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Posted by Donna Troy
on 4/15/2009, 6:39 am
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The year is two thousand and nine and despite religion being more diverse than ever, the truth of the fact is that worship to the gods, any gods has dwindled. No fires burn in their names, no sacrifices are raised and deep in the heart of man, no soul cries for their return.
But nine days ago, the gods themselves refused to simply bow down and except that their role on earth was as inevitable as the tide, each day washes a little more sand away from the shore until in the end there is nothing less. Their insatiable hunger to prove themselves had lead them to re-establishing the Amazons, whilst at the same time creating a new island called Thalarion, there the king of the gods Zeus breathed new life, creating an army that would rival the Amazons own, they call themselves Gargareans, men of strength and skill in battle.
But now these men march, with power and hunger, spears and shields like the Spartans, they have born arms, readying to march against man world, teaching all who walk the truth of gods. Bow down your heads and pray or be washed away in the tide of blood.
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Earth 22:
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“Troy, the walls collapsing”
“I SAID I GOT IT, MOVE THEM PEOPLE OUT OF HERE”
“But”
“NOW”
I have to shout, the warriors heart that beats within me as I brace the ever-crumbling wall behind me, yearns for release. My arms and legs burn with the fire needed to sustain me.
“There out”
No sooner has the Green Lantern known to all as Alan Scott speaks, than do I feel the power of his ring wash over me, a bubble of emerald energy expands around me, taking the weight of the wall away from my muscles.
“What happened?”
“My best guess, a gas main explosion. But right now it’s just a guess”
“And a bad one at that”
We both turn directions towards the third voice, our eyes scan the area, but its not until the tiny Atom begins to grow that we realise we are among friends.
“You found something”
“Yes and its worrying to say the least”
“Parts of a mother box where found amongst the wreckage, my best guess. Someone tried to open a boom tube and brought the whole area down.”
“But that’s New God technology”
“Indeed, I’ve set orbital satellites to scan for Boom Tube transmissions, if another rift opens, we’ll be ready”
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
“That cant be good”
“Way to state the obvious Alan, another Boom Tube is opening”
“Where”
“According to this, no that can’t be right, it’s forming directly on top of us. Everybody move”
I take flight when the dimensional rip opens, instantly gravity begins to shift and like the air I fly on, I slowly begin to be sucked in.
“ALAN” my scream is barely heard, but it’s enough as green energy envelops my body, I now float tethered to a power ring. But the look on Alan’s face tells me already how this is going to end. The beads of sweat that drip upon his brow, his face scrunches as he battles his own will, in the end I see him whisper he’s sorry before the line is cut and I rip away.
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Earth:
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Once more I feel air rip asunder as I hit sand hard. It takes me a few minutes to regain my sense of balance and breath, rising to my feet; I look around and see a familiar site. The main land floats, its beauty unparalleled, I’m home on Themyscira.
I take to the air, my black glistening suit sparkles under the suns glaze. Instinctively I head for the capital. However as I touch down I find chaos, masses of Amazons seem to be surrounding the palace gate and there speaking to them all is the queen of the amazons herself, Hippolyta.
I swoop down, instantly rushing forward amongst the crowd, as I pass I hear voices. Speaking of war on mans world, men and memories return. By the time I’ve made my way to the front I am as confused as the crowd that surrounds me. Why was I brought here and just what is going on.
To Be Continued…
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