"No," Philippus admitted. "But I wonder if you fully comprehend what you have begun. The boy's presence will change Themyscira in ways we cannot predict."
"Change comes whether we invite it or not, old friend," Hippolyta replied, descending the dais. "Better to shape it to our purposes than to be swept aside by it."
Together, they walked from the chamber into the sunlit courtyard beyond. In the distance, the training grounds echoed with the clash of sword against shield as Amazon warriors honed their eternal skills.
"I must depart for the nursery," Hippolyta said. "The boy grows restless without companionship."
Philippus raised an eyebrow. "You've been personally tending to him?"
"Is that so surprising? I raised Diana from infancy."
"Diana was clay shaped by your hands and given life by the gods," Philippus reminded her. "This child is... something else entirely."
Hippolyta paused, turning to face her oldest friend and most trusted general. "Last night, he cried out in his sleep. Not the usual wails of an infant seeking food or comfort, but a sound of such... desolation. As if some part of him remembers what he has lost." Her voice softened. "I held him, Philippus, and he quieted immediately, clinging to me as if I were his last hope in all the universe."
Philippus's expression remained skeptical, but she nodded slowly. "You always did have a weakness for strays, my Queen. I recall the three-legged fox you insisted on nursing back to health, centuries ago."
"And did that fox not later warn us of an approaching Persian vessel?" Hippolyta countered with a smile.
"As you say." Philippus inclined her head slightly. "I remain cautious about this course, but I stand with you, as always."
"I would have it no other way." Hippolyta clasped her general's forearm in the warrior's grip, then continued on her path to the east wing.
The nursery was a spacious chamber with tall windows that caught the morning light. Once prepared for Diana, it had stood empty for centuries after the princess outgrew it. Now it hummed with activity as Amazon attendants prepared it for its new occupant.
Epione supervised the placement of a newly constructed crib—a marvel of Amazon craftsmanship, carved from olive wood with protective symbols inlaid in silver and gold. Nearby, other women sorted through fabrics for bedding and tiny garments.
The child himself lay in a temporary bassinet, awake and oddly silent, his blue eyes tracking the movements around him with that same unnerving awareness.
"How does he fare?" Hippolyta asked, approaching the bassinet.
Epione bowed slightly. "Well, my Queen. He accepts milk from the silver cup, though without the eagerness one might expect. And he has yet to make the normal sounds of an infant his age—no coos or gurgles, only that penetrating stare."
"Perhaps he is still adjusting to our world," Hippolyta suggested, lifting Naruto from the bassinet. The child immediately relaxed in her arms, his tiny body molding against her as if recognizing safety.
"Perhaps," Epione agreed, though her tone suggested medical doubt. "Or perhaps what he contains affects him in ways we do not yet understand."
"Has the seal shown any changes?"
"None since this morning. It appears stable, though I confess our knowledge of its workings remains limited."
Hippolyta carried Naruto to the window, where sunlight bathed them both. "Then we shall learn. We have eternity, after all."
"Not the child," Epione pointed out gently. "He appears fully mortal, my Queen."
The observation struck Hippolyta with unexpected force. Of course the boy was mortal—unlike the Amazons, who had been granted immortality by the gods. She had not considered that she might be setting herself up for the pain of watching him age and die while she remained unchanged.
But that reality lay decades in the future. For now, the infant in her arms needed protection, guidance, and yes—love. Whatever cosmic forces had directed him to Themyscira's shores, whatever destiny awaited him, Hippolyta would ensure he faced it prepared.
"When Diana returns," she said softly, more to herself than to Epione, "she will have a brother."
The word felt strange on her tongue—brother. For three thousand years, the Amazons had been sisters, daughters, mothers to one another, but never had they known brothers or sons. Yet something about it resonated with rightness, as if completing a circle long left unfinished.
"My Queen," Epione ventured cautiously, "have you considered what this might mean for Diana? She has been your only child since her creation. Some jealousy would be natural."
Hippolyta smiled. "You do not know my daughter as I do, Epione. Diana's heart is vast enough to welcome many siblings. Besides," her expression grew thoughtful, "I believe she has felt... different... her entire life. Perhaps having someone else who stands apart will be a comfort to her."
Outside, a horn sounded—three long blasts followed by two short ones. The signal for an arrival at the harbor.
"A ship approaches," one of the attendants announced, peering from the window.
"Not Diana," Hippolyta said with certainty. "She would have sent word ahead." To Epione, she added, "Continue the preparations. I must see who visits our shores."
Reluctantly, she returned Naruto to his bassinet. The child made a small sound of protest—the most normal infant behavior he had displayed yet—and his tiny hand grasped at empty air as she withdrew.
"I will return soon, little one," she promised, then swept from the chamber, her white robes billowing behind her.
The harbor of Themyscira was a marvel of ancient engineering, its breakwaters and piers constructed to withstand the Mediterranean's fiercest tempests. A small gathering of Amazons had already assembled when Hippolyta arrived, all gazing toward the approaching vessel with hands resting casually on sword hilts.
"A Greek fishing boat," Philippus reported, joining her Queen at the harbor's edge. "Two men aboard. They appear injured."
"Man's World encroaches even here," Hippolyta murmured, watching the small craft's erratic approach. "Our barriers weaken."
"First the rift that brought the child, now this," Artemis said, materializing on Hippolyta's other side. "Perhaps they are connected."
Hippolyta considered this. "Perhaps. Or perhaps the gods test our resolve." She raised her voice to address the gathered warriors. "Remember our laws. No man may set foot on Themyscira. But we need not be cruel. Assist them with supplies, tend their wounds from the pier, then send them on their way with adjusted memories."
The Amazons nodded their understanding. Though isolated, they were not heartless. Their quarrel was with the systems and violence of patriarchy, not with individual men in distress.
As the fishing boat drew closer, its damaged condition became apparent. Its sail hung in tatters, and its hull showed evidence of recent, hasty repairs. The two figures aboard—an older man and a youth—waved desperately.
"Stay back!" called Mala in Greek, wading into the shallows but stopping short of the boat. "This island is forbidden to you."
"Please," the older man cried back, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "My son is badly hurt. Our village was attacked—we fled with nothing. Just help the boy, I beg you."
The youth indeed appeared grievously wounded, blood seeping through crude bandages wrapped around his torso. His face was pale with blood loss, his eyes unfocused.
Hippolyta felt the familiar tension between compassion and duty. Their laws were absolute, yet leaving the young man to die when they possessed the means to save him seemed unconscionable.
"Bring the boy to the pier," she commanded. "The father remains on the boat."
Mala and another warrior waded out to the craft. The older man helped them lift his son, who moaned in pain at the movement. With careful strength, the Amazons carried him to the stone pier where Epione, summoned from the palace, waited with her healing kit.
"Stab wound," Epione assessed, cutting away the soiled bandages. "Dirty blade. Infection has set in." She looked up at Hippolyta. "I can treat him here, but he needs proper rest afterward. A day at minimum."
The older man had guided his boat alongside the pier, staying aboard as ordered but leaning over to watch the proceedings with desperate hope.
"Who attacked your village?" Philippus asked him, suspicious of the convenient timing.
"Pirates," the man replied, his weathered face creased with grief. "They come each spring for slaves and tribute. This year we had nothing left to give. They made examples of those who protested."
Hippolyta studied him, searching for deception and finding only exhaustion and fear. Still, caution was warranted. "You found this island by chance?"
"We have heard legends of warrior women who dwell beyond the mists," the man admitted. "When the pirates came, I took my son and fled in the only direction they would not follow—into the Devil's Triangle, the sailors call it. I expected death. Instead, we found you."
The "Devil's Triangle" was one name Man's World had given to the mystical barriers that obscured Themyscira from discovery. That these simple fishermen had penetrated it spoke to the weakening of those ancient protections.
"Treat the boy," Hippolyta decided. "The father may remain on his boat under guard. When the youth is stable, both will be returned to their world with no memory of this place."
"Thank you," the man said, tears streaming down his weathered cheeks. "May the gods bless you for your mercy."
As Epione worked her healing arts on the pier, Hippolyta turned to Philippus. "Post additional sentries along all shores. If the barriers weaken further, we may see more such intrusions."
"Already done, my Queen," the general assured her.
Artemis stepped closer, pitching her voice for Hippolyta's ears alone. "Two males arrive on our shores in as many days. The first we take into our palace, the second we treat with compassion rather than the strict letter of our law. Some will see this as the beginning of a dangerous pattern."
"Some lack perspective," Hippolyta replied evenly. "An infant orphaned by cosmic forces and a wounded boy fleeing slavers hardly constitute an invasion." She fixed Artemis with a level gaze. "Unless you suggest we should have left them both to die?"
Artemis held her Queen's stare for a long moment before looking away. "No. But clarity about our intentions moving forward would reassure those who fear change."
"My intention is what it has always been—to protect Themyscira and uphold Amazon values." Hippolyta's tone softened slightly. "Compassion is chief among those values, Artemis. Or have you forgotten the circumstances of your own arrival among us?"
A flash of something—perhaps remembered pain—crossed Artemis's face before her expression hardened again. She bowed stiffly. "As you say, my Queen."
Hippolyta watched her stalk away, wondering not for the first time if she had been wise to elevate someone so rigid to a position of influence. Artemis was their finest archer and among their most skilled tacticians, but she viewed the world in stark absolutes that left little room for nuance.
A commotion from the pier drew Hippolyta's attention. The wounded youth had regained consciousness and was trying to speak, his hand clutching weakly at Epione's arm.
"Be still," the healer admonished him. "Your wound reopens with movement."
"Father," the boy gasped. "Tell him... the men on the black ship... they weren't ordinary pirates."
Hippolyta moved closer, her interest piqued. "What do you mean, child?"
The youth's eyes widened at her approach, awe momentarily overriding his pain. "Their leader... he wore a helmet like a skull. And his eyes..." A shudder wracked his thin frame. "His eyes were red as blood."
A cold certainty settled in Hippolyta's stomach. She exchanged glances with Philippus, seeing her own recognition mirrored there.
"Ares," they said in unison.
The God of War, imprisoned beneath Themyscira for millennia, could still project his influence into the world of men. He fed on conflict, grew stronger with each battle and skirmish. If he was actively directing pirate raids near their shores, it could only mean one thing—he sensed opportunity.
"The child's arrival," Philippus murmured. "He must have felt it."
"Secure the passages to the prison," Hippolyta commanded. "Double the sacred guards. No one enters without my direct approval."
As Philippus departed to carry out these orders, Hippolyta gazed toward the palace, where an infant with whisker-marked cheeks and a demon sealed within him now slept in a bassinet carved with protective symbols.
Coincidence was a luxury in which immortals could not afford to believe. The rift between worlds, the child's arrival, the weakening barriers, and now evidence of Ares's stirring—all were connected by threads not yet visible but certainly present.
"My Queen," Epione called from the pier. "The boy stabilizes, but he needs rest."
Hippolyta made her decision quickly. "Bring him to the healer's pavilion—but blindfolded, and under guard. His father may accompany him, under the same conditions. When they are recovered, Mala will escort them far from our shores and ensure they remember nothing."
As the Amazons carried out these instructions, Hippolyta turned her gaze to the horizon, where the setting sun painted the sea in shades of blood and gold. A premonition settled over her like a shroud—their days of peaceful isolation were ending. Change approached on swift wings, and all they could do was prepare to meet it with wisdom and strength.
Her thoughts returned to Naruto, the infant who had drifted to them from another reality. Not just a child in need, but perhaps a harbinger of transformations yet to come. For better or worse, his arrival had set events in motion that could not be undone.
"May Athena grant us wisdom," she whispered to the darkening sky. "We will need it in the days ahead."
Deep beneath Themyscira, in a cavern lit only by the eerie glow of enchanted chains, Ares stirred. The God of War could not move—his prison had been crafted too well for that—but his awareness extended far beyond his physical form.
He had felt the disturbance in reality, sensed the arrival of something new and powerful on the island above. Something with potential. Something with rage buried deep within innocence.
And now, he felt the increased vigilance of his captors, the strengthening of the wards around his prison. They had noticed his small manipulations in the world beyond—the pirates he had guided toward the island, hoping to create just enough chaos to test the barriers.
Ares smiled in the darkness. It didn't matter that this particular gambit had failed. Time was the one advantage he would always have over his Amazon jailers. They were immortal, yes, but he was eternal.
And now, a new piece had appeared on the cosmic board. A child with a monster bound within him—oh yes, Ares could sense that duality, that delicious potential for both heroism and destruction. Such a being, properly influenced, might one day become the key to his freedom.
Patience. The concept that so many mortals failed to grasp, yet which gods understood innately. Seeds planted now might not bear fruit for decades. But they would bear fruit eventually.
Ares closed his eyes, conserving his strength. Above, the Amazons would be vigilant for a time, then gradually return to complacency. Meanwhile, the child would grow, develop, struggle with the power contained within him.
And when the moment was right—perhaps years or even decades from now—Ares would find a way to whisper into the boy's dreams, to nurture whatever resentments and frustrations inevitably arose from being the only male in a society of women.
"Welcome to Themyscira, little vessel," he murmured to the darkness. "May you prosper and grow strong... for both our sakes."
Morning light spilled across the nursery floor as Hippolyta entered, having spent most of the night overseeing increased security measures throughout Themyscira. The fishermen had been treated, then sent on their way with modified memories, believing they had been rescued by a passing merchant vessel.
Naruto was awake in his new crib, silent and watchful as ever. When he saw Hippolyta, however, his solemn expression transformed. His whisker-marked cheeks dimpled with a smile, and he raised his tiny arms toward her in unmistakable demand.
"Good morning, little prince," she said, lifting him from the crib. "Did you dream of your former world?"
The infant made a soft sound, neither quite a coo nor a word, but somehow conveying contentment. His hand found a strand of her golden hair, gripping it with that same surprising strength.
"Today we begin your new life in earnest," Hippolyta told him, moving to a chair near the window. A silver cup of warm milk awaited on a nearby table, prepared by the nursery attendants who had withdrawn to give their Queen privacy with the child.
As she held the cup to his lips, Naruto drank with careful deliberation—none of the messy eagerness typical of infants. His blue eyes remained fixed on her face, studying her with that uncanny awareness.
"You are not like other children," Hippolyta observed. "I wonder how much you understand, even now."
When he had finished the milk, she set the cup aside and adjusted him in her arms so that he faced the window. Together, they gazed out at Themyscira—the training grounds where warriors already sparred in the morning light, the olive groves and vineyards that provided sustenance, the marble temples where Amazon priestesses maintained traditions older than most civilizations.
"This is your home now," she told him, echoing her words from the night before. "You will learn our ways, our history, our values. You will grow strong in body and wise in mind. And one day, when you are ready, we will help you understand the power you contain."
The seal on Naruto's stomach had faded to a faint outline, visible only when the light struck his skin at certain angles. Hippolyta placed her hand gently over it, feeling the steady thrum of energy beneath.
"Whatever entity dwells within you, remember that it is contained. It does not define you. You are Naruto first—child of two worlds, son of a father who sacrificed everything to give you a chance at life."
She turned him to face her, looking directly into those summer-sky eyes. "And now, you are also son of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. Brother to Diana, Princess of Themyscira. Whatever challenges await, you will not face them alone."
For an instant—so brief she might have imagined it—Hippolyta thought she saw a flash of understanding in the infant's gaze, an acknowledgment far beyond his apparent months. Then it was gone, replaced by the more typical innocence of babyhood as he yawned widely.
"Rest now," she said, returning him to the crib. "Your new life begins in earnest tomorrow."
As Naruto's eyes drifted closed, Hippolyta remained by the crib, one hand resting protectively on its edge. Outside, Themyscira continued its eternal rhythms—the clash of practice swords, the chants of priestesses, the calls of marketplace vendors. Life as it had been for thousands of years.
Yet change had come to Paradise Island, embodied in this small being with whisker-marked cheeks and a legacy from another world. What that change would bring, not even the Oracle could fully foresee.
One thing alone was certain: nothing on Themyscira would ever be quite the same again.
The forest erupted in a blur of motion as a small figure darted between ancient olive trees, golden sunlight dappling his sun-kissed skin. Five years had transformed the foundling infant into a whirlwind of perpetual energy, his laughter cascading through the sacred groves of Themyscira like wind chimes in a storm.
"You cannot escape, little prince!" Mala's voice rang out from somewhere behind him, the experienced Amazon warrior closing in with the practiced stealth of a lioness.
Naruto's bare feet barely touched the ground as he vaulted over a fallen log, whisker marks creasing with his wide grin. The red flag tucked into his training tunic fluttered like a victory banner, a prize still unclaimed by his pursuers.
"Three Amazons against one boy," he called back, his voice carrying the musical lilt that came from growing up among the women of Paradise Island. "Hardly seems fair!"
He sensed rather than saw the ambush ahead—Artemis crouched on a low branch, bow slung across her back, ready to drop down and intercept him. Without breaking stride, Naruto feinted left, then pivoted sharply right, diving through a narrow gap between two boulders that no adult could navigate.
"By Hera, he's quick!" Artemis cursed, leaping down to pursue the new route. "Aegea, circle to the spring! Cut him off at the clearing!"
Naruto grinned as he heard the commands. Predictable. The Amazons always thought in terms of conventional tactics, even in something as simple as a training game. But five years under Queen Hippolyta's direct tutelage had taught him to think differently.
He skidded to a halt in a small hollow, hidden momentarily from his pursuers' sight. Closing his eyes, he pressed his small palms together in concentration, reaching for the strange energy he'd discovered within himself six months ago. The Amazons called it different from their own divine gifts—this was chakra, they'd explained, native to his original world.
A sudden warmth flowed through his limbs, and Naruto's eyes snapped open with fierce determination. Instead of continuing forward or doubling back, he did what no Amazon would expect—he climbed, scampering up the ancient trunk of a towering cypress with the agility of a squirrel.
From his perch twenty feet above the forest floor, he watched Mala and Artemis converge on his last known position, confusion evident in their expressions as they found only empty space. Aegea approached from the opposite direction, green eyes scanning the underbrush but never looking up.
"Where did he—" Mala began.
Naruto launched himself from the branch, somersaulting through the air with a wild cry of exhilaration. He landed in the center of the clearing, then immediately sprinted toward the stone pillar that marked the boundary of their playing field—the safe zone.
"There!" Artemis notched an arrow—blunted for training, but still capable of stopping a runner with a painful thwack to the legs. She let it fly with perfect precision.
In that fractional moment, something extraordinary happened. Time seemed to slow for Naruto. He sensed the arrow's approach with impossible clarity, and his body reacted before his mind could process how. He twisted in mid-stride, the arrow whistling past his ear close enough to ruffle his spiky blond hair.
"Impossible!" Artemis gasped. "No child has reflexes like that!"
But Naruto was already at the pillar, slapping his palm against the cool stone with a triumphant whoop. Game over. Victory claimed.
The three Amazons surrounded him, their expressions a mixture of admiration, suspicion, and in Artemis's case, thinly veiled frustration.
"Well played, little prince," Mala conceded, ruffling his hair. "Though I suspect you had some... unusual help."
Naruto's grin faltered slightly. He knew what she meant. The energy, the reflexes—these weren't typical, even for a child trained by Amazons from infancy. Something else lived within him, something that occasionally made itself known in moments of excitement or danger.
"I won fair," he insisted, pulling the red flag from his tunic and presenting it with a flourish. "No tricks, just faster."
Artemis knelt to look him directly in the eyes—a gesture that might have seemed respectful, but which Naruto recognized as scrutiny. "Your eyes," she said quietly. "For a moment when you dodged my arrow, they changed."
Naruto blinked in surprise. "Changed how?"
"Red," Artemis said flatly. "With strange pupils, like a cat's."
An uncomfortable silence fell over the group. Naruto stared at his feet, shame welling up though he didn't fully understand why. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? Just played the game better than they expected.
Mala placed a protective hand on his shoulder. "Come, it's time to return. The Queen will be waiting for your lessons."
As they walked back toward the palace, Naruto felt the familiar weight of being different settle over him. He was the only male on an island of immortal women, a child where no children had been born for centuries before his arrival. And now, increasingly, strange things happened around him—moments of impossible speed, unusual perception, and according to Artemis, eyes that changed color.
Queen Hippolyta stood motionless on the palace balcony, her gaze fixed on the distant forest where Naruto trained. Though she appeared serene, her mind churned with concerns.
"You worry needlessly," Penthesilea said, joining her at the railing. The Oracle had aged visibly in the five years since Naruto's arrival—unusual for an immortal Amazon, but perhaps not surprising given the energies she had expended studying the boy's seal.
"His powers manifest earlier than we anticipated," Hippolyta replied. "The seal weakens."
"Not weakens," Penthesilea corrected. "Evolves. It was designed to allow controlled access to the entity's power as the vessel matured. What we witness now is merely the beginning of that process."
Hippolyta's fingers tightened on the stone railing. "And if the process accelerates? If the seal fails entirely?"
"Then we will face that challenge as we have faced all others." The Oracle placed her weathered hand over the Queen's. "Remember, you chose this path knowing its uncertainties."
Before Hippolyta could respond, a messenger appeared at the balcony entrance, bowing deeply. "My Queen, a ship approaches. It bears the standard of Princess Diana."
Hippolyta's expression transformed instantly, worry giving way to joy. "My daughter returns." She turned to the messenger. "Prepare a welcome feast. And inform the prince immediately."
As the messenger departed, Penthesilea smiled knowingly. "Perhaps Diana's return is fortuitously timed. The boy could benefit from her perspective."
"My thoughts exactly," Hippolyta agreed. "Diana has walked between worlds as Naruto must learn to do—between the heritage of his birth and the culture of his upbringing."
Together, they descended to the throne room, where Hippolyta would formally receive her daughter. Though the Queen maintained the dignified bearing expected of Themyscira's ruler, anticipation quickened her steps. Diana had been away for nearly a year, dealing with escalating threats in Man's World as Wonder Woman.
And more significantly, this would be her first meeting with the boy who now called Hippolyta "mother."
Naruto couldn't keep still. After five years of hearing stories about the legendary Princess Diana—her bravery, her compassion, her adventures in the world beyond Themyscira's shores—he would finally meet her in person. His adopted sister. A fellow child of Hippolyta, though created under vastly different circumstances.
"Stop fidgeting," Mala chided as she attempted to adjust the formal chiton draped over his small frame. "You represent the royal household. Show dignity."
"Will she like me?" The question burst from him without thought, revealing the fear that had lurked beneath his excitement.
Mala's expression softened. "Diana has the largest heart of any Amazon. How could she not love a brother?"
"But I'm not really her brother," Naruto persisted, giving voice to the insecurity that haunted him. "I'm not really Amazon either. I'm just... here."
"Enough." Mala knelt before him, gripping his shoulders firmly. "You are Naruto of Themyscira, son of Queen Hippolyta, prince of the Amazons by royal decree and proven merit. Never doubt your place here."
Before he could respond, trumpets sounded from the harbor—the signal that Diana's ship had docked. Naruto's heart leapt into his throat.
"Come," Mala said, taking his hand. "Your sister awaits."
Diana, Princess of Themyscira, stepped onto the familiar stone pier with a sense of homecoming that never diminished no matter how often she returned. Clad in her battle-worn armor, the golden eagle emblem across her chest catching the Mediterranean sunlight, she cut an imposing figure—divine heritage made flesh.
Amazon warriors lined the path from harbor to palace, saluting with spears raised as she passed. Diana acknowledged them with respectful nods, but her attention focused on the royal reception awaiting at the top of the marble steps.
Her mother stood there, resplendent in ceremonial robes, flanked by Philippus and the royal guard. But it was the small figure partially hidden behind Hippolyta's skirts that captured Diana's curiosity—a child with sun-bright hair and curious blue eyes, dressed in a formal chiton that he seemed desperate to escape.
So this was the boy from another world. The child her mother had claimed as son.
Diana ascended the steps and knelt before Hippolyta, bowing her head in the traditional greeting. "Mother, I return to your shores bearing news from Man's World."
"Rise, daughter," Hippolyta said warmly, stepping forward to embrace her. "Themyscira rejoices at your safe return."
When they separated, Diana's gaze shifted pointedly to the boy, who was making a valiant but unsuccessful attempt to appear smaller.
Hippolyta smiled and beckoned him forward. "Diana, I present to you Naruto of Themyscira, found on our shores five years past, now prince of the Amazons and..." She paused meaningfully. "Your brother."
Diana knelt again, this time before the wide-eyed child. Up close, she could see the whisker-like markings on his cheeks, the subtle hints of something wild and untamed beneath his formal appearance.
"Hello, Naruto," she said softly. "I've heard much about you in my mother's letters."
Naruto stared at her with undisguised awe. "You're taller than I thought," he blurted, then immediately flushed crimson.
Laughter erupted around them, breaking the ceremonial tension. Diana's own laugh joined in, rich and genuine. "And you're exactly as forthright as mother described."
She offered her hand, and after a moment's hesitation, Naruto took it. The instant their fingers touched, Diana felt a jolt—not unpleasant, but startling. Energy unlike anything she'd encountered before, neither fully divine nor mortal, but something else entirely.
Naruto's eyes widened, suggesting he'd felt it too. "You're different," he said with a child's directness. "Like me."
The simple observation struck Diana with unexpected force. Yes, she had always been different—shaped from clay rather than born, blessed by gods rather than natural heritage. In all of Themyscira, perhaps she alone could truly understand what it meant to be created rather than born into the Amazon culture.
"Yes," she agreed, squeezing his small hand gently. "Like you."
Something passed between them in that moment—recognition, connection, the silent acknowledgment of shared otherness. Diana saw Hippolyta watching them with poorly concealed hope, and understood her mother's wisdom in bringing this child into their family.
"Come," Diana said, rising and keeping hold of Naruto's hand. "I wish to hear everything about your life here while I've been away."
The feast to celebrate Diana's return stretched long into the evening. Amazon warriors recounted tales of glory, musicians played ancient melodies on lyres and pipes, and wine flowed freely among the immortal women. Through it all, Naruto remained at Diana's side, peppering her with questions about the world beyond Themyscira.
"Are there other children in Man's World?" he asked, blue eyes wide with curiosity.
"Millions," Diana confirmed, smiling at his wonder. "Cities full of them, playing and learning and growing."
"And boys too? Like me?"
"Many boys, yes." She watched his expression carefully, seeing the conflict there—the natural desire to know others like himself warring with loyalty to the only home he'd known.
"Do they also have... strange things happen to them? Things they can't explain?"
Diana shared a glance with Hippolyta across the table. This was it—the opening they'd discussed privately before the feast, the opportunity to begin helping Naruto understand his unique situation.
"Some do," Diana said carefully. "In Man's World, there are people with extraordinary abilities—some born with them, others who acquire them through accident or design. They're called metahumans."
"Am I a metahuman?" Naruto asked, the unfamiliar word awkward on his tongue.
"Not exactly." Diana set aside her goblet, turning to face him fully. "You come from somewhere else entirely—another world where the rules of power are different from both Themyscira and Man's World."
Naruto's expression grew serious beyond his years. "Because of what's inside me."
The candid acknowledgment surprised Diana. "You know about that?"
He nodded solemnly. "I hear it sometimes. In dreams. A voice that's not mine, but is... part of me." His small hand unconsciously moved to his stomach, where the seal lay hidden beneath his clothing. "It doesn't talk exactly, but I feel what it feels. Mostly anger. Sometimes curiosity."
Hippolyta had risen from her seat, moving to join them. Around the feast hall, conversations continued, but several Amazons—Artemis among them—watched the royal family's discussion with undisguised interest.
"The entity sealed within you is called the Nine-Tailed Fox," Hippolyta explained, taking the seat on Naruto's other side. "In your original world, it was a being of immense power—neither good nor evil in the way we understand those concepts, but wild and destructive when provoked."
"Why is it in me?" The question was simple, direct, and heartbreaking in its innocence.
Diana and Hippolyta exchanged glances. How to explain the concept of a jinchūriki to a five-year-old? How to tell him that his father had sacrificed his own life to make his son a living prison?
"For protection," Diana said finally. "Both yours and others'. Your father was very brave, very powerful in his world's ways. When the Nine-Tails threatened his home, he used the only method he could to save everyone—including you."
Naruto absorbed this, his young face scrunched in concentration. "So the fox isn't bad? Just... angry about being trapped?"
"Wouldn't you be?" Diana asked gently.
Something flickered across Naruto's features—a flash of understanding beyond his years. "I think... I think it knows we're talking about it. I can feel it listening."
The revelation sent a chill through Diana. She had faced gods and monsters, aliens and aberrations, but the idea of a sentient force sealed within this child, aware and conscious of their conversation, unsettled her deeply.
Hippolyta placed a protective hand on Naruto's shoulder. "This is why your training must evolve, my son. Until now, we've focused on physical skills and Amazon history. But the time has come to help you understand and control what lies within."
"Will it hurt?" Fear crept into the boy's voice for the first time.
"No," Diana assured him, though in truth, she couldn't be certain. "But it will require courage. Fortunately," she smiled, hoping to lighten the moment, "courage is something Amazons have in abundance."
Before Naruto could respond, the feast hall's massive doors burst open. Philippus strode in, her expression grave. "My Queen, forgive the interruption. There's been an incident at the Temple of Hestia. The eternal flame... it's changed color."
Conversations ceased abruptly as every Amazon turned toward the general.
"Changed how?" Hippolyta demanded, rising.
"Red, my Queen. Blood red. And the priestesses report hearing... laughter."
Hippolyta's face hardened. "Ares." She turned to Diana. "Daughter, I must attend to this. Continue our discussion with the prince."
As Hippolyta departed with Philippus and several royal guards, an uncomfortable silence fell over the feast hall. Artemis approached Diana and Naruto, her expression unreadable.
"The God of War stirs on the same night the princess returns to meet her 'brother'," she said, emphasizing the last word with subtle skepticism. "Perhaps not coincidental."
Diana's eyes narrowed. "Speak plainly, Artemis."
"The boy's seal weakens. His powers manifest. And now Ares, who has been dormant for decades, suddenly shows signs of activity." Artemis looked pointedly at Naruto. "The Oracle warned that the child carries both salvation and destruction. Perhaps the destruction begins now."
"That's enough," Diana said sharply, placing herself between Artemis and Naruto. "He is a child, not a harbinger."
"He is both," Artemis insisted. "As you were both child and weapon when the gods created you."
The comparison struck Diana like a physical blow. It was true—she had been created for a purpose, designed as Themyscira's champion. Was Naruto so different? Created in his world as a vessel, repurposed here as... what? Prince? Brother? Or potentially something more strategic?
She glanced down at Naruto, expecting to find him confused or frightened by the exchange. Instead, his face had hardened into a mask of determination.
"I'm not going to hurt anyone," he declared, small fists clenched at his sides. "I'm going to protect Themyscira, like Diana does. That's why I train so hard."
The simple statement, delivered with such conviction, pierced Diana's heart. This child, burdened with a power he didn't create or ask for, thought not of the unfairness but of how he might use it for good.
"Of course you will," she said, kneeling to his level. "And I'll help you."
Artemis studied them both, then inclined her head slightly—not quite acceptance, but acknowledgment. "We shall see what path the Fates choose." With that, she withdrew, following in Hippolyta's wake.
Left alone amidst the now-subdued celebration, Diana turned her full attention to Naruto. "Would you like to show me your favorite place on Themyscira? I find feasts can become tiresome after interruptions like these."
Relief flooded his features. "Yes! There's a cliff overlooking the western sea where you can see forever. I go there to think."
Diana smiled, recognizing the description of a spot she herself had frequented in her youth. "Lead the way, brother."
The western cliffs of Themyscira stood like sentinels against the endless expanse of the Mediterranean, their white stone faces catching the last crimson rays of the setting sun. Naruto scrambled ahead with the boundless energy of childhood, his formal chiton now disheveled and grass-stained from their cross-island journey.
Diana followed at a more measured pace, savoring the familiar scents of her homeland—cypress and olive, sea salt and sun-warmed stone. Despite her concerns about Ares's stirring and Naruto's developing powers, a sense of rightness settled over her. She belonged here, and increasingly, she felt that Naruto did too.
"Here!" he called, waving from a jutting promontory. "This is my thinking spot."
Diana joined him at the cliff's edge, where a twisted olive tree provided natural seating overlooking a sheer drop to the crashing waves below. The view was breathtaking—endless sea merging with darkening sky, the first stars beginning to appear like scattered diamonds.
"I can see why you like it here," she said, settling beside him on the gnarled trunk. "It feels like the edge of the world."
"Epione says it's not really the edge," Naruto informed her seriously. "She says the world is round like a sphere, and there are lands far beyond what I can see."
"Epione is right."
"But sometimes," he continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper, "I think I can see... other places. Not just far lands, but... different worlds."
Diana studied him carefully. "What do you mean?"
Naruto kicked his feet, suddenly self-conscious. "Sometimes when I sit here at sunset, the sky turns all red and orange, and I see flashes—like pictures in my mind, but stronger. A village built on a mountain with faces carved in it. People jumping through trees faster than Amazons can run. And giant animals—toads and snakes and..." He hesitated. "Foxes with many tails."
"Memories," Diana realized. "Of your birth world."
"But how can I remember? I was just a baby when I came here."
Diana considered this. "Perhaps they're not your memories alone. Perhaps what you contain—the Nine-Tails—shares its knowledge with you."
Naruto's hand moved unconsciously to his stomach. "You think the fox is showing me these things? Why?"
"I don't know," Diana admitted. "But I intend to find out."
The conversation paused as they both gazed out at the darkening horizon. Stars multiplied overhead, brighter here than in Man's World with its electric lights and pollution.
"Diana?" Naruto's voice had gone small again. "What if Artemis is right? What if I am dangerous?"
The question hung between them, honest and devastating in its simplicity. Diana turned to face him fully, taking his small hands in hers.
"Listen to me, Naruto. Power itself is neither good nor evil—it simply is. What matters is the heart that wields it." She placed a finger over his chest. "And your heart, little brother, is good. I can see that already."
"But the fox—"
"Is part of you, but not all of you. Just as my divine gifts are part of me, but I choose how to use them." Diana squeezed his hands gently. "The question isn't whether you're dangerous—all power is dangerous. The question is whether you'll use that power with wisdom and compassion."
Naruto absorbed this, his young face solemn in the gathering twilight. Then, without warning, he launched himself forward, wrapping his arms around Diana's waist in a fierce hug.
"I'm glad you're my sister," he mumbled against her armor. "No one else explains things to me like I can understand."
Diana returned the embrace, surprised by the surge of protectiveness that washed over her. In her years defending Man's World, she had saved countless lives, but this felt different—more personal, more vital somehow.
"And I'm glad you're my brother," she replied, meaning it more than she had expected to.
Their moment of connection shattered as a tremor ran through the island—subtle but unmistakable, like the shiver of a sleeping giant. Diana was on her feet instantly, senses alert.
"What was—" Naruto began.
A second tremor, stronger than the first, cut him off. In the distance, alarm horns sounded from the direction of the palace.
"Something's wrong," Diana said, instinctively reaching for her sword. "We need to return immediately."
Naruto's expression shifted from confusion to determination. "I know a shortcut through the old ruins. It's faster than the main path."
"Lead the way," Diana directed, impressed by his quick thinking.
They raced away from the cliff, Naruto darting ahead with surprising speed for a child his age. Diana kept pace easily, her divine abilities allowing her to navigate the darkening terrain without difficulty.
The ruins Naruto mentioned came into view—ancient structures predating even the Amazons' arrival on Themyscira, their crumbling columns and fallen arches creating a maze-like environment overgrown with vegetation. Diana felt a prickle of unease; these ruins were forbidden to most Amazons due to the unpredictable magical energies that lingered in them.
"Naruto, wait," she called. "These ruins are not safe."
But the boy had already plunged into the labyrinth of stone, his small form weaving between toppled pillars with the confidence of familiarity. Diana followed, noting with concern the faint blue glow that emanated from certain symbols carved into the ancient stones—dormant magic awakening.
"I come here sometimes," Naruto called back, oblivious to the danger. "No one else does, so it's like my secret place."
"That's because these ruins are forbidden," Diana replied, quickening her pace to catch up to him. "The magic here is unstable, unpredictable."
Naruto skidded to a halt in a circular clearing surrounded by seven broken columns. At the center stood a stone pedestal carved with symbols Diana recognized with mounting alarm—ancient binding runes, similar to those used in Ares's prison.
"I didn't know it was forbi—" Naruto's explanation cut off as another, more violent tremor shook the ruins. He stumbled, his hand instinctively reaching out to steady himself against the nearest surface—the carved pedestal.
The moment his fingers touched the stone, the runes blazed to life with blinding blue light. Naruto cried out, not in pain but surprise, as the energy surged up his arm and across his body, converging on his stomach where the seal lay hidden.
"Naruto!" Diana lunged forward, but an invisible barrier repelled her, sending her crashing into one of the columns.
The boy stood frozen, his eyes wide as the seal on his stomach burned through his clothing, glowing with the same azure light as the pedestal. His whisker marks darkened and grew more pronounced, and when he turned to look at Diana, his eyes had transformed—crimson irises with vertical, fox-like pupils.
"Diana?" His voice had changed too, deeper and layered with a second, more guttural tone beneath his childish treble. "What's happening to me?"
Before she could answer, Naruto doubled over with a cry of agony. The seal on his stomach pulsed, its spiral pattern distorting as if something were pushing against it from within. Red energy began to seep through the blue, the two colors swirling and fighting for dominance around the boy's small frame.
Diana threw herself against the barrier again, this time channeling her full strength. The invisible wall shuddered but held.
"Fight it, Naruto!" she shouted. "Whatever's happening, you must assert control!"
But the boy seemed beyond hearing now. He had fallen to his knees, arms wrapped around himself as the conflicting energies intensified. The red was winning, spreading like blood in water, consuming the blue in viscous tendrils.
Then, horrifyingly, the energy began to take shape around him—the ghostly outline of a massive fox's head, complete with elongated ears and slavering jaws. A single tail of crimson chakra formed behind Naruto, whipping through the air with enough force to crack one of the remaining columns.
"I can't..." Naruto gasped, his voice almost completely overtaken by the deeper, alien tone. "It's too strong... it wants out..."
Diana made a desperate decision. Drawing her sword, she plunged it into the barrier with all her godly strength, simultaneously calling out to her divine patrons: "Athena, grant me wisdom! Zeus, lend me your strength!"
The barrier shattered like glass, and Diana surged forward, dropping her sword to wrap her arms around Naruto's transforming body. The caustic energy burned against her skin, but she held firm, pulling him against her chest.
"Listen to me," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority of her divine heritage. "You are Naruto of Themyscira, son of Hippolyta, prince of the Amazons. This power does not control you. YOU control IT."
For one terrible moment, she thought she'd failed. The fox's ethereal head loomed over them both, its jaws opening as if to devour them. Then, miraculously, Naruto's small hand closed around her arm.
"H-help me," he managed, a flicker of blue returning to one eye while the other remained crimson.
Diana didn't hesitate. She placed her hand directly over the distorted seal on his stomach and channeled her own divine energy—the blessing of Zeus, the wisdom of Athena, the truth of her conviction.
"Return to slumber," she commanded the entity within. "Your time is not now."
The fox's spectral form writhed and roared in silent fury, but the red energy began to recede, drawn back into the seal like water down a drain. Naruto's body convulsed once, twice—then went limp in Diana's arms as the last of the malevolent chakra vanished.
The ruins fell silent save for the distant alarm horns still sounding from the palace. Diana cradled Naruto's unconscious form, checking frantically for signs of life. His breathing came shallow but steady, his pulse rapid beneath her fingers.
"Athena be praised," she whispered, gathering him close. The seal on his stomach had stabilized, returning to its original spiral pattern, though it still glowed faintly through his torn clothing.
"Diana!" A voice called from the edge of the ruins. Hippolyta appeared, flanked by Philippus and a contingent of royal guards, all armed for battle.
"Here, Mother!" Diana called back, rising with Naruto in her arms.
Hippolyta rushed forward, her face pale with fear as she saw the unconscious child. "What happened? We felt the magical disturbance throughout the island."
"The Nine-Tails," Diana explained grimly. "It nearly broke free when Naruto touched one of the binding stones. The ancient magic interfered with his seal somehow."
Penthesilea pushed through the gathered warriors, her ancient face grave. "As I feared. The ruins contain binding magic similar to what holds Ares. The resonance between different sealing methods created a temporary weakness."
"Can it be repaired?" Hippolyta demanded, gently brushing sweat-soaked hair from Naruto's forehead.
"The seal already works to repair itself," the Oracle observed, studying the marking on the boy's stomach. "But this incident confirms what we've suspected—the containment is not infallible. As he grows, as his own powers develop, the entity will continue testing its boundaries."
Diana felt Naruto stir in her arms, his eyelids fluttering. When they opened, his eyes were blue again—normal, child's eyes filled with confusion and lingering fear.
"Diana?" he mumbled. "What happened? I saw... I was..."
"Hush," she soothed. "You're safe now. We'll explain everything once you've rested."
But Naruto struggled to sit up, suddenly urgent. "The fox! I saw it, Diana. Not just felt it—I SAW it. And it saw me too. It knows who I am now."
A chill ran through the assembled Amazons at this declaration. Hippolyta stepped forward, taking Naruto from Diana's arms into her own.
"And we know it as well," she said firmly. "Knowledge is power, my son. Now that we understand the danger more clearly, we can better prepare."
As they made their way back to the palace, Diana fell into step beside Penthesilea. "The entity spoke to him," she murmured, pitching her voice for the Oracle's ears alone. "It was trying to break free."
"Not entirely," Penthesilea replied thoughtfully. "If the Nine-Tails truly wished freedom, it would have completely overwhelmed the boy in that moment of weakness. Instead, it tested the boundaries, measured our response."
"You speak as if it's intelligent."
"Oh, it is far more than merely intelligent, Princess. From what I've gleaned in my studies, the tailed beasts of Naruto's world are ancient, sentient manifestations of primal chakra—closer to gods than animals, despite their bestial forms."
Diana absorbed this with growing concern. "Then what does it want with Naruto?"
The Oracle's weathered face creased in a sad smile. "The same thing any imprisoned being wants—freedom. But perhaps also... understanding. It is bound to the boy for as long as he lives. Their fates are intertwined now."
Ahead of them, Naruto had fallen asleep in Hippolyta's arms, his small face peaceful in unconsciousness, the whisker marks on his cheeks once again faint lines rather than the pronounced slashes they had become during his transformation.
"I will help him," Diana decided, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. "Whatever it takes, whatever he needs to control this power, I will provide it."
"Good," Penthesilea said simply. "Because I believe he was sent here specifically for that purpose—to learn control from those who understand divine power without being corrupted by it."
As they passed through the palace gates, a thought occurred to Diana. "The disturbance at the Temple of Hestia—Ares's stirring—it happened just before the incident with Naruto. Could they be connected?"
The Oracle's silence was answer enough.
"He senses the Nine-Tails," Diana realized. "Ares feels its power, its potential for chaos and destruction."
"The God of War has waited millennia for freedom," Penthesilea confirmed. "He is nothing if not patient. And now, a potential key to his prison has arrived in the form of a child."
Diana's jaw set with determination. "Then we must ensure Naruto never becomes that key. We must teach him to master the fox's power before Ares can influence him."
As if hearing his name in dreams, Naruto stirred again in Hippolyta's embrace, murmuring something too low to hear. The Queen bent her head to listen, then looked back at Diana with troubled eyes.
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