Chapter 6
I open the door to see equally tall gorgeous women who look … well, like Amazons.
“Eee!” Doc lets out a squeal “Girls! You made it”
She approaches each of the 8 with a warm hug and ushers them all in.
Somehow my yoga pants and sweater makes me feel underdressed and inadequate to their beauty. Dammit, I knew I should’ve worn make up.
Suddenly, my apartment feel full with these Victoria Secret-looking women crowding around the kitchen and living room.
“Sweetie, allow me to introduce you to Adrodameia and her twin Andromeda, Asteria, Melanippe, Phoebe, Euryleia, Doris and Valasca.”
The heads of black, brunette, blonde and burgundy all nod my way after names have been acknowledged and forgotten by me. I am still curious as to why they are here.
“And lastly, girls, I would like you to meet Aella.”
I casually incline my head back and then scratch the back of my head.
“Uh, Doc? I don’t mean to be rude-”
“Pfft” interrupts the first one, Adroda-something, well Adroda for now. “Whenever someone says that, prepare to be offended.” Her doppelganger chuckles.
“As I was saying,” I retort with a scowl “What are these women doing here?”
“Well hun, there has been a major shift in Themiscyra right now and we really need your help.”
“Well right now I am booked out. Sorry. Not only do I have baby daddy issues, but I am still coming to terms with what it is that I am, raise twins and figure out how not to bend forks and spoons for the rest of my life. So if you could all see yourselves out while I grovel out my existence, I would gladly appreciate it.”
Then the Redheaded Amazon snickers and frowns at me
“Its about time you shut up with how back your world it right now. Bigger picture as it stands little Amazon is that we need your help. Our kind are close to finding Hippolyte’s girdle but we need the full force of the Amazons. Our Queen Hippolyte has sent us to round up our sisters.”
“One, why does this concern me? Up until a few days ago, I just found out that I am an Amazonian. What use would I be? And two, what has the belt got to do with anything? Its just a belt stolen by Hercules as his ninth labour.”
And lastly, why couldn’t by birth mother have told me herself? Clearly Im below a personal visit. But why should I care? Again, I blame the hormones.
“Just a belt?!?” Now Red was seething. “Foolish girl, it is more than just a belt! It is our greatest source of power. We have been weak against our 3 millennium long battle against the infernal Greeks. With that belt stolen over centuries so too did our divine strength. Being a gift from Ares, our powers have ebbed.”
“Funny, I am the most powerful I have ever been. I don’t know many women who can detach car doors or am I just an anomaly?”
“When we mature to Womanhood we are graced with our powers. As we age, our powers drain. When we reach 40, our powers are no more. 22 years with our power, the length of years that she lived. We call it the curse of Hippolyte. With the girdle restored to our queen so too does the longevity of our powers. It should be right that our queen, Hippolyte, should be the one to restore our honour and valour.”
More like mommy-dearest is panicking. The big 40 is approaching and she is worried. Her precious power would be sapped. Then she would be open to attack from someone younger and stronger. Guess these merry band of morons don’t see that.
“What I don’t get is your battle against the Greeks” I wonder aloud. “If we are fighting a battle of wits and knowledge, how does strength play into this equation?”
“Fighting in the corporate arena is a front. We meet in battle annually to defend our claim to our power and to attempt to uncover the whereabouts of the girdle.”
“And this concerns me how?” I’d be just as soon as rid of this Amazon nonsense. The next 22 years couldn’t come soon enough.
“Well, Pumpkin, you could join us in securing the belt or you will face the wrath of Greek scum murdering your children. We just got wind of them amassing a force to slaughter all living Amazon including our children. They have seen us as fringe dwellers in our ancient society for eons but they have decided to put an end to us once and for all. We need all our sisters, including the apathetic ones.”
Well, shit just got real. My protective instinct was to wrap my arms around myself and fight any unknown force that wants to harm my babies.
“Im in” I reply without hesitation. Then I think about it “But I don’t know what use a pregnant woman would be in the grand scheme of things.”
“Sweetie,” begins Doc, silently allaying my fears by placing a gentle hand on my arm “You know that Amazon women are the most fertile but we also double in strength during pregnancy. We never miscarry or produce stillborn children. Despite our “barbaric” nature we also care for female children. Never would we suggest anything to harm your child therefore us approaching you right now means that you will be more than safe. It is why, during your pregnancy, you have been super active and have performed rigorous exercises.”
With my fears set aside, I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. Calmly I exhale and respond.
“Well, when do we depart?”
“No time like the present” replies Red.
“Doc, you coming?”
“Soon. I have a few loose ends to tie up here and I will be with you on Themiscyra.”
“Alrighty. Ill pack a few things and Ill come with.”
“Sorry princess, but we’ve gotta go right now.”
“One minute” I tell her before I get off to my room. I text Callie and tell her that I will be out of town on a retreat with no phones and then switch off mine so that she cant contact me.
I return to the living room and the Amazons are all preparing to leave.
“So, are we going in a van?”
They all laugh and shake their head.
“Hardly” replied Red. “We will be flying to the island.”
“Uh, I just found out I was an Amazon. I haven’t gotten to Amazonian 101 lessons just yet.”
“Lucky for you it were going on a jet.”
“Oh” I reply, suddenly feeling stupid. Of course they would have a jet.
“You will be learning to fly soon enough” Doc quips in. Points to her for trying to gloss over it but they still leave chuckling to each other.
As we exit, they shoot off into the sky.
Doc stand beside me and hugs me.
“The Jet is waiting for you. All you have to do is imagine yourself up there.”
“Ok. Bye, Doc” I reply during our hug. Letting go of her, I breathe in and slowly exhale. I look up and propel myself towards the faint outline of a jet. Not as bad as I thought it was and for some reason I cant help but look below as I ascend. I love it. Not being afraid of heights, I look down as Doc shrinks near the darkened law in my apartment complex. I put it all behind me and look up towards the plane. I cradle my womb in my hands, just my babies and I against the world now. As I approach the hovering jet and climb on board through the back opening. As the door closed, I walked towards the other Amazons strapped onto the side.
This will be a new chapter in my life.
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Unedited as of yet. Its coming together slowly because I had been stuck on how to get the ball rolling with the complication part of the plot. I am still nutting it out but I am suddenly inspired :)
Ciao! Mallory
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