Hippolyta stares up at the huge statue of Heracles. For centuries he has hated him but years on Paradise Island has taught her the lack of foresight of such anger. Hippolyta wonders what he has done to deserve this kind of punishment. Though his skin is made of stone, the harpies’ talons claw into him though she cannot be sympathetic for him right now, as she has to find her daughter.
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