Diana rushed through the halls, ignoring everyone she ran into. They weren't important. There was only one thing on her mind at that moment, and she was going to get there before anything got worse.
As she ran, she thought about what she had been told by one of the Amazons. Donna, her eight-year-old sister, was terribly ill. She was so bad off that she couldn't even get out of bed unless assisted. Diana couldn't help but feel guilty at it—she was often away training, either with other Amazons or with Ares, the god of war.
It's my fault, she told herself as she skidded to a stop in front of two large twin doors. Behind them was where her sister lay ill. Diana suddenly felt sick to her stomach. How did Donna look now? It had been nearly a month since Diana had seen her sister for more than five minutes. How had she been so occupied with training that she didn't notice her sister's predicament?
As she stood in front of the doors, they suddenly swung open, revealing Hippolyta. Her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was streaked with tears. "I knew you'd be here soon," she said, moving aside to let Diana come in. "Hurry. There is not much time left."
Hearing her mother utter those words made Diana's heart sink. She refused to accept it. "I have all the time in the world," she snapped, letting her disbelief speak. "We are going to talk, and then when she gets better, I am going to teach her how to fight."
"Diana…" Hippolyta's eyes watered as she listened to her oldest daughter speak. She understood why she would be in denial, but it hurt just the same. It was hard to accept, she didn't want to either, but they had no choice. Donna was getting weaker as the seconds ticked by. It was only a matter of time before…
Diana walked past her mother, making her way to the bed that held Donna. She's gonna be okay, she assured herself. She's… The sight of her sister's current state made everything in her mind come to a complete stop. Quite the opposite, Donna was not alright. She was terribly pale, and her breaths came out in choked gasps, her body struggling to perform the simple act of inhaling and exhaling. Her dark hair, known for flowing like Diana's, was now matted to her head and the pillow.
Donna heard her sister and turned her head, casting Diana a feeble smile. "Di," she wheezed. "It's you. You finally came back."
"I never left," Diana said, rushing over to Donna's side and grabbing her hand. "You're going to be fine, alright? I need you to get better. As soon as you do, I'm gonna teach you how to spar and defend yourself in a fight."
It was something Donna had bugged Diana about since she could talk and walk. She knew her big sister was a great fighter and wanted to be the same, but Diana always pushed her away, saying she was too young or that they didn't have enough time at the moment. Now Diana regretted even thinking that way.
Tears welled in Donna's eyes as she whispered, "That would be great, Di, but I can't. I just can't. I'm not going to be here long enough to learn anything, and you know that. Stop making promises you know you can't keep."
"No! You are going to get better! I will make sure of it!"
Donna mustered up the little strength she had left to take Diana's other hand into hers, smiling again. "Di, stop. Stop lying to yourself. It's only a matter of time before I go, and you know that." Her eyes lilted shut, with no strength to keep them open, "I'm so weak, it takes a lot of the energy I have left just to breathe, let alone move around much. But that doesn't matter. What does matter is that you're finally here."
The tears that were in Diana's eyes finally fell as she slowly accepted the truth. "No, you can't go, you just can't! I won't let you!"
"You don't have a choice, Di. I'm sorry, but this is it. This is the last time I'll see you." Donna's voice cracked. "Please, don't ever forget me. I won't forget you, Mother, anybody. I'll miss all of you."
"We'll miss you, too." Diana pulled Diana into a hug, feeling her younger sister's tears fall onto her tunic. She let herself cry too, knowing that her life was going to be different without her little sister there.
Hippolyta watched her daughters from the doors. All their lives, the two were very close. Even though Diana was thirteen, five years older than Donna, she never stopped loving her younger sister. Ever since they were younger, she would protect Donna from bullies. Donna, even though she was magically created, was often called "Clay" because of Diana's origin. She was a mirror image of her sister, and therefore mocked just as much. Diana didn't allow it, though, and often got into fights with those who tried to tease Donna. It broke Hippolyta's heart to think what was going to become of Diana after this.
"I want to give you something," Donna said, reaching around the back of her neck. She took a moment before moving her hands to the front again, showing Diana a golden necklace with a "D" on it. "It'll help you remember me and remind you that we will never be apart. No matter where I am, we will always be together."
With trembling hands, Diana took the necklace from her sister, slowly slipping it around her own neck. "Donna, thank you," she whispered, feeling tears stream down her face again.
"No, thank you," Donna said, laying back down onto the bed and closing her eyes. "Thank you for loving me. You're the best sister anyone could ever ask for. I hope…I'll see…you again…someday…Di…don't…forget…me…" Her chest stopped moving, and she lay still.
Diana's eyes widened. "Donna?" She shook the limp body, frantically calling her sister's name. "Donna! Wake up! Please, wake up! Donna!"
It took her a minute to realize that her sister was gone. The tears slid down her face faster and harder as her shoulders shook. She wouldn't break down; it wasn't what Donna would have wanted. To Donna, Diana was a goddess of perfection. Never had she seen her so emotional, and she wasn't going to show it now.
A hand suddenly touched Diana's shoulder. "It's alright, Diana," Hippolyta said, kneeling down to her. "It's alright to cry. Go ahead, I'm right here. Your mother's right here."
With those words, Diana couldn't hold back anymore and buried her face into Hippolyta's shoulder, sobbing. Hippolyta wrapped her arms around Diana's smaller frame, her own tears merging with her daughter's. Donna was gone forever, and there was nothing they could do about it. Never had either of them felt so much grief.