Star Crossed

Chapter 1: Crossing Blades

Diana had been visiting Themyscira for a little over a month. Truth be told she needed a break from saving the world with Bruce and Clark and the others, and she missed her mother. She'd been away since leaving with steve and now 110 years had gone by. It was time she checked in with her mother. She had to admit, it was nice to be home, free of too much worry. The boys could handle the world for a while, the weight of the world couldn't always be on her shoulders. She felt that she had earned her break and then some.

Diana was thrilled to be up early, training on the beaches with Antiope again, riding her stallion Celisi whenever she wanted, visiting the friends she'd missed. Relaxing.

She was in her large, plush bed, relaxing. The door to the balcony wide open and the sheer white canopy over her bed flowing gently in the breeze. She could smell the salt of the ocean below, and she could hear the waves crashing gently onto the beach, kissing the shore. A sweet and sleepy smile graced her face as she took everything in.

"It is so nice to have you home, Diana." Came her mother's voice from the doorway. Hippolyta leaned there, smiling and admiring the sight of her daughter. Her heart was swelling within her, she truly missed Diana so much.

Diana sat up and smiled at her mother. "It has been nice to be home. I missed you, mother." Diana stood from her bed and walked to her mother, embracing her in a hug before pulling away.

"Have you ever considered coming back and taking my place on the throne?" Hippolyta studied her daughter's energetic and adventurous eyes. Hippolyta knew the answer to the question, Diana never intended on taking the throne, and if that was her choice, she would honor it.

"Mother, that place is rightfully yours there is no need for me to even consider-"

"Say no more, Diana. I know." Hippolyta cupped Diana's cheek in her hand and she smiled softly. Her eyes widened as she looked out the window of Diana's bedroom.

She saw what she recognized as a magic portal opening up on the beach. Immediately she was stricken with worry, and she rushed to the balcony to get a closer look. From out of the portal came a large man with snow white hair cloaked in black and he appeared to tumble onto the beach in a rather clumsy manor. Following the man came a beautiful brown and white horse before the portal snapped shut.

"Yennefer!" The man shouted angrily.

Diana stood beside her mother watching the scene unfold and before her mother could protest her intervention, Diana was suited up and flying to the beach.

Geralt cursed under his breath. Following a massive fallout with Yennefer of Vengerberg, she portaled him away in her anger. Judging by his surroundings, this was a world that was much different than his own. He had never seen this beach, and he had traveled everywhere you possibly could-or so he thought- in his lifetime.

He stood to his feet with a grunt and he dusted the sand from his black trousers. "Fuck." He grumbled. As he raised his eyes, they widened in surprise. There stood a dark haired warrior, studying and scrutinizing him with piercing eyes and a stern expression. Her hair was long, chocolate in color and wavy, falling to the middle of her back. Her armor was the most intriguing thing he had ever laid his eyes on. The bodice was deep red, with a gorgeous and interesting design. It was framed in gold and her long legs were hardly covered. She wielded a powerful looking sword, and a shield with a design that caught his eye right away.

"Who are you and how did you arrive on Themyscira?" Diana asked, sternly. She looked upon the man with a fierce curiousity. His eyes caught her attention first. They were an odd, yet beautiful color- yellowish and so enticing. His hair was beautiful, shoulder length and pulled into a half pony-tail with a few stray strands that fell and framed his face. His features were strong, masculine and incredibly well defined. She could tell he was strong by the shape of his body and his physique.

Geralt looked at her, his hand slowly gripping his sword. He was unsure what she may try next, and he had learned throughout the years of people hating and rejecting him that he needed to be ready to defend himself at any moment. "I was portaled here, not by choice."

Diana watched his large hand grip the handle of his sword and she instantly widened her stance, preparing herself. She certainly saw him as a threat- beautiful as he may be, she couldn't take any chances. She drew her sword, and he took a stance in response.

She swung first, and he blocked right away. He was fast and skilled, but that didn't surprise her. Diana lunged forward and swung once more, he blocked again and parried, this time Diana blocked his attack. She pushed against his sword and was surprised that he barley budged against her. She felt her feet sink into the sand of the beach and she backed away, readying for the next move.

Geralt spun his body and swung at her, impressed by her skillful defense, but this time- he nicked her. A little trickle of blood came from her upper arm, and he watched her grit her teeth and growl as if he had activated something within her.

Diana swung again in a series of combination moves and finally, she struck flesh. His thigh upper had been slashed, ripping the fabric of his pants and he tilted his head to the side and gave her a look as if to warn her not to test him.

It was too late for that, Diana was not going to be bested by this man. Truth be told, it was exhilarating for her to fight someone who matched her sword skills, who also wasn't afraid of hurting her. Antiope always pushed her, but she'd never go as far as to hurt Diana or injure her.

The sound of clashing steel danced across the beach and several of the Amazon warriors began to watch the spectacle unfold. It was a sight to see, two skilled swordsmen battling upon the beautiful beaches of Themyscira. They never let up, and there was something raw and passionate about the battle that unfolded.

"Enough." Came Hippolyta's voice. "The queen has spoken."

Diana dropped her sword immediately, but Geralt kept his sword in his hand, and it was pointed at her throat. He glanced around him. During the battle he had not noticed the vast amount of warriors on the beach watching. They all began to draw their weapons, some swords, some bows. Slowly, he lowered his sword and looked at the woman before him. He had never come across a female that could match his strength, not since Renfri.

"Take him to the palace!" Hippolyta ordered sternly before turning and heading back to the palace.