Bronze Age princess Aurora flowing blonde hair and sparkling green eyes.

I gaze out at the breathtaking vista before me, my piercing green eyes drinking in the sight of the Black Sea, as I stand on the balcony of my villa in the city of Themiscyria, on this warm summer day, 1204 BCE.* The sun casts a golden glow over the waves, creating a dazzling display of light and color that seems to stretch on forever. The gentle breeze carries the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the sound of seagulls crying overhead, adding to the sense of serenity that pervades this moment.

I turn to my sister, Otrera, who stands beside me, a vision of loveliness in her flowing white gown, her long, dark hair blowing gently in the wind. Her eyes, a deep, rich brown, sparkle with amusement as she smiles at me, and I can sense the deep bond of sisterhood that ties us together. We are two strong, independent women, forged in the fire of our Amazonian heritage, and yet, we are also two souls connected by a deep and abiding love for one another.