![]() #10 November 2001 |
![]() Interview with an Amazon by Kevin Maxwell |
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"Princess Diana . . . " Ororo said, turning her face towards the floating Amazon. "Are you sure it is wise to allow Callista to publish that information about you?"
Wonder Woman smiled. "Yes . . . I do. I wish you'd stop worrying so much! I didn't give away too much information!"
Shifting slightly, the weather goddess glanced towards the ground. She respected Diana for her compassion and wisdom, as well as her legendary strength, but she couldn't help feeling that the Princess was a little naïve. Ororo herself had been somewhat isolated from the modern world, but her tribe was not always at peace with the others Ororo nurtured, and they often went into battle. When she was a little girl, she had been trained in her tribe's basic self-defense maneuvers. The main rule her teachers taught her was to never let your opponent know too much about you. Perhaps Diana had been cut off from true combat for far too long?
"Would you like to see for yourself?" Diana asked. She produced a magazine from the shining girdle around her waist, and handed it to Ororo as the two circled towards the ground. As the milky whiteness Ororo's eyes adopted when she used her powers melted away into blue and black, she began to read.
For years, the words 'superhero' or 'mystery man' have brought to the minds of the world images of muscular men in tights and garish costumes, their faces hidden by masks. Men running around the world in minutes, bending steel with their bare hands, or stalking the darkened streets of the underbellies of vast cities, looking for wrongs to right. They're policemen, with powers far and beyond ordinary people.
But now we have an exception to this rule. Someone who seeks to encourage peace and equality, a woman who can throw it down with any spandex-clad superman, but yet who has the soft, gentle touch of a loving mother. This woman, daughter of the phenomenal Queen Hippolyta who fought alongside the JSA in World War Two, is Diana of Paradise Island, known to the modern world as Wonder Woman, champion of the Amazons, princess of peace, and ambassador to 'Patriarch's World'.
This stunning Amazon beauty was kind enough to grant The Inside Scoop an interview. As I sat down in the spacious living room of Callista Domaine, cappuccino cups arranged on an antique coffee table, I waited, holding my breath for the princess to walk in. Right on time, she did, and I was nearly knocked off of my feet. Regal as a goddess, she strolled in, putting the beauty of Miss Domaine's expensive decorations to shame. The princess was clad in a star-spangled sarong, and a midriff revealing top that displayed the world famous eagle symbol. Her lustrous locks were piled high on her head, held away by her trademark tiara.
Wonder Woman greeted me politely. Here I was, a lowly reporter, being greeted as an equal by the most powerful and beautiful woman the world has ever seen! This just displays the modesty and love that are two of the Amazon's greatest qualities. Her musical voice, tinted with a small hint of Greek, conveys to me her answers, all with a brilliant smile upon her crimson lips.
THE INSIDE SCOOP: Tell us a little about the unique origins of your people.
WONDER WOMAN: Well . . . to paraphrase a joke I've heard . . . the first Amazons weren't born at a young age. My mother, Queen Hippolyta, and the other Amazons were born from the souls of women slain in the past, their bodies formed full grown from the clay of a Greek lake and given life by the fathomless powers of Aphrodite and Athena. They were created as perfect human specimens, wise, compassionate, and strong. The goddesses granted them immortality so that they could eternally spread their ideals, Athena's of wisdom and honor, and Aphrodite's of love and compassion. The Amazons set about spreading the goddesses' ideals, but they discovered that it was very difficult, and occasionally turned away from the doctrine of Gaea and used violence to make Man understand their ways. The Greeks feared us because of those few incidents, and spawned exaggerated stories of Amazonian brutality. We did indeed fight Heracles, and Achilles at Troy, but the stories were only from the Greek perspective.
After a few centuries, Menalippe, the Amazon Oracle, predicted the fall of Greece. Aphrodite gathered together the Amazons, and sent us to rule over the other creatures of Greek Myth on an island protected by ancient magic, Paradise Island. There, she stripped us of our immortality, and we were forced to develop a 'fountain of youth' which we drink from every century to regain our eternal life and beauty.
TIS: Where do you come in? And how do the Amazons have more children if there are no men?
WW: Well, I was the daughter of Hippolyta, the Amazon Queen, and Agamemnon, a famous Greek King. Agamemnon returned to his old wife, Clytemnestra. My mother decided that it was his loss. I was born near the start of the Trojan War, and blessed by Aphrodite to be the mightiest of Amazons. Unfortunately, I too eventually turned away from the doctrine of Gaea, but centuries on Paradise Island have taught me that love and peace are the best ways to end a conflict.
TIS: How do you and the other Amazons gain your amazing powers?
WW: Our powers are from unique training techniques taught to us by Artemis and Athena, training our bodies extensively, but most of all our minds and our spirits. We Amazons were already stronger than other humans because of our centuries of martial arts training, but nowhere near as mighty as we are now. The Amazon Training requires whoever is using it to be incredibly disciplined, and gain complete control of her mind, and by extension, her body, allowing her to perform superhuman feats of speed, agility, and strength.
TIS: Speaking of strength, we've seen you do amazing things in Man's World. Exactly how strong are you?
WW: It's actually hard to find an upper limit against which to test myself.
TIS: We have eyewitness reports of you and Iron Man turning jets from their courses. How difficult was that?
WW: Incredibly so. I could easily lift such a jet above my head, but to stop it from crashing at high speeds is very hard. If Iron Man or I had pushed too hard, the jets could have come apart in our hands, killing the passengers and showering the other planes with debris.
TIS: So exactly why were you chosen above your Amazon sisters?
WW: We held a contest of strength and grace, and I bested them. My mother, Queen Hippolyta, refused to fire upon me when we had the final event, bullets and bracelets, and I won by default.
TIS: I see. Tell me a little bit about your costume.
WW: It's a modification of an Amazon dress. The colors represent both the Amazons and America. The colors and stars have for centuries been used as the Amazons' symbols. They were then used by British and American rulers, inspired by my sisters who had journeyed into Man's World, seeking to spread the goddess's ideals in disguise. Betsy Ross, the woman who designed the American Flag, was truly an Amazon named Myrrha.
TIS: Were other famous women in history Amazons? Like Joan of Arc? What about 'Molly Pitcher'?
WW: No. The women you mentioned are both outstanding examples that prove to the women of today that you do not need to be an Amazon to be strong, or to make a difference.
TIS: Is that your goal? To promote feminism? Your mother made a lot of speeches about the empowerment of women during WWII.
WW: One of my goals here is to promote equality between all humanity. I won't be making speeches about feminism, because, from what I've seen in the modern world, women are more independent and strong now than they were fifty or sixty years ago.
TIS: Tell a little more about your colleagues in the Avengers League.
WW: My colleagues are all amazing people. It is a great honor to work alongside them. Each brings unique skills, powers, and personality traits to the League, making us the mightiest gathering of heroes since the Argonauts.
TIS: Anyone in particular that you've taken an interest in, or that's taken an interest in you?
WW: I'm interested in all of my colleagues. They have very unique and fascinating life stories-
TIS: Romantically, I meant.
(A light red tinges those unblemished olive cheeks, reminding us that, for all her millennia of experience, Wonder Woman has never dealt with true love)
WW: Not in particular . . . all of my colleagues are admirable, but . . .
TIS: If you say so. On to the final question . . . what is your goal here in Man's World?
WW: My goal . . . my goal is to be a teacher, not a super-heroine. I wish to teach the people of the world to solve conflicts peacefully, to use words and not weapons. I want to show that everyone is equal, and to teach mankind to love and respect one another simply because they exist.
TIS: That's an amazing goal . . . for an Amazing Amazon. Thank you for your time, Princess Diana.
It was raining, she realized. Deafening peals of thunder rolled across the sky, shaking her to the very bone. Jagged lightning sparked uselessly off of the shadow's metallic hide as the massive hand descended towards her. She opened her mouth to scream, to shout for help, but her voice caught in her throat, choking her as the bitter rain filled her mouth. Suddenly, the tempest, the robot, and the two feminine shapes swooping through the air were swallowed in scarlet light.
The town, a few miles away from downtown Atlanta, was one of those quaint, old-fashioned little villages, with cobblestone roads, craft stores, ice cream shops, and a river walk. Donna loved it there, and now she appreciated it more than ever as its calming atmosphere erased the sense of trepidation and fear that her dream had instilled within her. But it couldn't erase the feeling of anticipation; the tingling of nervous energy that she always associated with Christmas Eve or the day before her birthday. She knew something would happen, and it would happen soon.
Diana laughed, a tinkling sound like a crystal bell. "Thank you. I can see why you're worrying, but the world has a right to know about me! They wouldn't trust me otherwise. I don't think anyone would try and use it against me."
The thick black cloth of Ororo's cape billowed as a strong wind lifted the two into the sky, and propelled them across the vast blue expanse towards their home.
The expensive wine teased her taste buds, flowing past lips as red as the sea of blood spilled by her soldiers and washing over teeth as white as the bleached bones of the countless victims of her hatred. She sat in a tall throne, made of solid gold. She was clad in a uniform brown skirt and suit top, one long leg crossed over the other. Her blonde hair was pulled tightly back from her harsh face into a neat bun. Over her head hung a brilliant scarlet banner, a swastika patterned in skulls printed across it. The walls and floors of the massive room were decorated with the heads and bodies of exotic slain beasts, and a small tree grew in an ornate pot next to her throne, gleaming golden apples hanging from its branches.
"Wench!" she cried out, a husky German accent tinting her sharp voice. "Come!"
A small Asian girl, wrists linked by a length of strong, glittering chain, walked into the room, her almond eyes blank. She was clad in an outfit like that of a harem girl. The drafty air raised goose bumps across her bare midriff.
"Yes mistress?" her voice was dull, lacking any emotion.
"More wine. Now." The golden goblet, empty of its contents, sailed in a high arc. The slave raised her hands mechanically to catch it, before duly strolling out of the throne room.
A low, deadly chuckle rose from the throat of Baroness Paula Von Gunther. Life was good. For her at least. A long finger pressed a nearly invisible button on the arm of her throne, and, from the lofty ceiling of her throne room descended a massive monitor. A spray of static echoed from speakers hidden within the various stuffed beasts and mounted heads that decorated the area, before outlines of large men appeared on the screen. They were stocky, robotic designs.
Project: Leviathan was printed in block letters across the top of the screen.
<"Impressive,"> Paula murmured beneath her breath. <"I cannot wait to test these . . . ">