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[Warning: This story is unlike other stories of mine, it is
heavily influenced by fantasy role-playing games.]
Son of the Amazons 3: The Arch-Angel of the Arch-Mind
By Ron Dow75
The teenage boy with the red-hair with the blonde streak was
wearing a pair of baggy fatigue-green pants with suspenders, a
khaki tank top, and cross-trainers. He was alone in the master
bedroom. He felt what he imagined other military family members
must feel like after they've said good-bye to one going away.
Alex Anderson was really Alex Smith. That was the last thing his
pop had told him before he left to go... Alex didn't know where.
All he knew was that it was someplace dangerous; his pop -Abel
Smith(!)- had gone in his army combat gear. Stripped-down
commando-style. It didn't look like he knew when, or if, he would
see him again.
He remembered what he'd just found out a few hours ago: He was
the "Chosen Heir" of the Amazons because he was not reincarnated;
this was his first life. It was through him that the Amazons'
Separate World would be renewed, or not. That was why his father
had told him his true name. He was "Smith, the Forger".
"If anything happens to him, I'll be "The Destroyer"," Alex
swore.
+++
Alex kept his clothes, but changed his body.
Crash!
Out on the front lawn, Alex changed back into a teenage boy. He
turned around to look at the window he'd just crashed through. It
looked unbroken and unwashed. "Magic," he nodded, His pop had
told him Amazons were also witches.
Satisfied that it wasn't such a stupid idea to make his escape
that way, Alex looked around. It was around 8 in the morning. The
moon was gone, but there were still plenty of long shadows. But
as long as there weren't any mirrors around, there would be no
problem, right? He didn't know; but he thought that's how it
worked.
There were mirrors on every car! Did that mean he was trapped? He
couldn't go anywhere, now that he'd been poisoned?!
He glanced back at the house. Cher and Summers would come looking
for him, if that noise hadn't already got their attention. He
glanced around to a neighboring house. Leslie would come looking
for him.
Well, if car mirrors were a threat, he had to find out now, while
there was no one around to see what happened to him.
Alex "Anderson" Smith ran for, then down the sidewalk.
He headed for the nearest park. He'd been raised in the
wilderness; he was comfortable there. There, he didn't have to
deal with people.
+++
He'd almost made it to Phinney Park, when, "Alex! Alex Anderson!"
a girl called.
Girl, daylight, Amazon? He turned, and saw a girl with golden
short golden brown hair wearing a long loose dress. Pretty, but
average; fit, but not showing any real muscle or size. Not what
he thought of when he thought of "Amazon". But that was
yesterday, before her found out that he, too, was an Amazon. A
'Princess', no less. "I don't want to talk to anybody, right,
now."
"We won't talk, then," she said, casually tossing something flat
that landed on the ground in front of her. If it was some kind of
a booby trap, why was she letting it be closer to herself than
him?
It was just a photograph. A picture of a girl: A girl that must
look like him! "What happened!?!" yelled Alex, the golden-haired
girl who was now shorter than the other girl, but with larger
tits.
The girl suppressed the smirk and the 'Oh? You do want to talk,
now?'
"That was me who took the picture, last night, when you opened
the door," the girl smiled. "Teras de ho Philistin."
"But it's day time! There's no moon... No mirrors!"
"I see," she said, nodding. "You have been kept in the dark all
of your life about your heritage. Well, for my plan to work, you
need to know a few more things. You do know what makes the best
mirrors?"
Play ignorant, play for time. "No!" Alex said, keeping 'her'
darting eyes on her as much as he could. 'She' was in the early
morning shadow of a house!
"Silver," she smiled, not believing 'she' was that ignorant.
"If you say so." She had made sure 'she' was in the middle of
that shadow; she probably thought she could easily attack 'her'
in this girl-body before 'she' had a chance to get out of it.
"Digital cameras use printer ink. I could try mixing silver in
with it, but I used the old-fashioned kind of camera."
"Silver? In the photos. Okay," Alex said as 'her' mind
calculated, =All I need is something silver to turn her into
something else. That is, unless she's already changed. Then I
need to get her out into the sun.=
"Frag!" =I didn't bring the compact!=
"No silver?" she almost chuckled. "Well, you could use the
photograph. Though, there's not really enough silver in it give
me a good reflection; just the one who's reflection is frozen in
it."
"You said something about a plan?" =She's a girl; I have a better
chance with her this way. But I can't attack! I'm still not used
to this stupid body. Do girls ever get used to its distractions!?
Maybe that's another reason why you don't think of them fighting,
normally.=
"You do know about negatives? With negatives, and a darkroom, I
can make dozens and dozens of duplicates."
"Dozens..." Alex understood: "I have to look at them first!"
"'Look'?" A chuckle escaped from behind her suppressed smirk.
"You don't even know about the third eye, yet."
"Well, not to go into what I don't want to warn you about, I'll
just ask you this, Alex Anderson," and the girl took a more
challenging stance (=She's ready to make her move!=), "How easy
is it to avoid seeing a picture of yourself?"
"I won't know, until I try!" 'she' challenged back.
"Agree to marry me, and I'll let you keep your male forms!"
"'Let me keep'?" Alex sneered at the kindness.
"It is more than Ion or the others will offer. If they win you,
unless somebody wins you from your husband, you will remain a
female for the rest of this, your first, and Only life!!"
"'Only'?" Alex had only been half listening, but the idea of
reincarnation being real had...
The girl flung a photo of something at him. Alex avoided it.
But another photo was there before 'she' could react to that one:
It cut 'her' on 'her' slim-muscled arm.
"First blood is mine!" she cried with a grin.
"Big deal! You gave me a paper cut!"
"I did more than just that," she said, producing like a magician
a mirror, and flashing it.
"We're in a shadow!!" Alex cursed what shouldn't happen, knowing
'she' was vulnerable because 'she' couldn't see!
It only lasted a moment; in that tense time, Alex's other senses
were tuned to anything 'she' could lash out at to defend himself.
'She' felt himself become himself, again: Larger, flatter, with
more muscles. And a cock -He was no longer a girl!
When he could, at last, see... "What on Earth!!?!"
It'd become twilight, and he was on blue glazed brick steps, at
least twenty feet from the ground! There was a high mud brick
wall that separated it from a city of strange buildings, broad,
paved streets, and park-like lawns, gardens and trees. It was an
archeology-enthusiasts' theme park... an ancient Epcot center,
complete with employees in costumes. The only tourist in sight,
though, looked to be him.
Along the side, clear-mud bricks formed three-foot high and wide
stepped walls, and on each were painted and glazed statues: Most
had animal heads, but they all had the bodies (olive, brown, tan,
ruddy, etc) of naked humans, male and female-their groins
smashed. (Now that he thought of it, the stairs also needed
repair; and those red stains were probably not part of the
glaze.) Above, another forty feet was the top of the stairs. If
there was anything at its top, it was hidden from his view.
"You're hardly dressed for the Wedding Temple," the girl said
from behind him.
Alex spun. The girl was now dressed like an Amazon: Over a mini-
skirt toga was a decorated bronze waist-to-shoulders breastplate,
epaulets, and helmet with a crest of different colored human
hair. She even had shin guards above her sandals. And a short
silver-coated sword in one hand, and a wooden spear in the other.
Alex was still dressed in his fatigues. "That's hardly a wedding
gown you're wearing!"
"A wedding gown? You're in the wrong part of the Arch-Mind for
that!"
"Ark-" But she'd started her attack, lunging at him with the
spear without a metal point.
=Keep to the high ground!= Alex reminded himself, going up the
stairs even as he backed up.
"You seem no more concerned about wood, than any human would be
over a sharp point," the girl noted. "But a sword?"
Alex made a grab for the spear.
Teras pulled it out of his reach, and let it fall. Alex had to
make a decision: Sacrifice the high ground, or go after the only
weapon he saw available.
He dove under her sword. He hit the bricks and rolled after the
stick. He was surprised when the ache went away.
But that lasted only as long as it took for his other body to
start getting bruised: His hard body had been replaced with the
softer, more protruding girl's body (=Frag! If I knew I was going
to have them, I could've done something to protect these figgin
tits!=)
At least 'she' had enough coordination in his smaller hand to get
the spear.
"Suddenly didn't like the idea of fighting a man!?! Even in your
armor?!!" Alex the soprano accused, rolling to a stop up on one
knee, the other foot out, pushing against a step two down.
The golden brown haired girl was gone; unbuckling her breastplate
was a more blonde boy her own age, "I wanted to defeat the male
you as a girl! I changed into my male form as soon as I had you
in the Tartaros!" With practiced hand, 'his' front armor piece
came off, and was laid aside on the stairs.
Alex standing erect with the spear out in front of the girl him:
"Male? You weren't a male until you saw me fight back!" he said,
not believing him (her?).
"This is not the World! This is the Arch-Mind: Here, we use the
body that's not being used there!" Teras told 'her' as if 'she'
were a simpleton.
"Using!?! How can I be using my body, when I'm here!?!!"
"That's an answer you will have to win the right to!!" 'he' said,
coming at him with his sword.
Alex had the spear; it had the longer reach. The guy, though, was
practiced, no doubt, with fighting a spear with a sword. He would
know the counter moves, and before Alex had enough time to
correct an inexperienced mistake -At the last moment, Alex
brought the spear down, and stabbed it between the guy's legs.
Alex ran for the nearest statue, and put 'her' best judo trip
maneuver via the spear.
It worked! Teras fell head first down the steps. Alex now had the
high ground, again.
The statue would've had an elephant's head, if its trunk, like
its genitals, hadn't been hacked off. =How appropriate. = Alex
briefly entertained the glum thought as 'she', too, felt his
lost.
Alex looked down past the statue and 'her' tits. It was a sheer
drop down. 'She' could use his rock-climbing skills to scale down
the bricks that still looked somewhat new; but he didn't trust
this new body.
Not to mention what the guy who was trying to stab 'her' with
'his' sword would be doing all that while!
'She' would have to get down past, or through, that other guy who
was a guy, or... climb up the rest of the stairs, and see what
was up there.
Thirty-some feet of steps, made longer because of 'her' shorter
legs. Girl legs.
"That's it!" Alex said.
Teras was back on 'his' feet. As soon as 'he' could, 'he' had
fixed 'his' eyes back onto Alex. "Alex is adjusting. She's using
the advantages a female has!" The curse within her male voice was
only at her own male clumsiness.
+++
It was tiring, climbing all those stairs, but Alex saw that 'her'
female stamina had increased 'her' lead over the guy. If 'she'
couldn't find something to use as a weapon up at the top of this
place, then 'she' might still have the edge in a fight. 'She'
would be less worn out.
That was why 'she' had chosen to continue up past the high arch
in the tower placed a two-thirds of the way up, and not to take
the stairs going down from it along the sides of the temple.
Except for the blue stairs and the brown walls along its side
that extended out like a ramp, the bulk of the step-like pyramid
was predominately green-glazed brick, with a few glassless
windows the sides, though, above the tower, it was turning more
of a blue. Something told him that whoever made this thing had
gotten the facts wrong; Alex was sure that ziggurats never had
statues, at least not ones like these. The statues on both sides
of the stairs had gradually increased in height until the ones
just before the tower were 12 feet tall. Beyond the double-
toothed tower, there were no statues until the top.
The two at the top jumped to four-times life size, and had their
gross genitals! The one that looked like a 'man' had an
exaggerated pussy that rose higher and had holes rounder than any
natural one; a leafed vine was attached where 'his' clit
should've been-that wrapped around and bound him. The 'female'
one was worse: 'she' had an open mouthed snake, complete with
fangs and tongue! Alex knew the meaning of obscene.
'She' didn't feel like seeing what was up there with them.
If his memory of history was right (and those windows said it
was), the brick-and-earth pyramid was full of rooms, probably
maze-like. 'She' could get lost inside. But that would not get
him home.
'She' had to find the way back, and the only person around was
that guy, the girl that brought 'her' here.
Alex turned still eight or seven feet from the top, and planted
the spear 'she'd' been using as a hiking stick. 'She' felt
something move. One of the bricks from the step was loose.
Alex struck the mud-and-sand-and-straw grout over and over; the
cracked grout gave before 'her' girl-arm became too tired. Now
that that one was free, 'she' could use the spear to pry up other
bricks!
A quick test as 'she' stooped over to remove the loose brick told
'her' she' could do it.
And the guy was now within range: Alex aimed, and threw.
Teras saw what Alex'd been doing, and raised the end of 'his'
sword-hilt to deflect it away.
To Alex's surprise, the brick immediately returned like a
boomerang -Only it wasn't directed at 'her': It returned itself
to the place 'she'd' just pulled it from.
"This is the Arch-Mind!" Teras sneered at 'her' simple attack.
"It's not easy to change!"
"Fragging shrapnel!! Why didn't Pop ever tell me anything about-"
Of course: Alex knew the answer! This was all a game to them!!
Alex squatted and pulled the still loose brick back up, and
shoved the spear under the next brick.
Breathing heavily, Teras had continued to come up the stairs,
"Throw your "endless supply of stones" at me: I'll just knock
them away again, and reach you to be the first one to taste
your..."
Alex leaped-diving headfirst. In each hand, 'she' had a brick
Teras raised 'his' sword, looking for the opening... And finding
It -Was blocked by a brick! Alex used the other brick to clout
the guy across 'his' jaw.
'Her' bricks rose; and Alex held on, letting them pull 'her' up,
until 'she' was in position to...'She' let go, and landed on top
of the guy.
Alex rode the guy down the stairs, pulling 'him' up by the toga
over the front of 'his' shoulders to keep 'him' sliding down as
far as 'she' could.
When 'he' finally came to a sprawled stop, Alex reached across,
and claimed the sword from the semi-conscious hand.
Alex got up, and set 'her' small foot down on the top of the
guy's chest, near 'his' throat. "Tell me how to get back home!
Tell me, or so help me, I will use this sword on you!"
"First blood," were the only words that escaped the guy's mouth.
From 'his' glazed eyes, Alex thought it would be a while before
'he' had anything more to say.
"You blood-thirsty..." Blood? "Paper cut!"
Alex was tempted to give 'him' more than just a paper cut. 'She'
noted the gash the brick made on 'his' stubbled chin. That wasn't
enough, apparently.
Or, 'she' had to do it with this silver sword. 'She' cut the
guy's right biceps.
Looking at the blood, Alex said, "Now, what? Do I make a wish?"
In a second, it seemed like, the girl 'he' once was grew-up
within 'him'; another second, and 'he' grew down, out of sight.
+++
The shocks to his senses were like suddenly going from some place
dimmer, dryer, warmer, etc. to one not. Alex was back to being
himself again. And the male him was flat on grass, hurting. At
least it was a male kind of hurt.
"Mr. Anderson, how dare you treat Alex that way!" Cher was
scolding somebody.
="Mr. Anderson"?!= Alex sat up. He was in the park, near the
Spanish-American War statue.
Summers was standing near him, "Geez! I hope he knows the school
doesn't like teachers doing that with kids who they're not
related to,"
="Teacher!"= Alex twisted his body around.
Leslie was there with her back to him, "I don't know how Cher
stopped you-But I'm getting the police to stop you from doing it
again!"
"You children do not understand!"
"Pop!!" Alex cried, scrambling forward.
"Alex? Is that you?" his father's voice said.
Alex twisted his sore body around so he didn't run into Leslie,
and put himself to run up to the man. "Pop, you didn't go!!"
"Alex!?" the brunet Leslie cried, reaching out, but unable to
react fast enough.
"That is one strange family," the brown-haired Summers muttered.
The gray and bald man put out his hands to slow him down, "He did
go, Alex."
"What?" Alex said, letting those familiar hands slow him down. He
realized he'd almost made a stupid scene like he was a little kid
in front of his friends (at least that's what they would think,
he though).
"Let us all go back to your house, Alex," he smiled. "You can
tell us about your adventure in the Arch-Mind!"
"'Arch-Mind'?" He was telling everybody!?!
"Yes: Where your father is now."
+++
As they walked back towards his house, Cher was telling Alex:
"...your dad came back a second time, and asked us where you
were..."
"A second time?" Leslie asked. "How long were you at Alex's?!"
"I was there, too, you know," Summers reminded her.
"Cher hadn't stopped talking: "...about the noise, he said we had
to find you right away, Alex! That's when I sent Summers for
Leslie to help..."
("She calls me "Summers"!")
"And she followed me," 'Pop' said, shaking her head. "Cher is
very intuitive."
"See!" the blond Cher smiled. "Somebody else thinks so, too!"
"It just means you don't take the time to think," Leslie told her
a bit sourly.
'Pop' told Alex, "I did not know in what direction to look for
your body-"
"His body!?" Leslie interrupted. "Why would you think that?!"
"It looked like that's what he was trying to make Alex," Summers
said.
"-But down the street I saw that girl-"
Cher interrupted, this time, "The poor girl! You could see her
panties! Somebody had pulled her long skirt over her head and
tied it and thrown her up a tree."
"Yeah!" Summers smiled at the memory. "That tree!" He was
pointing at a tree they'd just passed.
"She's gone, now," Cher noted.
"We can see that!" Leslie told Cher.
'Pop' continued trying to finish the story, "I saw the
wilderness-"
"Wilderness?" Cher asked.
"He means the park," Alex told her.
"Then why didn't he just-"
"-I knew he'd be looking for blood-"
" "Looking for blood"!" Summers interrupted this time.
"Alex would never be "looking for blood"!" Leslie defended him.
"-Astarte!" the man spoke up even louder.
"Astarte!!" Alex froze.
'Pop' looked him straight in the eyes, "Where does the other body
go?"
Alex understood, "Who uses the other body."
They were walking towards the front door: "I was fighting
Astarte, not Alex," 'Pop' explained. "You may not believe me, but
Alex does."
"Yes. It's true," Alex told them. "That wasn't me."
"But it looked just like you," Cher said.
"'Looked'!?" Leslie said. "If it wasn't you, Alex, you were
swapped where he fell!"
Alex looked at the man who looked like his father. The man said,
"He was 'swapped'."
Again, that wasn't the answer Alex had expected. This couldn't be
his pop!
"What does Alex have, a split-personality?" Summers asked.
"Why are you telling them this!?!" Alex cried.
"Because the hiding is over, Alex. It is time to take a stand. We
cannot do it alone, though. You will need companions."
"Companions!!" Alex looked at the man with horror. "Put them
through what I have to go through!?! I just saw a sample, and
I'll be-"
"You already are: Astarte will come whether you have friends or
not," 'Pop' flashed a compact on him. The others gasped. "Isn't
it better that there are people who know that monster is not you?
+++
Seething with frustration, Alex forced 'her' way between those in
front of him, and into the house.
"Alex doesn't look like a monster," Summers said staring looking
at the 5'4" golden blonde with the nice boobs. "Is this babe
really you?"
"I'm not a babe!" 'she' told him, heading for the spare bedroom
they always kept locked (but whose door had, now, been open).
"It, it's true...," Leslie said in a daze, the nightmare from
last night back. "You, you really have become a, a..."
"Alex?! Alex!? Where are you hiding?" Cher asked, looking in the
bushes outside.
"Alex! Leaving is not the answer!" the fake Pop told him,
following after. "Every time you're in the Arch-Mind, Astarte
will be here, hunting for the blood that will give him the life
to be free of you!"
"At least that blood won't be Leslie's-Or anybody else's I know!"
'She' was in the room, now. Besides the camping and survival
gear, there were nets of garlic, mandrake, and ginger, humidors
of such as herbs as wolfbane, mistletoe, and rosemary, as well as
various the amulets and talismans he'd grown up with and had not
understood (or believed) until now.
"Alex! If you go, I'll, I'll...," Leslie found it hard enough to
confess her feelings, but to somebody who looked like another
girl...
"I vote you take your troubles far away from here," Summers said,
but not expecting to be heard.
"Leslie! Did Alex go inside?!" Cher called.
'Pop' told Alex, "Once Astarte has your flowing blood in his
veins, he will need more than your future lives to keep the Arch-
Mind living."
"All the more reason to get as far away from everybody as I can!"
Alex said, picking up 'her' camping backpack and roll.
"All the more reason to give them the chance to protect the lives
of everybody they could hope to love."
Alex the loner was being told he had to do something that went
against his nature.
("Why can't somebody else protect my life," Summers said.)
(Who is this girl?" Cher asked.)
"Where you go, I have to follow. If you stay here, I can, that
is, we can train them. We may even stop the killing, this time."
"Killing!?!"
"Wars and massacres through-out the ages have fed the Arch-Mind.
It is the creation of sum of life, and must be sustained by
lives. That is why Amazons are famous for being warriors."
"Why can't they just kill each other, and leave everybody else
alone!!"
"The Arch-Mind is created from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good
and Evil. The nails of the ideas of group-minds hold it together.
It is a maze of overlapping and shifting rooms. A person has the
potential to visit as many rooms as groups he can identify with.
"The Amazons need themselves to keep their concept of the Arch-
Mind as solid as you found it today. They do not kill each other.
That is why it is so solid for them. The vanquished have their
spirit drained, and are then put in limbo. There they exist. And
their ideas about the Arch-Mind continue to exist.
"But to exist is not to live. They are in limbo, neither dead,
nor alive. They need the potential found in the lives of others-
Of all of your, and your dearest ones' incarnations... That which
renews you."
"I was listening," Leslie told the man. "You can't tell me that
Alex identifies with, with, these 'Amazons'!"
"Ask anybody caught up in the fantasies and delusions of others
how much it matters if he, himself, identifies with them. The
Arch-Mind of the Amazon is no longer a fantasy or delusion: It is
millennia old. By constant use, it has become as real to somebody
within it as This World."
"I don't understand what you're talking about, yet," Alex said.
"But I know how real that 'delusion' can be."
"That is also how the magic works. Blood was once an essential
part of all religions."
The man took the combat knife Alex's pop wore with that uniform,
and slashed his arm.
Leslie looked away.
"This is like all those movies I hate," Summers said.
"He's not bleeding," Cher said.
Leslie, then Summers, looked.
"I have no blood of my own. I am in limbo. I will not be able to
remain here for long without taking somebody else's blood.
"But your father, Alex, is heading for the Cavern of Sanctuary,
where even the queen of the Amazons may not disturb those in
limbo. It is very dangerous what he is doing. Only when I bleed
will we know if he has taken my place."
"What!?!! Pop's going into some kind of..."
"But he will not be dead," the man took and squeezed Alex's hand.
"You will see him again. When I am out of the World, he will be
the one who cannot bleed."
"Why, then, did he leave: Why!!" Alex exploded, knocking the
'man's' hand away. "Why are you more important that he is!?!!"
"Didn't he tell you who I was?"
"He said you were, 'Emma' something!"
"I am Imma. I was there at the beginning. I was Astarte's best
friend. I was the one who created the Amazons."
"I am the only one that can change the Arch-Mind."
The End of this installment
+++
[A seven-story "Wedding Temple" ziggurat? As you can guess, it
must have something to do with the story of Astarte's own
"wedding".]
[The Temple Complex represents the Amazons' idealized [and, thus,
not completely historically-accurate] picture of those places
throughout history where they were the priests, if not the gods
themselves. Later humans "reinterpreted" the legends to, like the
Greek Titans cast into Tartarus, demote them. Many tried to
eliminate all reference of them, which included removing their
statues.]
[The Temple Complex is but one part of the greater Amazon Arch-
Mind.]
["Potential": The Arch-Mind is built on fixed-ideas. To keep from
becoming an endless repetition, ruled by fate and destiny alone
(video-replay, as it were) they need the possibilities that new
lives have.]
[On Astarte: One of the reasons I had trouble writing follow-up
stories before this one was because I knew Alex's elf would have
to be a vampire, and I am not into stories like that. But the
reviews have shown me (at least for the time being) that to be
different from my other stories, "Son of the Amazons" is going to
have to go in more of a fantasy role-playing direction.]
[P.S., Cher is not turning out like Lum.]
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