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Impiety By Grinder This story is based partially on Greek and Chinese mythology and history, but not entirely. If I appear to get something wrong it is because I decided to modify it to better fit the story, and I also had to jumble some dates, just a heads up. Adonis called back to his men, "Lets hurry up or the war in Troy will be over with before we get there!" Indeed, the Trojan War had lasted about 5 years before Adonis had heard of the Strife between Greece and Troy, and it had taken him almost another year to get this far. He had made his was slowly from his hometown of Goya on the northeastern edge of the Caspian Sea south and west to Asia Minor (Modern Turkey), by passing through Persia (Iran). He was now wandering through the land far south of Troy, trying to find some supplies. He direly wished to fight Achilles, the greatest hero of the Greek army, who was said to be the son of a god, and invulnerable to weapons. Adonis had fought with distinction in China 11 years earlier when the Chou overthrew the Shang dynasty. After traveling south into Persia, to help sell the salted fish caught on the Caspian by his town, he had heard the call sent out from the warring factions for mercenaries. Deciding to join a group of them headed east without his parents consent at the age of 16. He had heard of the riches of the Chinese empire and he also wished to see more of the world than just the Caspian and northern Persia. While in China he had preformed many deeds of great valor in the fierce final battle with the Shang, and even helped lead the final charge. For this, he was rewarded handsomely with silken garments, most of which were women's, for his future bride, 3 chests of gold, a powerful steed named Hex Marks, an Iron sword and shield (Adonis had been fighting with a bronze sword and his fists, both of which could easily be cleaved by Iron. The west had yet to discover iron and iron weapons was a closely guarded secret by the Chinese), and an Iron chest plate and Iron shoulder guards, and a mail shirt said to be made from the scales of dragons. He had also been offered the new emperor's 5th daughter, but Adonis declined, saying that he had left his home to fight and no doubt his parents thought him dead. He had left home a boy and returned a warrior. Fourteen of the mercenaries he had joined followed him, because the band's leader had been killed during the war, and the loose contract the group had followed stated that the men could follow whoever they thought to be the worthy leader. Adonis had gotten on with his life, fishing like his father, but he was yearning for adventure again. Indeed his men (whom he now called Ronins) wished for battle once more. Again, while traveling south to Persia he had heard of the battle between Troy and the Greeks. He had heard stories of Hector, the greatest of the Trojan Heroes, and he wanted to fight alongside him agenst the tyrant Agamemnon who was the leader of the Greeks. But finding Troy was as hard as any battle in China. He could not take the northern route, because of its vast amount of wilderness. So he had wandered the deserts of the south, and had finally after visiting a town called Odessa, he had learned that Troy was to the northwest. However, the supplies the company had were dwindling. Adonis knew the temples in this area had a lot of food through donation, and might be friendly enough to share with warriors who would fight the foreign Greeks. Adonis decided to approach one and plead for supplies, and maybe make a donation if the gods were generous. The temple he approached was that of the Goddess Artimis, the goddess of the moon and ruler of women. As he approached, a few of the temple occupants who were on its steps (Young girls in training to become priestesses) noticed him and fled into the temple. While he waited, he looked at the statue in front of the temple and stood near it, featuring a tall woman with an arm at her side that was holding a bow and another pointing to an invisible subject. In addition to being the goddess of the moon, she was a superb huntress. Quickly, the head priestess (A white haired matron) and her scribes, assistants, and everyone else in the temple bubbled out and stared from the top of the steps, down at him. "You are on sacred ground on which men are not meant to tread," the High priestess said sharply. "I apologize to you and your goddess but my men and I have little food, I was hoping to maybe get some from you, for we are headed south to fight the Greeks," Adonis replied. The high priestess had a slight look of horror on her face at the mention that this strange and rather powerful looking warrior was going to fight a war, and the Temple's workers started to whisper furiously. "Leave, and do not come back!" she shouted. "But..." Adonis began but he was drowned out by the cries of the other women for him to leave. "But I'm..." he tried again, but the women continued (very shrilly) to wail, begging him to leave. Adonis was tired, and he had not had a decent meal to eat in days, and the women screaming made him lose his temper. He drew his sword and swung it at the statue of Artimis, cleaving it right at the knees. The statue fell to the ground with a dull thud the women stopped screaming and just stared in horror. Adonis lifted his left leg and brought his foot down on the head of the statue, shattering it. Suddenly, lightning flashed, and the wind whipped up. Adonis looked up and decided to leave, he was not afraid of the goddess, mighty warriors were almost gods in their own right, but he knew that he would get no help here and night would fall soon. He whipped his cloak around, turned and stalked off, leaving the priestesses to mourn their statue and pray to Artimis for swift vengeance on him. Artimis was furious. The warrior Adonis had destroyed the statue and broken one of her decrees. She did not care of this man going to fight the Greeks, but she believed that the Greeks would win eventually and it was best not to aid either side. Her brother Apollo had many of his temples destroyed because of his support for the Trojans. This man needed to pay. Artimis considered fighting him, but she might end up like that fool Venus. Venus had joined the battle at Troy and gotten herself injured, and driven off in disgrace. Instead she consulted the head priestess of the assaulted temple what she though was the proper punishment. "My lady goddess, he should pay with his sweat. Force him to work for you, make him cower at the sound of your voice." "Humm...interesting plan, but only women may be my temple workers, and I don't think..." Artimis began, but the priestess interrupted "Your father has dominion over men, he could yield control of his fate to you. He has never made up for his trick on Callisto." Author's Note: Callisto was a nymph that was told by Artimis that she must remain a virgin. Zeus, Artimis's father, disguised himself as Artimis and had sex with Callisto. For more info on this stuff...read a book or something. "Yes." Artimis continued, "And with him so engrossed in the war, it is likely he will not even think about my request." High in his on mount Olympus in the palace of the gods, sat Zeus on the throne. He ran his fingers through his long beard as he watched the war of attrition being waged below. The Greeks had sacked 3 more towns around Troy, but the were avoiding a frontal assault on the cities' walls. This was good news, as one of his many illegitimate sons was fighting for the Trojans. Still he watched closely at the movements of both sides so closely that he did not notice his visitor. The visitor spoke up and said, "Father", but Zeus did not hear her. "Father," she said louder, and Zeus looked up, recognized his visitor and quickly said, "Hello Artimis" before looking back down on earth. "Father I need a favor," Artimis began; Zeus only mumbled an affirmative as he watched some Greeks attack a caravan. "I need you to give me dominion over the fate of a man named Adonis." Zeus looked up at this and asked, "Why my daughter?" Artimis said in a tense voice, "He attacked my temple, and destroyed one of my statues." Zeus looked at her and said, "Then have him killed, the Amazons are your followers are they not?" "Yes," Artimis began. "But him being killed won't replace my statue. If he became one of my followers, he would be forced to apologize to me for his offense." Zeus deliberated for a moment. He did not know this man, nor did he particularly care what happened to him. "Fine," he finally said. With that, Artimis quickly said thank you and left. After leaving the temple of Artimis, Adonis' group continued to wander. They had come across a temple of the God Dionysus. Dionysus's followers were jovial and friendly, and gave them all the food they could carry, both in their packs and bellies. The women of he temple had even offered to pleasure them, but Adonis declined, he thought it best not to distract his men with the wants of the body. Adonis had had too much wine and was sleeping off the alcohol when a shout arose from the edge of the camp at the crack of dawn. Adonis got up, slowly put on his dragon scale shirt, chest plate and shoulder guards, grabbed his sword, and stumbled out of his tent. His head was pounding as if there was a drum corps nearby. His men, a most of whom were drunk as Adonis were outside as well. No less than 100 Female warriors had surrounded their camp. Their leader, a tall, well built woman, with jet-black hair that was mounted on a horse approached Adonis and his men who had started to form a semi-circle behind him. She had eyes which seemed like a cat's, ready to strike, and on her face she wore a scowl. "Are you the leader of this band of warriors, Adonis?" she asked sharply in Persian. Adonis began to nod and said, "Yup." Fortunately he knew enough Persian to answer. Then he drunkenly shot back with a question of his own. "And who are Y..." was all he got out before he threw up. It made his stomach feel better, but now he had an awful taste in his mouth. The woman smirked, she knew he would be easy prey, but still, she needed him alive, so she was told to deal. "To answer your question, we are the Amazons, we serve the goddess Artimis, whom you have offended with your impiety. And I am the leader of this war band, Vashiti" "If you give up and come with us immediately," she continued, "and your men will be spared" She continued. Adonis looked up and replied "I will not lay down and allow you to just take me, however, none of my men will assist me in resisting you." "No!" shouted Ewan and Dussel together, Adonis' 2 most stalwart fighters, and among the few of his men who had abstained from drinking. "Listen," Adonis began. "You men have no chance of getting out of here alive unless we make this deal. They want to take me captive, or else they would not have tried to deal. You take the men and head to Troy. You don't have to fight, just get supplies. I can always try to escape, so stay in Troy about a month. If I don't arrive, then you men are free to go where you wish." "Captain," they said solemnly Adonis turned to the Amazon, "Do we have a deal, if none of them help me, you will let them go?" The tall Amazon laughed. How long would a drunk man last alone? "All right you wretch. In fact, I will let your men pack up too, get there garbage out of our way." This offer would give their horses maximum mobility, but it would also allow the alcohol to wear off, but it would make little difference, their numbers were too great for even a warrior such as Hector to win. Adonis' men began to break camp, slowly, taking 3 hours, mostly because the alcohol in there own systems had yet to wear off, but also because they knew that the more time they took, the better it was for Adonis. However, the Amazon leader, Vashiti had noticed this too. She took a spear, and threw it into the encampment. It landed almost perfectly vertical. The men who were breaking camp looked at the spear and wondered what she was doing. "When the shadow of the spear disappears, we attack, and will slaughter all in the way!" she shouted. That cut their time down greatly. The drunks scrambled to get their packs packed and the troop cart loaded. In half an hour, nearly everything was loaded, and only the most drunken were still fumbling with their stuff. Adonis had gotten his things packed, and placed them well off to the side, but he drew out some of the silken garments meant for his bride and he decided to try to bribe the Amazons. Ewan, who was watching his captain do this, thought it a very sad thing to see. He stumbled up to Vashiti, and held out his arm with a silk shirt draped over it. "What if I offer you..." Adonis began. "Clothes made of the finest material know to man?" He held out the shirt to Vashiti and stumbled forward. Vashiti pulled her left leg out of the stirrup and kicked Adonis in the stomach. Adonis fell backwards and clutched his stomach, and somersaulted backward so he ended up on his knees. Looking at the silk shirt, which was still clean, he said, "I'll take that as a no." And he stumbled back to his possessions. Grasping his Iron broad sword in its scabbard, and his hexagonal shield, he moved to the middle of the field in which they had set up camp, next to the spear Vashiti had thrown. His men were gathered against the trees a hundred feet away, all of them were restless, the captain was about to either be killed or captured, and while they could try to intervene, they knew they could not change the outcome in the state they were in, they would only parish. The spear's shadow disappeared as the Sun reached the highest point in the sky, and the Amazons charged. Adonis drew his sword and began to employ the tactic he had devised. Back in China, while attacking an enemy Officer, his bronze sword had been cleaved in half, and he had only won in that face off because he tackled his opponent and started hitting him with his fists. However, his first impulse had been to run, so he hoped that as he cut the Amazonian swords that they would retreat. For the most part, the tactic worked. Though he had to swing his sword his furious speed in wide swaths, just to keep up with his opponents, the first to attack quickly retreated when their weapons were rendered useless. Amazonian swords that struck his armor were blunted and upon discovering this stopped the Amazons in their tracks. The problem was that he had no time to cut down any Amazons, and swinging around a heavy Iron sword and shield, in Iron armor was wearing him down. Nothing he could do, just keep swinging. Sometimes the Amazons would pull away and then attack quickly like they were the sea and he was a lone rock at high tide. This gave Adonis small breathers but it was never enough. Finally, Vashiti had approached close enough to pull the spear from the ground that she had thrown. She waited till Adonis turned his back to stop an attack from behind, and she swung the spear so that the shaft struck just above his shoulder blades, where his neck connected to his torso. This momentarily stunned Adonis and the Amazonian warriors jumped on him and began hitting him with their fists and shields as hard as they could in the head, back and where ever else they could reach. "Stop! Stop!" Vashiti shouted; they did not want their prisoner dead. Her warriors began to pull at the chest plates and shoulder guards that made up his armor and tried to tear off his cape. Some almost pulled off his arms trying to pull the shield off his arm. Ewan and Dussel, seeing this horrible riot of greed, threw caution to the wind. "Charge!" they shouted together, and drew their own Iron swords. 5 others who were sober quickly followed, while the other 7 who were nearly sober, hesitated and followed. Vashiti, not suspecting this new attack, retreated a short distance and reissued commands. The 14 new combatants quickly turned the tide because some of the weapons the Amazons had were destroyed by Adonis; and they had not replaced them. After cutting down 45 Amazons, the battle swayed against Adonis' men. 10 Ronins were killed outright while the others were swarmed like Adonis, knocked out, and captured. By this time, Vashiti had regained control of her soldiers and was able to keep them from nearly ripping the prisoners to shreds. After burying the dead, and talking possession of their opponent's strange possessions, the Amazons left for their goddesses' temple. Adonis woke up in the damp chamber with every part of him in pain, even his butt. One eye was swollen shut, but when Adonis tried to rub it, he found his hands shackled to the wall above him. Looking to his left, he could see Ewan, and Dussel, and on his right, Joshua, and Jason, two brothers from his hometown who had decided to join him after his return from China. While there were shackles for more people, at least 6 empty shackles were upon the other walls and next to the door. Adonis hoped that they were simply in other cells, but knew that if all the other cells also held 11 people, then that was unlikely. Adonis began nudging Jason with his foot, which awoke him with a start. "Jason," he said meekly. It felt like he took a blow to the thought. "Captain?" he replied quietly, shame evident in his voice. "You attacked them? Against my orders? I told Ewan and Dussel..." "They were about to tear you to pieces Captain!" He did not yell this, but there was a frantic tone in his voice. "After they had knocked you out, they began grabbing at your armor, clothes, and weapons. Their leader tried to stop them, and Ewan and Dussel were so angered that...oh are you angry captain?" Jason was still pretty young, only 15, he had followed after his elder brother. And now this boy whom Adonis had be reluctant to allow along was in this mess. "No Jason, I am not angry, but now you will have to pay like I will. Try getting your brother up, I will try getting up Dussel and Ewan." A few minutes later, all his remaining men were up. Each gave their account of the battle and expressed regret at not following orders. Adonis did his best to console them and be their leader, but as they say, moral was low. It was not long before guards came in and tossed them scraps of unidentifiable meat and bread, and a few smalls bowl of water, as well as to let them out to relive themselves. On this last trip, there was little to see, only 3 other cells were in the prison, and all of them were empty, confirming to Adonis that the rest of his men were dead. Not long after being returned to their cell and all the "Excitement" of being fed had worn off, the prisoners got their first visitors. Adonis' heart almost froze at the sight of Artimis walking into the cell. There were hundreds of gods and goddesses scattered all over the world, but this was the first he encountered personally. In addition to Artimis, Vashiti, and the Elderly priestess whom had confronted him at the temple, as well as 2 of the guards whom had brought them food earlier. "Well, you have our undivided attention," Adonis said with a smile. Artimis Smiled back and simply said, "Cheeky, I like that." "Well I try." Artimis smirked and continued, "Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but your lives are no longer in your hands. My father has given your lives to me and I can do with you what I see fit." Ewan, Dussel, and Joshua gasped at this, but Adonis resisted joining in. He and his men no longer free will. They had to do what they were told. For a man of independence like himself, it felt like his stomach was being strangled. "Now, I thought about having you join my Amazons to replace those whom you have killed, but don't worry, you will atone for their deaths." "We will never give in," shouted Jason, his childhood ignorance amusing Adonis while at the same time making him feel worse. "Jason, it is unfortunate, but we will do as we are told no matter what, weather we like it or not," Joshua told his brother. Jason, not believing this turned to Adonis, his eyes wide with fear asked, "Captain?" 1 tear rolled down Adonis cheek at this. Jason had never left the Caspian when they had left for Troy, and was unaware of the concept of slavery until they had reached Persia (Slavery was illegal in Goya and the surrounding towns) Jason had been horrified of the concept of making someone work for nothing and how poorly some slaves were treated, and he had vowed in front of the entire company that when he made enough in warfare, he would free as many slaves as he could. The though of becoming one must have ground his soul to dust. And Adonis knew that only women could be servants at the temple... "Get on with it," was all Adonis could say, but Artimis had a different plan. "I think not. You see, I am in need of a new Priestess, a new birth mother, a new laborer to maintain the temple, a temple guardian to protect us from ruffians like yourself, and a new statue. So I will allow you to delegate which position your men will get." "And what if I refuse?" Adonis shot back, while raising his eyebrow. "Then I will make all of you new birth mothers, and I don't think the boy wants that," she said, shooting a glance at Jason. "I will leave you to deliberate...Ta ta!" The abrupt ending of their meeting was somewhat confusing...and the fact that Adonis was to decide his men's fate, or else, kept him from saying anything, but the others began to worry. "Birth mother?" Jason began to wonder and Joshua leaned in and Adonis guessed that the older brother was explaining to him what it meant, because Jason began to tear up again. Seeing him cry like that was funny sometimes but now it was only making Adonis apprehensive. "No!" Jason cried, "I can't..." "And you won't," interrupted Joshua, "Because I am requesting of the Captain that I be given the position of birth mother." Jason only stammered, while Adonis took up the conversation. "Are you sure? That was the job I was most not looking forward to giving out." "Yes, I never should have asked you to allow my brother to come along, so I will punish myself by taking this task." "But brother," Jason began, but Joshua stopped him. "Do you wish for that job? You are only a boy; you're cracking up as it is. I will be able to take it, do not worry." Jason smiled, not tearing up this time, and turned to Adonis. "Captain, tell me, what to priestesses do?" Adonis thought for a bit and replied, "Well, they conduct the ceremonies for the god or, in this case, goddess, as well as teach others about the deity they serve and they look after the workers in the temple..." "Even the birth mothers?" Jason said hopefully. "I believe so." "Then I will become a priestess and look after my brother." "Well, that's 2 down" Adonis said to Dussel, leaving the other two to chat or argue or whatever brothers did. Adonis had no brothers, though he somewhat longed for one now. "Sir, I request..." Dussel began, but Adonis cut him off. "I have made my decisions on one of the other jobs, so you might as well save your breath Dussel." "Well, I thought that us making the decisions on who would take what would ease your mind." "I am grateful for your concern, but I am still the leader. Anyway, if you were about to take the job as the replacement statue, forget it. I destroyed that thing, I will pay for it." "Then I will be the temple guardian and protect you till my life fails." "And I will be the laborer and make sure nature deals no damage to you." Ewan joined in Adonis sighed and smiled. Though he was five years younger than either Ewan or Dussel, they respected him and knew they would follow him to hell and back. Though sometimes his ego would get the better of him, and he thought his men were loyal because of his skill and charm, he knew that their dedication and character is what drove them to be this loyal. Adonis just hoped that no ruffians decided to attack while he was made of stone. Artimis and her subordinates returned a week later hoping that the decisions Adonis made would alienate his men, but every man accepted his duty. This angered Artimis slightly, but it was nothing, she had tried to split them apart merely for her entertainment. Joshua was freed from the chains first, and the guards took him away. The guards were the only ones who retuned an hour later, and this time they came for Jason. This cycle repeated, as Ewan was taken away, and then Dussel. Adonis was left to sit and simply regret that his men had to be drug into this. Adonis Had fought many hard battles, done many things he despised, and knew that this was retribution for all he had done. Karma. That's what the Hindus called it. But Karma and reincarnation were death punishments, Adonis was not sure he was even going to die. And he was not even sure he believed in Karma. In fact, what did he believe in? Adonis mentally smacked himself for trying to come up with his entire system of belief only minutes before the guards took him into the unknown. "Well, it no longer matters..." Adonis whispered, as the sounds of booted feat approached. The guards unlocked the cell and strode in. Adonis tensed up, wondering if they would take a shot while he was immobilized, but it never came to pass. The unlocked the shackles attaching him to the wall, but it still left a second pair binding his hands together. Soon, he was walking down the long hallway to oblivion. The hallway eventually ended, and opened up into an amphitheater. It looked as if the entire temple staff was here to watch. Though he noticed something out of place. All the women were in separate groups, likely divided by caste, women wearing baggy clothes and with full bellies were definitely birth mothers, while women wearing Armor must have been temple guards. There were three women and a girl that looked as though she were fast approaching woman hood standing separate from the others. One in armor, a second in what looked like work clothes, a third in maternity clothes but without a belly, and the last in red and white priestesses garb. The girl priestess had black hair exactly like Jason's and tears in her eyes...and Adonis knew who these four were. Turning away from his men, Adonis realized Artimis had arrived, she was standing in front of him, sword drawn, the same blond hair, same brown eyes, the same intimidating smile that he had seen before when she had been delivering the news of his fate to him. Glancing at the sword, he felt a quick flash of foreboding, just before Artimis suck her sword squarely into Adonis's chest. Adonis dropped to his knees and looked into Artimis's eyes, which seemed to be so full of hate, but suddenly softened, and soon they seemed so calm. While his eyes were locked with hers the changes began. Tiny beads of light shot along Artimis's arms, along the sword, and into Adonis's chest. The hole made from the sword did not bleed. Though Adonis noticed nothing, the sight of Adonis, hair lengthen and turning the same sunny shade of blond as Artimis's, same brown eyes, long legs, full breasts as their deity's was viewed by every one in the amphitheater. Artimis withdrew her sword, and the twin slumped, drained of energy from the transformation. "Take her, and prepare her," Artimis said, turning away, and striding to a stone bench to wait for her next part in this play. Artimis's guards wrenched the new Artimis to her feet and began to strip her. Though Adonis's mind screamed at this new body to resist, it was far too weak to respond. The only thing keeping him/her on his/her feet was the guards, who now had him/her fully stripped. Adonis was suddenly very self-conscious, looking down at his new body, he/she instantly turned red and tried to cover up, but the guards pulled his/her arms away and forced something over his/her head and arms. The fell of it was familiar and soon, Adonis had found the armholes and the hole for the head. It was the Dragon mail shirt that he had received from the Chinese emperor, only it had bee reformed to accommodate his new body. Next came a white tunic, exactly like the one Artimis was wearing, and finally the same Iron Armor he/she wad warn before, but again, remolded, custom made to fit his shape. With all the new weight, Adonis did not think he could get up even if his new body were at full strength, but it did not matter. A cart was drawn up and Adonis was placed on the back of it. The precession of women followed, with Adonis's former men in front. Soon, they were at their destination. The Pedestal that once held Artimis's statue had been cleared of debris and now The guards were pulling Adonis off the cart and over to it. Adonis tried once again to fight, but with his/her armor against him/her it was again futile. The guards pulled him/her up onto the pedestal, and Artimis, who had been following at the end of the group, snapped her fingers and Adonis became ridged. He/she was still flesh, but other than his/her eyes, eyelids, and the soft rise and fall of his/her chest nothing could move the slightest bit, he/she could not even fall down. Now the guards began to position his/her arms, body, head, even hair. The placed a bow in his/her hands and quiver full of arrows on his/her shoulder. When the guards were finished, they jumped down from the pedestal and rushed to Artimis side. Artimis smiled, and trued her back toward he twin, who instantly turned to stone. The others who had been transformed broke from the crowd and flung themselves at the foot of the statue and wept. End