Uprising

Love and War

Uprising:

Almost four thousand years ago, we were warriors, renowned for our Hatred of Man. We were feared by many and respected by all. Those who hated us soon fell into their rightful place. None could surpass us, we were in out own right, goddesses and all were aware. But time moved on, our sacred practices became fragile, broken, and soon evolved to overused and manic. The values we held became slurred to the point of evil. Over the course of four thousand years we went from feared and respected to simply Hated. There was a time when this was appreciated but now........Once we were Amazons, proud warriors to our gods..........

Now we have fallen, now..........

We are Feminists.

Chapter 1:

Four Thousand Years Later

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I am the 256th Artemis to be in the covenant, I would have been Hippolyta, but my big sister was handed the honor. We would be twins, my sister and I, if it weren't for our obvious age difference, and varying physical appearance. Whereas my eighteen year old sister has short red hair cropped up in the back with long bangs parted on either side of her face towards her hips, I (myself only twelve years old) have straight raven black hair, riddle with split ends due to lack of care. Her with her topaz blue eyes that shine with love and wisdom beyond her years, differ to my more manic, primal, wild azure blue eyes. I am not like Hippolyta at all, her level headed-ness contrast with my hot blooded nature. I've been told that I'm often very difficult to understand.......and yet they say we are twins. That we are alike. But I believe they only say that because we have the same face.

We live and work at Apocalypse Inc. a franchise of the much more popular, Ragnarök Co. An all female living and working place, tasked with the all consuming goal of oppressing Man-kind and destroying all they stand for. Creating a new Age of Womyn. I find nothing wrong with these goals. I don't see why we try and seek man's ultimate destruction. We have even gone so far as to knock men out of all positions of power to subservient, and even, slave positions Understand: as a rule, We would always take prisoners. “Wound to kill.” Sisters of olden days would remind all. But almost one hundred years ago, they said our peaceful ways towards men were outdated. Now, “Kill when it's obviously convenient, and especially if it's a men.

She didn't have problems with this at all, but this rule does not yet concern her. It would be today that she would finally become a warrior.

A warrior......

she thought hungrily, the anticipation in her eyes was always there, but today it shone brightly. She walked through the large empty halls of the Apocalypse HQ, the buildings black halls surrounding me in it's cold pessimistic glow. All womyn reported to the main hall on the first floor for a Warrior's coming of age. She had only awaken moments ago, still wearing bed clothes, which consisted of a simple Grecian chiton, colored dark grey. She walked to her sister's room, to get her hair done. If they really wanted to make her a warrior, “......they can wait until your are presentable!” she remembered my sister's remark. A small smile formed on her lips, “Hippo......” she mused calmly, “The morning has greeted me, awake from your slumber!” She stopped in front of her sister's door.

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds. She could sit and admire the handy work of the door, while she waited. Artemis sighed, her sister, all important general that she was, never knew when the sun was ready to greet her. “Hippo~ I swear to you, it's really morning this time! I didn't mean to trick you earlier!” She called, they would be late if she didn't start to fix her hair now. She began to pace around, urgently,