Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: DC Comics
Character/Pairing: Wonder Woman/Mera
Challenge/Prompt: comment_fic: DC Comics - Diana Prince/Mera - you never forget your first requested by punk4life1315
Word Count: 356
Date Written: 11 April 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
She stands, staring out at the water and what feels like a million years ago. In the far distance, she can see the fires of approaching enemies and explosions as enemies and allies alike are killed. She can still hear their screams echoing in her mind if she lets herself, but right now, it’s another voice to which she’s listening, a voice far sweeter than any of theirs or even the first honey of Summer.
She can see her rising from the water, the sun resplinded and sparkling on her scales, her bare flesh, and her crimson red hair. Red wasn’t always a bad color. It didn’t always stand for blood and death. It used to be the flash of her lover under the water, the flash of the one other woman in the world who seemed to understand her and what she truly wanted, the flash that brought happiness and love with it. They were tender times, the best times Diana’s ever lived, but like all good things, they had not been meant to last.
Diana blinks, her mind withdrawing from the past. She could live there forever, but right now, as usual, as seemingly always, there are people needing her, people whose very lives are at stake. “We begin,” she speaks crisply as the rising wind whips her long, black locks. “They want a war. We’ll give them one.” Summer is over. The long, brutal Fall is just beginning. Diana shivers in the bright sunlight; she has a feeling already that this Winter will be the coldest and hardest one yet.
Even so, she won’t forget Mera. They say you never forget your first love, and for Diana Prince, that is especially true. She will never forget the Goddess of the Sea. She’ll never forget her own personal, fun-loving, and beautiful mermaid. She’ll never forget the warmth of her love, and she carries it with her now as she raises her shield upon which the golden warmth of the sun blazes and lets rip a battle cry. Mera will be with her always, in heart and in soul, till the very end.