More years passed as bad turned to worse. Within the confines of the Amazon
nation, all was bliss and joy. The sun always shined brightly and the happy
songs of little birds could be heard daily. Outside the Amazons' borders,
however, war and hatred continued to spread their influence, lightened only
by the peace within the Amazons and their followers. Yet to many that peace
was hated far more than any enemy. The nations of men despised the Amazons.
They believed that women were not competent enough to rule themselves. The
men of the outside world considered the Amazons a threat to their way of
life. So afraid and humiliated were they that they refused to hear the
message of peace that the Amazons spoke of. Instead, they sought to
humiliate the Amazons, to conquer them. Men wished for slaves, and Amazon
slaves were of the highest demand.
In Athens the hatred of the Amazons by men was at its highest. Being the
center of Man's World, Athens was the center of trade. Travelers from all
over Man's World ventured through Athens peddling their wares before moving
on to the next town. It was also home to many powerful men that viewed
themselves as blessed by the goddess Athena.
The sun had set hours ago on the city of Athens. Men traveled from one
drunken tavern to the next before stumbling home. Theseus, great king of
Athens and cousin and friend of Hercules, traveled the streets with his
aides. He watched as his people and the travelers to his city pushed their
ways through the crowded streets. This night he was in disguise. He wished
to know what his subjects were saying about his rule, and so he lowered
himself to their level and walked amongst them. Entering the most crowded
tavern, Theseus and his men found a table to one side of the room. From
here, they could watch the crowd and hear the conversations of others. The
table to their left had but a few men sitting around it, mostly travelers,
but there were one or two native Athenians. Theseus chose this table to
listen to. Casually, he leaned back in his chair.
"I'm telling you, those Amazons are a menace! Just last week they destroyed
an entire shipment of fresh slaves coming out of Asia Minor! All of the
slaves were lost, freed by those no good Amazons."
"Aye, Friend, I know what you mean. I deal in slaves, as well. Just last
month I had a run-in with those Amazons. My men had set up camp for the
night. While we dined, those Amazons wenches surrounded us. They released
all the slaves and set our camp on fire! My men and I could do naught but
fight for our lives. I don't know how any of us survived. Those Amazons are
like demons when they fight! Monsters! They lust for blood and take it in
any way they can find! Some of my best men were killed by them. I myself
was nearly killed. In the battle, I clashed swords with their greatest
warrior. I held my own for a while, but she was possessed by a demon-
monster! When I fell, I thought for sure she was going to kill me. Instead,
she stared down at me, sword to my throat, and told me to take this as a
warning. The next time they saw my men and I carrying slaves, they would
free the slaves and kill us all. No questions asked."
"No way! You fought Hippolyta? She's their greatest warrior, isn't she? I
hear she is mad fierce in battle! It's a blessing from the gods that you
"Aye, Friend, you should indeed count your blessings. A friend of mine went
up against one of those Amazons; she sliced him up one side and down the
other! I hear they are not even human, but monsters disguised in female
"Aye. What will you do about your slave run, Friend? With a threat like
that, they'll do it, you know."
"Aye, aye, I know. Ah! There is nothing I can do. I have turned in my trade
as a slaver. It is too dangerous. I don't mind dying in battle, mind you,
but I won't die at the hand of some woman. I hear not even Hercules dares
tangle with them! That is enough for me to change trades. I always wanted
to be a farmer...perhaps I shall do that instead."
All of the trader's companions nodded their heads in sad agreement.
"It is a shame that there is no one to silence these Amazons, to put them
in their place."
"Aye, aye!" cried one drunken fool, "To put them in their place beneath a
man!" Standing away from the table, the drunk acted out such a scene with a
Laughing, his companions turned back to their talk. "If not even Hercules
will fight these women, then what chance do any of us have of staying in
"Perhaps Theseus could do something. He has fought monsters before, perhaps
he can teach these women their place in the world." A round of "aye's"
followed this statement.
"Nay, I do not think he would be able to. If Hercules, the mightiest son of
Zeus, will not even touch them, then Theseus would certainly not stand a
chance. Hippolyta would make short work of him. That woman must be
possessed by something. No natural woman could ever fight like that."
Another round of "aye's" circled the table as the men sobered at the
thought of losing their trade.
Having heard enough and being outraged at the thought of his being defeated
by a woman, Theseus stood to leave. As he neared the door he turned back to
the tavern. Removing the hood of his cloak, he revealed to all who he was.
"Hear me, oh cowards! I know of your plight with the barbarians known as
the Amazon! I have heard your talk! You think that I, the great Theseus,
cannot defeat their mightiest warrior! You are all fools! You are nothing
more than cowards! They are women! What kind of opponent can a woman be?
Aye? Answer me that, Cowards! Theseus will prove to you that what you say
is naught but lies! A fortnight from now I will defeat Hippolyta in
battle!" With that, he turned and left the tavern. Giving orders for a
small, dark ship to be prepared, Theseus returned to his palace to plot his
attack on the Amazon.
Across the rolling hills of Europe, on a small island within the Black Sea,
the Amazons were unaware of Theseus' threat as they went about their day.
Life continued on as the goddesses intended. Farmers cared for their crops
as they prayed to Demeter for a healthy and bountiful harvest. Fisher-women
checked their nets and traps in hopes of bringing in a fair supply of food
from the sea. Sailors prepared their ships for sea or docking as Amazon
warriors sparred on the practice fields.
CLING! CLANG! SLASH! SWISH! CLANG! WOOSH!
The sound of swords clashing and feet shifting in the sand filled the
practice field. Long since had all occupants stopped their sparring to turn
their eyes to one pair. All eyes watched as the two mighty queens of the
CLANG! "Not bad, Sister, but you should keep your guard up on your left."
Hippolyta said as she sent her sword in the direction she had just warned
"Uh! Not bad, Hippolyta, and to think I accused you of growing soft!"
Antiope stated as she dodged Hippolyta's blows.
"Aye. I see you are eating your words now, Sister!" Using her sword to
block Antiope's, Hippolyta slipped her foot towards her sparring partner.
While, she maintained the block, she quickly kicked Antiope's feet out from
under her. Knocking Antiope's sword from her hand as she fell, Hippolyta
brought the tip of her own to Antiope's throat. "Do you yield, Dear One? Or
do you still think I am too soft for battle?"
"Aye, aye, Sister. I concede. You are victor this time." Hippolyta returned
her sword to its sheath as she offered her hand to her sister. "It is no
wonder you are our greatest warrior, Darling, you are truly blessed by
mighty Athena in the art of war!"
"Aye, Dear One, though I must admit, I would be far happier if these skills
were unneeded." Hippolyta sadly stated as she and Antiope made their way to
the path that would take them to the Amazon palace. As the two finished
their spar, the Amazons surrounding them returned to their previous
occupations. The Amazon queens glanced and smiled at each of their sisters
as they passed them.
"My Queens," welcomed a young Amazon upon their entrance into the main hall
of the palace. "General Aella awaits you in the throne chamber, my Queens.
She wishes to discuss new information that has come in from Patriarch's
World. Celaeno, Dioxippe, and Prothoe await you, as well, my Queens." She
bowed respectfully as she stepped to the side, allowing the Amazon Queens
to continue on to the throne chamber and their awaiting audience.
"My Queens," came a unanimous greeting as each Amazon bowed in recognition
of their queens.
"What have you to report, Aella? What news from Patriarch's World?"
Hippolyta asked as she nodded her head in acknowledgement of her subjects.
"Aye, Sister, tell us what evil scheme the world of man has come up with to
defeat the Amazons." Antiope said in mock annoyance as she followed
Hippolyta to a large table in the center of the chamber.
Hippolyta rolled her eyes at her sister's remark as Aella began, "My
Queens, word has come from the outside that the man known as Theseus,
cousin of Herakles and ruler of Athens, has gathered a small army and
boarded three ships. My informers tell me that they have accumulated many
weapons for their journey. It appears to be a small warring party, but,
forgive my, My Queens, I do not know what nation they take aim for. They
could be going to attack or they could merely be going to visit allies in
an attempt to have backing for a war. My informers were not sure, though I
continue to have them check."
"Do you know which way their ships are headed, Aella?" Hippolyta asked
looking at the map displayed on the table before her.
"Aye, my Queen, when last reported they were headed round the tip of
Greece," Aella said as she pointed out their route on the map. "They
followed the coastline for a time, then parted and crossed the Aegean Sea
making their way towards the tip of Asia Minor. From there," Aella waved
her hand above the map, "they can go anywhere."
Antiope contemplated what Aella had said as she looked at the map. She
traced her finger along the route Aella reported Theseus' ships to be
following. "They venture close to Amazon territory."
"Aye, what are your thoughts, Sister?"
Antiope eyed the map in concentration as she again traced Theseus' route.
As her finger crossed across the representation of the Aegean Sea, she
brought it parallel to the Asia Minor coastline, weaving an intricate route
through the small islands; Antiope slowly directed her finger around the
northwest corner of Asia Minor, stopping just before the entrance to the
Black Sea. From there, she placed her finger on land and traced an
intricate route to Themyscira, the capitol city of the Amazons. Leaving her
finger on Themyscira, Antiope looked to each of her sister Amazon before
leveling a stare at Hippolyta.
The Amazons looked on as Antiope tapped her finger over Themyscira's place
on the map. "By the goddesses," Celaeno replied. "You do not think...he has
such a small crew, though, that is what the reports said." Celaeno fumbled
through the reports in her hands.
"Aye," chimed in Dioxippe, "what would they hope to succeed at?"
"Three tiny ships against an entire Amazon nation?" Prothoe asked in
Hippolyta listened as each of her sisters spoke. Looking to Antiope, she
said, "You propose, then, Sister, that Theseus will attack Themyscira with
only three tiny ships full of men? Surely, you do not think he would
succeed in such. Our archers could easily set their ships ablaze at a safe
distance should they prove to come in the name of War."
"What other reason would one such as he have for venturing this way?"
Antiope asked exasperated. "Though our reports are not yet complete, I bet
you your new battle axe, Polly, that he will attack us. He is a coward! He
will probably attack at night when he thinks we shall least expect him!"
Rolling her eyes, Polly told her sister, "Your thoughts are indeed
reasonable, Antiope, I have no doubt of that. However, I will take your
bet, though I do not half doubt that I shall lose. My new battle axe for
your new cross bow. That was one of Laomache's finest, I know. I do not
think we should take this lightly, Sisters. Aella, speak with your
informers, see if you can find out anything else. I wish to know why
Theseus is in this part of the world, and I wish to know at once."
"Yes, Majesty." Aella said as she bowed.
"Celaeno, alert the archers to be on their full guard both around the
outskirts of the island, and the capitol city. Dioxippe, send word to all
the surrounding villages to be on their guard for anything, whether that be
attack or," Antiope waved her hand as she thought, "a man merely sneaking
about. All is to be considered a threat. Prothoe, alert the guards to be on
the ready both night and day." Antiope looked to her blood sister for
agreement. Seeing Hippolyta nod her head, Antiope turned back to the
Amazons before her, "Make it so." The four Amazons left as quickly as they
could to carry out their tasks.
Days passed with little news of Theseus being sent to the Amazon. They kept
their guard up in wait for an attack, though none came. Upon the last
report to the Amazons, Theseus had docked his ships within a small alcove
of the Aegean Sea. So the Amazon waited day and night, watching the waters
for any sign of Theseus and his men.
Night had fallen on Themyscira hours before. All of the Amazons had since
taken to their beds, leaving only the night guards and sentries to guard
their sleeping sisters. Guards patrolled the various levels of the palace,
checking each passageway to ensure the safety of the sleepers within. On
the outskirts of the island of Themyscira, Amazon guards and the sentries
given them by Hera kept a watchful eye on their paradise home.
Across the small stretch of water that separated the island of Themyscira
from the shores of Turkey, a lone man stood on the darkened beach.
Standing, one foot propped on a large piece of driftwood, elbow resting on
his extended thigh, fingers gently stroking his beard, he stared out across
the way at the darkened city of Themyscira. Behind him, moving slowly out
of the forest, a dark, hooded figure slowly approached.
"Herakles? Cousin!" The hooded figure exclaimed as he removed the hood of
his cloak. Straightening from his bent position, the man turned to look at
the new comer.
"Ah, Theseus! How are you, Cousin?"
"I am well. It is good to see you again, Herakles." The two men embraced
for a brief moment before continuing. "I am glad that you would meet me
here, Cousin, but what are you doing here, on the beach?"
Herakles eyed his cousin then turned slowly to face the island of
Themyscira. "I am plotting how you shall take Hippolyta, dear cousin. She
will not be easy to overcome, nor will it be easy to get past her guards."
Theseus' glassy gaze rested on the sand at his cousin's feet as he slowly
nodded. Herakles returned to his previous position, propping his foot again
on the driftwood. "We shall have to find a way to sneak past the guards
first...If you look, Cousin," Herakles said as he pointed across the way,
"the outer guards pass each section within a certain amount of time. For
the briefest of moments, no guard guards that section of the island...perhaps
for 20 seconds or so it is unguarded. If we can swim to that section
unseen, we should be able to set foot on the island. Then, we shall have to
take care of my stepmother's sentries, an easy enough task. From there we
should be able to make it to the capitol city, and to Hippolyta. If we can
attack her while she sleeps, we will have a better chance of capturing
"Aye, Cousin, but even if she is asleep, how shall we gain control of her
and return to Athens?"
"Leave that to me, Cousin, leave that to me." Herakles looked above him to
the cloudy sky, then back again to the darkened island before him. He
watched as the Amazon guards passed the adjacent beach, looking carefully
over the water, as they continued their rounds. Grabbing his cousin by the
front of his shirt, he pulled him silently into the still waters. Taking a
breath, he submerged them, and they swam the length to Themyscira.
Swimming into reeds adorning the water, Herakles raised his eyes out of the
water. He watched as the guards passed by again, the many-eyed sentries of
Hera not far behind. Pulling his cousin behind him, Herakles set foot on
Themyscira. The two scoundrels made their way into the woods, hiding in the
shadows and brush as the Amazon guards passed by again. As the guards
paused to look out over the water, a small snake slithered into the brush.
Curling into an attack position, the snake let out a loud hiss at the sight
of the intruders. Quickly, Herakles reached out and killed the snake,
snapping its head from its body with a snap of his massive fingers. The
guards, spears at the ready, approached the brush. Herakles leaped from the
brush, grabbing the heads of the guards, he brought them together with a
sickening smack. The guards slumped to the ground, as their sentries made
ready to give a call of warning. Pulling small pebbles from his pocket and
loading them into a sling, Herakles quickly silenced the sentries before a
cry could be made. As Herakles ensured that the guards and sentries were
indeed unconscious, Theseus pulled himself from his hiding place. Looking
at the carnage around him, Theseus smiled approvingly to his cousin. With a
disgusted look, Herakles turned from his cousin and began his track towards
the palace of the Amazons. "Let's go."
A few minutes later, Herakles and Theseus found themselves on the outskirts
of the Themysciran palace. Theseus looked around nervously from the cover
of the brush, while his cousin looked hungrily at the home of the Amazon.
Pulling his sniveling cousin back into the shadows, Herakles watched as a
small group of Amazons stopped to talk at the top of the stairs on the
first level of the palace. He strained his ears in vain to hear what they
said, but he could not make out a word of their conversation. Moments
later, the Amazons continued on their way, leaving that section of the
palace unoccupied. Herakles took his chance; with blind speed, he pulled
his cousin with him as he bounded up the stairs stopping only in the
shadows on the uppermost level of the palace. Theseus, whirling from the
unexpected ordeal, nearly yelled at his cousin, but Herakles silenced him
with a glare. Glancing around, they slowly made their way towards the royal
chambers, being careful to stay within the shadows cast by the moon.
The fiends soon found their path blocked by approaching Amazon guards.
Fading further into the shadows, Herakles observed the guards as they
blocked the hallway leading to the royal chambers. Looking for a way around
the guards, Herakles and Theseus edged into a small alleyway. Once out of
site, they climbed onto the roof of the building and continued to make
their way towards the royal chambers, careful to avoid raising the
suspicion of the guards below. Once above the royal chambers, Herakles
crouched close to the roof as he looked over the edge. Ensuring that no
guards past near, Herakles leaned over the edge and gazed into the open
window of the Amazon Queens' private chambers.
Within the Queens' private chamber, the beautiful queens of the Amazon
slept soundly, unaware of spying eyes. Lost in peaceful slumber,
Hippolyta's lips curved into a smile as she slept. Beside her, her beloved
sister, Antiope, did not fare as well. Within her mind, her dreams were
plagued, her slumber troubled. She tossed in her sleep, her sheets wrapping
around her, entangling her. She fought through her dream, her sheets
confining her. Within her dream she screamed, it muffled in her throat.
Tossing, she awoke.
Panting, Antiope glanced around the room. Looking to her side, she noticed
her sister still sleeping, a smile still painting her face. Sighing,
Antiope thought to herself, 'By the gods, Hippolyta, you could sleep
through anything.' Freeing herself from the sheets that entrapped her,
Antiope rose from the bed. 'Morpheus is not welcoming this night.' She
looked around the chamber again, her back to the window. 'Since sleeping is
no longer an option, there is no reason to disturb Polly. I suppose I could
check on the guards. It will do well...if only for their morale.' Claiming
her tunic from its place on the floor, Antiope dressed and left the
Outside the window, Herakles smiled. Pulling himself back atop the roof, he
pulled a small pouch from his belt. Grinning to himself as his idiot cousin
looked on, Herakles removed two lighting stones. Striking the stones, he
lit the contents of the bag. Leaning back over the edge of the roof,
Herakles tossed the bag into the chamber of the sleeping Hippolyta.
Within her chamber, Hippolyta shivered and drew her sheets closer to her.
She stretched out her arm in search of her sister, only to find her
sister's place in bed empty and growing cold. Raising her head, Hippolyta
looked at where her sister should have been then searched the room with her
eyes. Puzzled, Hippolyta sat up in bed. As she looked around the room, she
noticed her sister's tunic missing. 'It would appear that my dear sister's
sleep was troubled again. Dearest Antiope.' As Hippolyta readied to return
to her slumber, secure in the thought that her sister wandered the palace
instead of sleeping, a strange scent reached her nose. Sniffing the air,
Hippolyta searched the room for the strange smell. Rising from bed, she
dressed quickly as she continued to search for the source of the smell.
Claiming her sword, she opened the door of her chamber and called for the
guards. She left the door cracked as she continued to search her chamber
for the smell.
The smell within the chamber grew stronger as the fire Herakles set in the
pouch burned the herbs. Above the chamber of the Amazon Queens, Herakles
cursed himself for not landing the bag closer to Hippolyta. Growling in
anger, Herakles swung down from his perch atop the roof and into the Amazon
Queens' chamber. Hippolyta, startled by his unexpected appearance, jumped
and backed away, sword raised. Snarling, Herakles grabbed the pouch from
the floor and tossed it towards Hippolyta. Swinging her sword in defense,
Hippolyta sliced open the pouch, releasing the ash, smoke, and burning
herbs in her face. Coughing, Hippolyta waved her hand in front of her in an
attempt to free herself from the smell and dust of the herbs. As she
reacted to the scent of the herbs, Herakles leapt across the bed. Raising
her sword, Hippolyta attempted to defend herself only to be assaulted again
with coughs. Knocking her sword from her hand, Herakles grabbed Hippolyta
meeting her wide eyes with his victorious stare. Hippolyta fought for air
as her lungs rebelled against her. Their gazes never faltered as Hippolyta
lost her fight for air, her eyes slowly rolling back into her head as she
As Hippolyta's body became limp, Herakles tossed her onto his shoulder and
turned towards the window of her chamber. His prize gained, he stepped
forward to make his retreat. As he reached the window, Antiope followed by
several Amazon guards rushed into the room. Seeing her sister dangle over
Herakles' shoulder, Antiope screamed a battle cry and charged Herakles.
Grabbing the base of Hippolyta's bed, Herakles tossed the bed at Antiope,
thwarting her attack. Herakles climbed swiftly through the window, the
cries of the Amazon following him. Once upon the roof, Herakles grabbed his
sniveling cousin and ran back towards the alleyway they had previously
occupied. As they approached the alleyway, Herakles began to run faster,
dragging his cousin behind him. Leaping, the group landed on the next
rooftop. They continued racing across the rooftops, leaping to each one
when necessary. Traveling quickly, they soon reached the end of the palace
roofs, a dangerous drop to the ground below blocking their escape. Looking
down at the trees below him, Herakles considered his options. Turning his
back to his freedom, he turned and faced the Amazon guards that had
followed his cousin and him.
"Release my sister, Herakles, and you shall be shown mercy!" Antiope
demanded as she and her sister Amazons stopped several paces from
Herakles's group. Snarling, Herakles stepped forward, as if to surrender,
then turned swiftly and leapt from the roof top, Theseus screaming as he
was pulled behind. "NNNOOO!!!!" Antiope rushed to the edge and looked over
only to see Hippolyta's hair flow with the wind on her way towards the
ground, still held tightly to Herakles's shoulder. She watched, stunned, as
Herakles and his cousin landed deftly on the ground below. Anger masking
her face, Antiope growled orders to the guards with her as they rushed to
follow their enemies and kidnapped sister.
Once landed on the ground below, Herakles glanced up at Antiope, smiling
victoriously. "Let's go." Herakles said to his cousin as he began racing
for the beach. HE rushed passes the Amazon patrols they had avoided on the
way inland as they watched stunned. Their shock soon wore off, however, and
they joined in the chase to thwart his escape. In the distance, the beach
became closer and closer, Herakles could feel his victory more fully.
Smiling more broadly, Herakles reached the break in the woods that ushered
them onto the sandy beach. As he set foot on the beach, the Watchers of
Hera let loose their shrieking voices as their Amazon partners attacked.
Fighting madly, Herakles and Theseus managed to gain enough footing to put
the sea to their backs and their opponents closer to the woods.
"You boys look like you could use a little help!" Herakles glanced to the
side as he felled his opponent. The men he had ordered to await him had
arrived on the beach and now fought the small Amazon troop. Looking back
towards his escape route, Herakles saw Antiope and her warriors quickly
approaching the beach.
"Leave them! We have what we came for! Return to the ships!" Herakles,
Hippolyta still slung over his shoulder, stalked to the awaiting long boat
and boarded it, dropping Hippolyta onto its bottom. His men, following his
orders, boarded the boat as well, the last few pushing them out to sea as
Antiope's troops reached the beach.
"Blast!" Antiope yelled as she ran into the dark water. Stopping where the
water reached her knees, Antiope considered her next move. Her beloved
sister was now in the hands of barbarians and she had to rescue her.
"Prepare our fastest ships for sail! We leave at once! Those barbarians
will learn of an Amazon's fury!" Antiope returned to the beach, her sisters
rushing to fulfill her orders. Her fists clenched, she said to herself, "I
swear to you, Hippolyta, I will rescue you. I swear it, Sister!"
As the first rays of dawn peaked over the horizon, Herakles and Theseus
found themselves safe on one of Theseus' ships, heading back towards
Athens. "Well done, Cousin! I knew you would be able to help me capture the
Amazon queen!" Theseus said as he clasped his half-god cousin on the back.
Herakles shrugged Theseus' hand from his shoulder. "I do not recall doing
much 'helping,' cousin. As I recall, I was the only one doing anything." He
snarled silently, his back to his cousin so he would not see the disgust on
"Helping, doing. What is the difference? The point is, Hippolyta is mine!"
Herakles looked over at the still unconscious form of the Amazon Queen, now
lying on the only bed that occupied the cabin they were in. Standing, he
crossed the cabin to her side with but a few of his large strides. "Leave
me now, Theseus. The Amazon begins to awaken, and I will take her body as
she does. She will know the lust of a true man, and worship me ever after."
Herakles smiled smugly down at Hippolyta.
"What?" Theseus looked up from the glass of wine he had poured himself.
"I said, leave!" Herakles bellowed at his cousin. "I will have the Amazon--
with out you watching!"
Anger quickly turning his face red, Theseus approached his cousin. "How
dare you! The Amazon is mine! I will be the only man to have her! What
gives you such airs? I hired you to help me steal the Amazon! Did you think
that meant I would simply give her to you? Nay! Nay, I say!" More calmly he
said, "Nay, you have merely miss understood my intentions. You may have any
woman you wish, Cousin, for your aide to me, but you will not have
Hippolyta. No, dear Cousin, the Amazon is mine by right. I am king here,
after all. And I did take her, with little help from you as I recall!"
Herakles turned to face his cousin. "What?" He growled. "I am the one who
stole Hippolyta! Not you, you sniveling coward! Do you honestly think I
stole her so that YOU may have her! No! She is mine, she will be mine!"
Herakles raised his hand to strike his cousin.
"Guards! Guards!" Theseus yelled as he reached to block his cousin's blow.
The guards rushed in, swords raised. "Guards! My cousin has outstayed his
welcome! Escort him from my ship immediately! Really! To say that HE
kidnapped the Amazon Queen! He was not even there!"
The guards closed around Herakles, swords drawn menacingly. "Mark my words,
Theseus, cousin! Mark my wards! I will have Hippolyta, and you, dear
cousin, shall pay for your treachery." With that, Herakles stormed from the
Smiling to himself in sheer delight, Theseus ordered his guards, "Chain the
Amazon so that she does not escape. Make sure they are tight. I will not
have her escaping. Keep her drugged as well." Theseus rubbed his hands in
delight as he watched his guards carry out his orders. Once they had
finished and he stood alone in the little cabin save for Hippolyta, he
undressed. Cutting Hippolyta's clothes from her body, he joined her in the
In the months it took for the Athenians to return to Athens, Hippolyta's
belly had swollen with obvious pregnancy. Rarely was her body conscious
enough to register the child within her. Rarely was her body conscious
enough to attempt escape. Every day, when Theseus left her side in the bed,
a new bag of herbs was lit and placed closed to her; and every night when
he returned the bag was removed and the tightness of her chains ensured.
Though her body was a slave to Theseus, her soul was not. Using a form of
meditation, Hippolyta removed her soul from her body each night as Theseus
came to her. She did this for the first few nights of her imprisonment,
letting her soul travel to a separate plane as she waited for him to
finish. Then one night, as her soul prepared to leave her body, she noticed
the small spark that was the soul of the life with in her. Crying she
wrapped the small soul within her soul-arms, and together they left her
body for that separate plain. This she did every night since. The plane her
soul and the soul of her child ascended to was peaceful. There they felt no
pain, and Hippolyta was able to watch as her child's spirit grew with life,
there she allowed her soul to flow through that of her child's, showing it
the way of the Amazon, the way of peace and love. This, she hoped, would
save her child from the evil that was its father. Each morning, when her
soul returned to her body, she was able to see or hear news of her sister
Amazons. She was only able to catch glimpses before her body was over come
by the noxious fumes of the burning herbs, but she often heard or saw
enough to journey into unconsciousness secure in the knowledge that her
rescue would be soon.
As the months past, the Athenians bloodily fought their way back to Athens,
where they were able to hold the Amazons at bay only a few more months. The
Amazons, able warriors and relentless in their attacks on the Athenians,
cut off all routes to Athens, effectively trapping the Athenians within
their borders. Soon after, they were able to force their way into the city
of Athens, killing all those that attempted to stop them. The Amazons
fiercely fought their way to Theseus' palace.
Within the walls of Theseus' palace, midwives had been called. The child
within Hippolyta's belly chose the moment of the Amazons' siege on the
palace to enter the warring world of man. Theseus stood in the birthing
chamber, waiting on the birth of his child, his victory over the Amazons.
Hippolyta had been allowed to reach full consciousness so that she might
help with the birthing of her child. As the midwives sought to relieve
Hippolyta's body of the burden that was her child, Hippolyta fought to keep
the child within, praying to the goddesses that they might help her to
forestall the birth of her child. Unable to withstand the pains of
childbirth any longer, Hippolyta's body pushed the child from her womb.
"Sire! It is a boy, sire!" The head midwife cried as she caught the child
in her arms. Hippolyta slung her head back in defeat, tears streaming down
"Good. Let him be called Hippolytus in remembrance of his mother. Give the
child to the guard at the door. He will know what to do with him." Theseus
ordered the midwife.
Gathering her anger within herself, Hippolyta forced herself to stand.
"Give me my child!" She cried as she lunged for the nearest person. Gasping
in disbelief and fear, the midwives shied away from the attacking Amazon.
Theseus unsheathed his sword and faced Hippolyta.
"Stand down, woman. The child will not be harmed. He is merely being sent
away so that he might grow and then return to serve me when he is old
enough. Stand down, woman. I do not wish to harm you. I have plans for you
to bare me many more sons."
"Over my dead body, monster!" Hippolyta lunged at Theseus, dodging his
sword with the agility she had learned over the years. Disarming him,
Hippolyta claimed his sword as her own. As he backed away, Hippolyta
brought the sword down for a massive blow that sent Theseus to the floor
bleeding and unconscious. Spinning around, Hippolyta saw as her son was
given to a guard that then sprinted down a corridor. As she moved to follow
him, she found her path blocked by other armed guards. Engaging them in
battle, she sent many to the ground. As she defeated the last one, Antiope
burst into the chamber.
"Hippolyta! Thank the goddesses!" Antiope quickly surveyed the room. "Come,
Hippolyta, Theseus is defeated. Let us return home." She took her sister's
arm and turned to go.
Hippolyta pulled back. "No! Not yet!" Running past Antiope, Hippolyta ran
down the corridor she had seen the guard take her son. Her path soon became
a dead end and she came to a wall decorated with Athenian garbs. Behind
her, Antiope and her fellow Amazons had followed. As Hippolyta hesitated,
Antiope once again grabbed her arm.
"Polly, please! We must go, now! Herakles is bringing troops to aid his
cousin! We have defeated Theseus! Let us return home. Any more revenge you
seek can be gained at a later day! Let us go now!"
Reluctantly, Hippolyta followed her sister as they withdrew their armies
from Athens and returned to their home. During their journey home,
Hippolyta remained silent, saying nothing of her ordeal or her child. She
remained locked within her cabin, refusing to see anyone, even her beloved
sister, Antiope. When finally they had returned to Themyscira, Hippolyta
immediately put herself through numerous purification ceremonies, as
instructed by the Amazon High Priestess. Once complete, she told Antiope of
the birth of her son. Antiope urged her to forget the child, ensuring her
that the only way they may ever meet again would be on the battlefield, and
reminding her that men were not welcome among the Amazon. Openly, Hippolyta
agreed with her sister, but secretly she sent trusted spies to Athens in
search of her son. As the days passed, Hippolyta returned to old self
again, happily spending her days with her beloved sister, Antiope, and her
sister Amazons. She fulfilled her duties to her people and went about her
life as though the last year had never happened. One night, as Antiope laid
reading in her bed, Hippolyta knocked at the door.
"Enter." Antiope looked up from her book to see Hippolyta enter her chamber
with her battle axe in hand. Puzzled, she sat up as Hippolyta dropped the
axe onto the bed before her. Still puzzled, Antiope looked at Hippolyta
"Our deal. You won." Hippolyta said with a straight face. The sisters
stared at each other, one puzzled and one stone-faced, for a moment before
both erupted in laughter.
Two years later, on the southern coast of Greece, an angry little boy
stalked up a hill, cold threats of anger erupting from his young mouth.
Most children his age were still being cuddled by their mothers, their
grasp on their native tongue no where near advanced or foul. Most children,
however, had not the history this little boy had. His history, though
unknown to most, was always at the fore front of his mind, as it was this
moment, as he stalked angrily to the top of the hill, his back to the
village he was forced to call home. In the back of his mind, he recalled
comfort and love, warm arms holding him as a sweet song was sung in his
ear. This was not a true memory for him, though, and so he pushed it away.
Never in his short life had he been held in a loving embrace or sung to as
he somehow remembered. Yet remembering this falsehood only made him
angrier. Rarely did he see his birth father, but always was he reminded of
how his Amazon mother had abandoned him at birth for her people. Both of
these angered him more.
In the distance, dark clouds began to fill the sky. As the little boy, but
two years old and so full of hate and anger, stood atop the hill, his blood
raging, thunder clapped deafeningly and lightening slashed down from the
sky striking a tree only a short distance away. The boy stared at the tree,
surprise evident on his face.
"Not bad, Little One, not bad at all." Startled, the boy turned to find the
owner of the voice. Thunder roared again as a streak of lighting struck the
ground a few feet in front of the young boy. As the dust settled, a dark
warrior in full armor stood before the boy. "I expected no less from my own
grandson. I knew my daughter would serve me well." The dark warrior's voice
was smooth yet dark as he spoke. The boy continued to stand before him,
transfixed. Within himself, the boy could feel all of his hate and anger
towards his parents build, his lust for revenge, and his desire to make all
who harmed him pay. Slowly, an evil, calculating smile crept across his
face. The dark warrior laughed and offered his hand to the boy. "Come, my
son, come with me and I will see to it that your revenge is had. The whole
of the world will feel your wrath, you who are to be my heir." The boy took
the warrior's hand as the sky grew darker. Lightening struck, leaving only
a charred place where once a boy and warrior stood.
Author's Note: For those of you still reading this story, please accept my
apology for the slow updates. My modem died just before the summer so I
have had difficulty getting online. I also apologize for my next bit of
news. Future updates of this story will be very slow. I work full time over
the summer with rarely a day off. I also have some other projects that I am
working on over the summer, the main one helping a friend fulfill a wish of
remembrance. For these reasons, I have very little time to write on the
horrid horrid fic (yes, it has gained two horrids). When I gain spare time
I will add to this story. Yes, I will finish this story. However, serious
and constant updates might not occur again until the fall. For those of you
who just can't live without this story (and I am sure that there are VERY
few of you), I will let you know that the next chapter will cover the piece
of Wonder Woman history that divides the Amazons into the Themyscirans and
Banas. Please bear with me and continue enjoying the stories that I post.
Thank you for your support and kind comments.