Untangling Aella

Chapter Four

"You’re an ... Amazon”

"What?!?”

I sat there shocked looking at Doc. Frozen for a while, I found my voice.

“Uh, I get that I am tall and I have long black hair like Wonder Woman. So I look like an Amazon right?”

“No Sweetie. You are an Amazon” she breathes a sigh of relief, like this has been weighing on her for a while. “From the skills you have displayed and from the fact that Chase seems to be sure that he could never be a father it all makes sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“Amazonian Women are believed to be the most fertile. Our father, well the only man who in any way shape or form we associate with as our maker, Ares god of war decreed it so. That we Warrior Women create the strongest blood lines from the strongest males in order to continue our warrior society.”

“I doubt that” I said, passively “Chase is the most gentle person I know.”

“You will be surprised”

“He can’t be very strong if he doesn’t believe that this baby is his and runs off into the arms of the first whore he meets,” I tell her, crying as I do so. Damn hormones. “Why couldn’t my birth mother tell me this herself?! Why did I have to find out while I was 2 months pregnant?!? Damn her!”

“Sweetie, we didn’t think that we would have to tell you. Well, your Mother that is. She thought that because your father was an...an...a man so to speak that you wouldn’t be an Amazon. That somehow his genes won over your mother’s therefore you would be mortal.”

“Of course you need a man to make a baby!!! You’re a doctor and you should know that! Who is my father? What is my father? Where is he?! ”

“Of all that I have told you, that is what you pick up on? Your father? There was always a high chance that you wouldn’t be an Amazon and that you were free to live your live as a mortal. The process on becoming an Amazon, however the gods determine, is very strict. Only until you are a Woman do your dormant powers awaken. Even then they don’t develop right away. That is the reason why I was here as your doctor; to watch over you. Think about your life. You have been raised with the awareness of Greek histories. You were cultured with the knowledge of the Greek pantheon. You know about the gods and the Amazons. You yourself are doing a minor in Greek History at college despite your passion for law. That is also why your mother, from a very young age, had you trained in karate, kung fu, kick boxing and the whole plethora of mixed martial arts - !”

“Doc, you’re babbling,” I interrupt her. She could’ve spoken for hours. “Please ... just answer the question. Who is my father?”

She sighed loudly, for the umpteenth time this day. She gathered her composer before responding.

“We are forbidden to talk about your father, let alone any other Men who have fathered Amazon children. In fact it is our Queen who has forbidden us to do so. We only ever acknowledge our Mothers until we reach Womanhood and need her no more. Never are we to live with men or...or... even keep our male children except for slaves on our homeland. As a tribe of woman known as “Men haters” we have little to do with men save for sexual reproduction.”

“But Doc, do you know who he is?”

“I do,” dispelling her pent up breath. “He was a warrior unlike any other.”

“Was he a Gargarean? The male equivalent to an Amazon?”

“No ... he wasn’t” she said despondently. I knew I had pushed my luck with her and that was all that I had gotten out of her.

“But, Doc, why does this all matter?” I concluded. “It isn’t as if we are fighting in an Ancient Greek province anywhere. This is hardly a day and age in which a woman warrior race can exist.”

“But we do,” she said with a soft smile, her light returning to her eyes as they twinkled. “We can always find Themiscyra, our home. We live there; we train there and; we learn to fight men in different ways.

“Think about it. The suffragette movements, the many waves of feminism, women working their way up the corporate ladder... our tribe has found ways to endure.  We don’t need to be barbarous and savage like history has portrayed us ... most of the time. When war is called we gather to fight. We are always prepared for war.”

“So essentially this is like the story of Wonder Woman”

“Sorta ...” she said mischievously. “Minus the Clark Kent and Americana skimpy outfits. You see, much of history is recycled. My name comes from the Roman goddess equivalent of Artemis ... Diana” she said and broke off in laughter. I joined her. An Amazon named Diana. “But your name comes from a powerful Amazon ... who died under tragic circumstances but still, your blood and ancestry is one of the most powerful among our kind.

“Yes we are sisters in war, the Amazon with the highest valour, bravery and fighting skills rules our kind. But those who have the strongest blood that of the line of Hippolyte, are always destined to rule our kind.”

We sat there quietly. I didn’t know how I would be able to raise 2 kids, let alone be responsible for the entire race of Amazons.

“Well, what about my Mom?”

“That, Sweetie, we will talk about next time,” she said, almost like a mother putting her foot down with her child about another bedtime story. She pat my knee and stood. “I think this is enough for one day. You don’t need to be overloaded with a lot of information right now.”

After the long revelation I had with the Doc, I completed my check up with a prescription for vitamins and explicit instructions to keep active. If only she had given me a “What to expect when you are an Amazon expecting” but I think they might have sold out at Borders on that one.

At least our talk distracted me from my real heartache. At least for a little while.

I got many answers but was left with more questions.

What do I do now?

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That's another one done :) and the next day too! I have a lot of marking to do so I might be a wee bit absent. I will try my best though to keep writing.

Until next time :)

x Mallory