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Justice league: Overlords - Interlude 3 (read desc)
Yep, still doing interludes. World building is fun. Well, at this point it's more 'World-restructuring' as a lot of these interludes were originally on Mocpages. They were crap though, literally just dialogue. On the bright side, I did a lot of them, so I can re-use them. So in this one, we get to see Wonder womans origin. Really went out there on this one, so please let me know what you think. Also, this one will have repercussions in the main series.
The true origin of Diana Prince.
A boat weaves its way through the jagged rocks that pave the way to Aganos island. Virtually abandoned, the island is more commonly referred to as 'The forbidden isle'. It has a strange aura. Like Tartarus, the realm of the dead. But there is one being that lives there. Lives. More like condemned. Condemned to live out her seemingly immortal life on Aganos island.
A cloaked figure steps out to the beach, smirking at the boat. "By the Gods, she actually survived". The boats occupant, a woman, dressed in armour, brings the boat into the shoreline, letting it wash up on the beach. Hippolyta, Immortal Queen of the Amazons steps out. She holds in her hand a large sack, dripping with a plethora of coloured liquids.
She tosses the sack, so that it lands inches from the cloaked figures feet. "I've completed your challenges Witch. Now, I demand you keep your end of the bargain". The cloaked figure removes her hood to reveal...Circe, the sorceress. "You've done well, your highness" She says, mockingly. "As you command, we shall begin the ritual immediately. Provided of course, you have procured the necessary items."
The Witch is playing with her. Hippolyta is about to speak, but bites her tongue. She needs the witch to complete her ritual. Instead of speaking, she merely follows.
The sorceress empties the sack into her cauldron, stirring it with a stick as she does so. She's old. In her youth, she would be able to simply transmute the items with her bare hands. But her time in exile has left her weak. She must take to the long path for this ritual. She takes from her cloak one more ingredient: A straw doll, brown in colour, as if it's rotting from the inside out.
Hippolyta shuffles, uneasy about what is about to happen. What she is doing now goes against the will of the Gods. But the will of the Gods means little to her. She asked them for a child, begged them even. She made sacrifices. Yet they refused to yield. Her reflections are interrupted by the witch.
"Now, in order for this ritual to be a success, there is one final ingredient. A blood sacrifice must be made."
Hippolyta raises grips her blade in her hand. She will do anything for this. She is about to make the cut, when the witch speaks.
One more thing. In order for this to work, an equivalent exchange must be made."
"The equivalent exchange being?" Hippolyta asks, expecting the witch to ask for some sort of compensation for her efforts. She is shocked when the witch answers.
"Simply put, your highness, one life for another."
"Is...is there no alternative?"
"Oh, there is one" the sorceress says, admiring her nails. "Your immortality, or a portion of it, would do just fine"
Hippolyta is shocked, although she half expected this, she was unprepared to make tis decision. She should have taken someone with her. Should she sacrifice her immortality? Is a child really worth such a sacrifice? She decides.
"Then I gladly surrender my immortality to my child" She says, cutting her and with her sword. As the blood hits the liquid, a reaction takes place. The witch's eyes roll upwards, towards the skies. She reaches up with her hands, praying to the dark Gods. A bolt of lightening hits the cauldron with a mighty crack, splitting the cauldron in two.
The liquid spills onto the sand, lapping at Hippolytas feet. In one half of the cauldron lies a baby. She is beautiful. She is everything hippolyta has dreamt of. She picks her up, and stands to fa e the witch.
"Thank you Circe. You have my eternal gratitude"
"You can keep it. Now go, leave this wretched place. And be sure to put in a word with the Gods for me."
Hippolyta nods, and, child in arms, she boards her boat, rowing off, back into the mist.
As soon as she is out of sight, Circe drops her composure. That queen is insufferable. So virtuous and kind. But not for long. "She's mortal now" Circe croons, before letting out an ear splitting cackle. She can't guide that child forever, and once the queen is dead, Circe can take over. That child will be Circe's. Her invincible champion.
Justice league: Overlords - Interlude 3 (read desc)
Yep, still doing interludes. World building is fun. Well, at this point it's more 'World-restructuring' as a lot of these interludes were originally on Mocpages. They were crap though, literally just dialogue. On the bright side, I did a lot of them, so I can re-use them. So in this one, we get to see Wonder womans origin. Really went out there on this one, so please let me know what you think. Also, this one will have repercussions in the main series.
The true origin of Diana Prince.
A boat weaves its way through the jagged rocks that pave the way to Aganos island. Virtually abandoned, the island is more commonly referred to as 'The forbidden isle'. It has a strange aura. Like Tartarus, the realm of the dead. But there is one being that lives there. Lives. More like condemned. Condemned to live out her seemingly immortal life on Aganos island.
A cloaked figure steps out to the beach, smirking at the boat. "By the Gods, she actually survived". The boats occupant, a woman, dressed in armour, brings the boat into the shoreline, letting it wash up on the beach. Hippolyta, Immortal Queen of the Amazons steps out. She holds in her hand a large sack, dripping with a plethora of coloured liquids.
She tosses the sack, so that it lands inches from the cloaked figures feet. "I've completed your challenges Witch. Now, I demand you keep your end of the bargain". The cloaked figure removes her hood to reveal...Circe, the sorceress. "You've done well, your highness" She says, mockingly. "As you command, we shall begin the ritual immediately. Provided of course, you have procured the necessary items."
The Witch is playing with her. Hippolyta is about to speak, but bites her tongue. She needs the witch to complete her ritual. Instead of speaking, she merely follows.
The sorceress empties the sack into her cauldron, stirring it with a stick as she does so. She's old. In her youth, she would be able to simply transmute the items with her bare hands. But her time in exile has left her weak. She must take to the long path for this ritual. She takes from her cloak one more ingredient: A straw doll, brown in colour, as if it's rotting from the inside out.
Hippolyta shuffles, uneasy about what is about to happen. What she is doing now goes against the will of the Gods. But the will of the Gods means little to her. She asked them for a child, begged them even. She made sacrifices. Yet they refused to yield. Her reflections are interrupted by the witch.
"Now, in order for this ritual to be a success, there is one final ingredient. A blood sacrifice must be made."
Hippolyta raises grips her blade in her hand. She will do anything for this. She is about to make the cut, when the witch speaks.
One more thing. In order for this to work, an equivalent exchange must be made."
"The equivalent exchange being?" Hippolyta asks, expecting the witch to ask for some sort of compensation for her efforts. She is shocked when the witch answers.
"Simply put, your highness, one life for another."
"Is...is there no alternative?"
"Oh, there is one" the sorceress says, admiring her nails. "Your immortality, or a portion of it, would do just fine"
Hippolyta is shocked, although she half expected this, she was unprepared to make tis decision. She should have taken someone with her. Should she sacrifice her immortality? Is a child really worth such a sacrifice? She decides.
"Then I gladly surrender my immortality to my child" She says, cutting her and with her sword. As the blood hits the liquid, a reaction takes place. The witch's eyes roll upwards, towards the skies. She reaches up with her hands, praying to the dark Gods. A bolt of lightening hits the cauldron with a mighty crack, splitting the cauldron in two.
The liquid spills onto the sand, lapping at Hippolytas feet. In one half of the cauldron lies a baby. She is beautiful. She is everything hippolyta has dreamt of. She picks her up, and stands to fa e the witch.
"Thank you Circe. You have my eternal gratitude"
"You can keep it. Now go, leave this wretched place. And be sure to put in a word with the Gods for me."
Hippolyta nods, and, child in arms, she boards her boat, rowing off, back into the mist.
As soon as she is out of sight, Circe drops her composure. That queen is insufferable. So virtuous and kind. But not for long. "She's mortal now" Circe croons, before letting out an ear splitting cackle. She can't guide that child forever, and once the queen is dead, Circe can take over. That child will be Circe's. Her invincible champion.