Wonder Woman The Harpies of Themyscira
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GOODBYE THEMYSCIRA
A sort of DC Comics fanfic...
by Laika Pupkino ~ 2016
[NOTE: All I know about the DC comics universe comes from a few feature
films and 4 cartoon shows, so this probably isn't even remotely canon.
Let's just say all the discrepancies + inaccuracies you'll find here are
because this takes place on Earth #27, where whatever I got right is the
same as our world and whatever I didn't, isn't...]
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My name is Kip Trevor, and at 16 years of age I've had a very unusual
life so far. I live in Gotham Heights---the most opulent neighborhood in
this grim and dirty city---in a gigantic house, but that's not the
unusual part...
I know several of these "superheroes" that you read about and see on the
news by their real first names. And this might be a pretty rare thing to
be privy to, but knowing this group of people with weird powers is not
that strange to me. Not compared to my early life and the changes I've
been through since then...
I haven't always been a boy. I was born a girl and spent most of my life
trying to live as one. But that too is hardly anything unusual these
days; There have been a lot of transgender people telling their stories
in the past few years, and my story is the same as most of them in many
ways. But there's some huge differences too...
What makes my life until recently so unusual is that on the island where
I grew up and had to discover and come to terms with my transgender
nature there were no males. None. Since ancient times the whole
population of our island has been female, and for centuries the location
and even the existence of our all-girl island has been a secret that we
jealously guarded from the rest of the world, to the point that we used
to simply kill any male who set foot on Themyscira's perfect beaches
right there on the spot. We have since found other means---like amnesia
drugs---but we still live in fear of outsiders. Of MEN, for the most
part; but even Amelia Earhardt had her plane destroyed and was forced to
live out her days among us when she set down on our isle, lest she tell
anyone about us.
From the day the Amazons of Themyscira are first able to pick up a shield
and wield a sword or a spear we are taught every form of combat that
doesn't require modern weapons such as guns. Generations of warrior women
have trained and prepared for the day when somebody might invade us. Our
island is without a doubt the single most closed off, insular society on
Earth.
And yet the women there enjoy peace and security and healthy long lives
full of culture and learning in a warm loving community where everyone
helps everyone and no one is exploited. And with a deep spirituality
centered around the on worship of Aphrodite and Artemis but most of all
the great and beneficent goddess Hera. Nicknamed "Paradise Island", it
really is the closest thing to paradise us mortals have ever seen!
I was miserable there.
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For as long as I can remember I had deep sense that I was different than
other girls, and that I somehow didn't belong in this paradise of women.
I felt a terrible wrongness that I couldn't explain or define or give a
name to; but I never once associated it with me being a boy, because all
I had been told about boys and men was what brutish, cruel violent
creatures they were; and how they loved to rape and enslave women, and to
go to war over the most trivial matters, and hurt children and small
helpless animals for fun!
And I sure didn't feel brutish or cruel or want to do any of that awful
stuff; so I could not give a name to my sense of being different and
disconnected, or even describe it clearly. It tormented me day and night,
and eventually I decided that I must just be crazy.
Other people were coming to think I was too. Not knowing how to help me,
my mother took me to a high priestess, who after consulting her portents
told her I was a devil child- a MAENAD, whose heart held not the wisdom
of Hera but the madness of Dionysus.
And after I cut off my beautiful long golden hair because this just felt
right to me, I was taken to a soul healer---what here in your world would
be called a counselor or therapist---who was kinder than that crone of a
priestess had been, but she couldn't help me either. Although in time I
came to pretend she did...
"What's troubling you child?" she asked on my first visit, "Whatever it
is you can tell me."
"I don't KNOW!!!" I wailed, and began crying.
"Why would a pretty girl like you want to cut off all her pretty, pretty
hair?"
"I'm not a pretty girl," I snuffled.
"But you're beautiful, Phyllissa! How can you say you're not?"
"BECAUSE I'M NOT A GIRL!!" I screamed, which was as shocking and baffling
for me to hear coming out of my mouth as it was for her.
"If you're not a girl then what are you?" she asked, with that gentle
forbearance that had felt so nice at first but now was making me angry.
"I DON'T KNOW!! ALL RIGHT?!!" I shouted. And suddenly my frustration and
confusion boiled over and I started tearing up her office, knocking
things off the walls and shrieking, "I'M A DEVIL CHILD! I'M A MAEANAD! A
HYDRA! A SATYR! A CENTAUR! I'M A MANTICORE! I'M A DRAGON!!!"
I really and truly didn't know what I was!
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It was about this time that the rumors began to spread that I was
possessed and had the "evil eye". I could wither crops, make goats dry up
of milk or even cause someone to drop dead. As the rest of the world
rolled into the twenty-first century Themyscira still believed that
things like this were real.
But what's weird was that unlike a lot of primitive island communities,
this sort of shunning wasn't a common occurrence on Themyscira. People
were generally a lot nicer to each other than this. My mother did
remember one instance from her childhood where a lady was accused of
witchcraft, and forced to go live in a shack halfway up the mountain; but
old Nyrrisa actually had been practicing some dark hateful magic, and was
also a thief, and just plain nasty. It was as if the women of our island
had known before I did that I was the thing they had been taught to hate
and mistrust all their lives- a Male.
Mothers started forbidding their daughters to play with me, and in
response to being shunned and suspected of something so absurd my
attitude toward people and life in general went into a serious nosedive.
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The one place where all this misery helped me was in my combat training.
My anger drove me to excel in hand to hand combat, and my sense that I
had nothing left to lose and couldn't sink any lower made me absolutely
fearless. Ironically, the one place I felt at peace was in the middle of
a fight. But many times I didn't know when to quit, and had to be pulled
off of my instructors (I had long since been deemed an unsuitable
sparring partner for the other girls) before I killed them.
I was still seeing my counselor, who to her credit never abandoned me no
matter how hard I tried. I learned what to say in order to sound like I
was coming to terms with and embracing my life as a female; and I was
happy that this was pleasing my mother and easing her worries for me. But
inside I was as tormented as ever.
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Until I was about nine I had known a woman who never failed to brighten
my day. She always seemed to know what to say.
"Believe in yourself" she had told me, "And believe that Hera has a
special destiny for you. It may not be what you expected, it may not be
what other people want for you, but it's yours. And when you find it---or
it finds you---you'll know it's right, and that all your trials until
then were teaching you how to be strong, and were leading you to become
the person you were always meant to be..."
Lots of other women were giving me advice, but somehow when Diana told me
stuff like this I could believe her. Our friendship might have seemed
unlikely, not just because she was so much older than me---an adult of
twenty-six---but because she was the princess, the daughter of Queen
Hippolyta herself. Yet she always seemed to have time for me and my mom,
these two nobodies who lived in a modest house down by the fishing docks-
the closest thing our island had to a poor neighborhood. I looked up to
and loved the Princess like some wise big sister who seemed to know about
things that neither my mom nor my soul healer had much of a handle on...
And then she left.
Nobody left Themyscira! Ever! But Diana had left to go live in that wider
world where both men and women lived; convinced that this was her own
special destiny.
The rumors about her fate out there started circulating immediately, and
each was crazier than the last- She'd been enslaved by men, she'd fallen
into a volcano and died, she'd left the Earth entirely to go live in
space with some man with a magic green ring.
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A few years had gone by when one day out of the blue our peaceful island
was rocked by a war. The Queen's sister Upstarsia attempted to take over
Themyscira, aided by several divisions of very powerful...
I never learned what they were. But they could fly, and they were
absolutely ruthless. They didn't fight fair with swords and shields but
blasted everything and everyone they saw with some kind of lightning
shooting guns that looked like evil magic to me!
After laying waste to much of Themyscira they were coming toward our
neighborhood---mom was holding me, we were both crying and choking on the
smoke from all the fires---when our missing princess showed up and turned
the tide of the war.
She called herself Wonder Woman now and was wearing an amazing red, white
and blue outfit unlike anything us Amazons wore. And had some very
interesting friends with her who looked as strange and exotic as she did
now. And somehow she was flying around like a bird, and most of her
friends were too. The one who couldn't fly himself piloted a very fast
airplane shaped like a bat, and all of them were either incredibly strong
or had weapons there were equal to what the invaders had. There was a
woman with a big mace who could have been one of our Amazons except she
had wings like a hawk. And the one with the green ring was here- you
wouldn't believe the things that ring could do!
After a fierce battle the invaders that hadn't been killed all fled, and
Uppstartia was imprisoned. We all gathered at the arena to see Hippolyta
thank her daughter Diana and Diana's friends for saving us all. My mother
was being attended to at the infirmary (but it wasn't life threatening
and I knew she'd be all right) so it was just me there watching; sort of
sitting way off by myself, which had become my habit.
Everyone was amazed by these strangers who had popped in out of nowhere
to help us, just because they were our princess's friends and she had
needed their help. She and they together called themselves THE JUSTICE
LEAGUE; and one could tell they were all brave, and loyal to each other,
and stood for doing good and defeating evil- all those things we Amazons
had been taught were the important to do.
But the weirdest thing was... MOST OF THEM WERE MEN!! (Well one of them
looked like some kind of Martian, but he was definitely a male...)
All my life I had been taught how horrible men were, and here were these
amazing creatures with incredible powers (the one from the airplane only
had a belt, but it was a pretty clever belt!), and who were wise enough
to use these powers for selfless ends. They didn't seek to hurt or kill
or oppress anyone but to make the world a better place for everyone.
And I knew right then that so much of what I had learned about males was
untrue. It was quite a stunning revelation...
I think it was the largest member of this group---the man in the red cape
who had lifted a whole temple out of the path of destruction, and who
seemed to be everything I'd always dreamed of being---who triggered the
even more colossal realization I had next:
That's what I was! The name for this difference I had been feeling all my
life, and why I'd always had trouble fitting in as a girl. Somehow,
despite what everyone had been telling me and despite what would seem
like an anatomical fact, I was one of them!
"I'm a man," I muttered, sitting there at the back of the arena rows away
from everyone else. Then I said it louder. It seemed right to say it, and
it felt like the truth about the baffling mystery that was my life had
come to me at last. Great Hera, I was a MAN!
Or actually the younger type of male, which I now remembered was called a
boy.
That didn't seem wrong for me either, boys became men; And this was
essentially the moment my real life started...
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After she graciously thanked them all Hippolyta ordered these males to
depart, because grateful as we were to them, they had no place in our
world; and then she shocked me by banishing her own daughter from ever
coming back. I could see this saddened the Queen but rules were rules,
and it wouldn't be fair to make exceptions for her own family.
Diana accepted the judgment against her with dignity and quiet grace, but
the red one with the lightning bolt ears who could run as fast as Hermes
himself---and who I'll admit I'd thought of as just a loudmouth clown
until now---spoke out of turn, and gave a pretty fine speech about why
his friend Wonder Woman shouldn't be made to suffer just because they
rest of them trespassed on our land. Which moved Hippolyta but didn't
change her decision, and Diana left with the others.
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As profound as my realization about my true sex was, I didn't share it
with anyone, not even my mother. She truly believed all the stories about
what monsters males were, and I was afraid of losing her love if she knew
what I was.
But she and everyone else said how remarkable my sudden change in
attitude was. I was cheerful, I was helpful toward others, and I no
longer seemed to be in a perpetual gloom as I secretly made plans to get
the hell off this island where my kind wasn't welcome.
One day in the deer park I found a book that clearly wasn't from
Themyscaria. To this day I have no idea where it came from. The first
page with printing on it said it was made in New York City back in 1922.
It was called THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF KIP CARPENTER and I would figure
out later it was written for male children. I was captivated from the
very first page, as this boy named Kip careened from one unlikely
adventure to the next, fighting pirates and bootleggers, saving nuns from
a huge forest fire by quickly building a raft that carried them all to
safety, and joining a traveling circus that traveled by airship. I read
that book until I nearly wore it out, and of course I was imagining that
I was Kip, that "daring and resourceful lad" who was "all boy" and "all-
American"...
This next part is a bit embarrassing to admit.... But you have to
understand that all the males I had ever seen had various incredible
powers. Bat-Ears must have had his gifts taken away somehow; but Kip
Carpenter must have had something that allowed him to survive his life of
near constant peril (perhaps it was that mysterious "luck and pluck" the
book spoke of...). I became convinced that all males had super powers,
and if I was a boy then I must have them too. I only needed to discover
what my powers were---and like Diana had told me---to believe in myself!
I caused a lot of excitement and barely escaped serious injury or death
when I climbed up onto the peak of the Great Temple and attempted to fly.
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I got into a bit of trouble when I stole a small fishing boat and tried
to escape to the mainland in it. I was intercepted far out at sea by our
two fastest longboats rowed by big shouldered oarswomen. But I got in
less trouble than I would have if I hadn't played dumb and told them I
must have got turned around somehow because I thought I was headed home.
But the docks were watched closely after that.
Another year passed. My breasts had begun to swell and I knew they were
only going to get bigger. And at each full moon I was starting to find a
little blood coming from me below, from that place I didn't like to look
at too closely or even think about. I didn't know what could be done
about these changes but I knew I didn't like them. I tried to hide them
both from Mother because I wouldn't have been able to stand hearing the
words: "You're becoming a woman!", and having her expect me to be happy
about it.
But maybe in the world outside of Paradise Island they had cures for
these things.
I had drawn plans for a small sailing vessel and was attempting to build
it out behind a grove of cypress trees---which was a lot harder than it
was for that boy in the book---when an amazing thing happened.
Diana returned. Her mother welcomed her home, but it was only going to be
a short stay, since she was still more or less exiled but would be
allowed to visit from now on. She had arrived in an amazing airplane that
she had flown herself, and that believe it or not was invisible! The only
part of it I saw was a bit of interior when she opened a hatch and
climbed out.
I abandoned my plans to build a boat, abandoned nearly everything I owned
except a knife, some gold coins and my favorite book, then sadly wrote my
mother a quick goodbye note and found my way back to Diana's airplane.
And after a lot of feeling around on its invisible hull I found my way
into it, glad to see that it wasn't invisible at all from the inside.
It had a cockpit where the pilot sat and a small storage area behind it
that luckily had room for me. I waited all day and half the night in that
little space until Diana returned. She started the engines and we shot
straight up into the air. I was really doing this! I was going to live in
that other world, and somehow or other I would do it as a boy, and then
as a man!
We were leaving Themysciran airspace---that point where our watchers
became alarmed if an airplane flew in past it---when Diana said loudly:
"You can come out now..."
She'd known I was back there the whole time. I climbed out through the
little door, feeling like my plans had been defeated once again.
But then again this was Diana. The woman who was almost a sister. The one
who listened to me and really seemed to hear me. So when she asked me,
"Why are you trying to leave Themyscira?" I told her. I told her
everything, from my first feelings that something was wrong, I told her
things I had told my counselor and things I had never dared say aloud. I
told her things about me and how I felt that even I didn't know until
they came rushing out here in this magical airplane.
Somewhere in the middle of this I started crying. I didn't stop until she
had put the plane on "autopilot" then came over to me and held me for a
long, long time.
Then she whispered something to me that I had never even dreamed I might
hear some day, but it was the most precious thing anyone had ever said to
me: "It's going to be alright, Little Brother."
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On our flight to America I learned a lot. She said that there were other
boys like me. And there were girls who had been born boys and had been
just as unhappy about it as I was about being a girl. This was almost
inconceivable to me, that anyone would want to give up being a boy! But
she laughed and told me: "They say the same thing about being a girl!"
And I found out these boys and girls in the wrong bodies actually could
do something about their unhappy lives, and start living lives that fit
the person they were inside. Then I started crying again, but out of
happiness this time.
I said, "I guess I'm not a very good boy..."
"Why do you say that?" she asked.
"Because boys are never supposed to cry."
"Who told you that?" she wanted to know, and so I brought out my book.
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF KIP CARPENTER is now somewhere on the bottom of
the Pacific Ocean.
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She was flying the plane again now, and I was in the seat beside her. We
were flying over America. It's a lot bigger than Themyscira!
She asked me how I expected to live in a world that that I knew nothing
about, where I would have no money and no friends. I showed her my gold
coins, which she said would last about a week. I told her I was going to
figure out something. I had to. I couldn't live in a place that hated who
I was inside. Or who they THOUGHT I was, because their ideas about males
didn't describe me at all. But either way I couldn't stay there.
She said, "It's not like Themyscira here. It's a rough world, with a lot
of horrible violent people who like to take what isn't theirs."
"I know how to fight," I said.
She nodded, "I was talking to my old swords instructor, asking her if
there were any exceptional students. She mentioned you. She said you had
a lot of potential but your anger makes you tend to fight blindly
sometimes. But anyway, you were seriously expecting to just land
someplace and go sleep on the streets?"
I said, "I think I would do all right."
"You might not have to. I have a friend that you might be able to stay
with. I'm sure he would put you up for a short while, but it could turn
out to be much longer."
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This friend of hers lived in a gigantic mansion outside of a large
American city called Gotham. It had a place on the roof for Diana to park
her invisible jet. An old man led us down some winding steps to meet her
friend. It took me a while, but I recognized him as one of the people who
came to fight for us during the coup. The one without special powers.
We went inside, and Diana told him all about me. She even told him that I
wasn't quite a boy quite yet, which made me feel embarrassed and afraid
of what he would think of me, but I guess she had to tell him. If I was
really going to stay here he would have found out sooner or later.
"Well I am sort of between sidekicks at the time. Dick's doing quite well
as Nightwing, and the new kid, he wasn't really working out, and ran off.
Probably back with the League of Assassins by now. Can she---Please
excuse me, Son!---I mean can HE fight?"
"I think you'll be pleased," she grinned.
The mansion had several types of gyms and dojos and fencing rooms, and he
tested me in each one. And he really was pleased. But so was I. I could
tell that this man was exceptional, even without Clark's strength or
Barry's speed---and he could teach me a lot. Not just about fighting, but
about being a man in the very best sense of the word.
So I became a ward of Mr. Wayne. A student by day, a costumed crime
fighter by night, and a boy all the time. We made an appointment with the
best gender specialists in Gotham City, but there were other matters to
take care of first...
I had no birth certificate, or anything that said who I was, but Mr.
Wayne took care of that. I didn't even have a name except Phyllissa. I
had never even picked one that I could think of myself by. But now I
picked Kip after the Kip Carpenter, whose adventures cheered me up during
some of the lowest days of my life, and Trevor after Steve Trevor, a male
friend of Diana's that she'd often spoke about.
It's my other name I'm not crazy about. The one I wasn't allowed to pick
myself. I really wish he hadn't stuck me with a dumb, girly name like
Robin!
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THANK YOU FOR READING MY LITTLE ONE-DRAFT SCRIBBLE,
PLEASE COMMENT!
(And no I don't know where babies come from on Themyscira.
No one else ever explained it so I just left it...)
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