26 Ceress story Part 1 (1/2)

The beginning of this story, my daughter, starts with your grandmother Hippolyta, a woman of brilliance and high intelligence.

She was the mightiest warrior of the island of Smyrna who fought against invaders and led her people to victory many times over. But on her 20th birthday, a traveling minstrel changed her fate. This minstrel snuck into the island in one of the big fishing boats used by pirates. There was a big battle and when it ended only this minstrel survived. He wasn't a warrior, only a youth who had traveled from place to place since he was very young.

Hippolyta took a liking to him and made him her personal attendant. In turn, the boy told her of many things he had seen, people he had met, and the grand cities and kingdoms he had visited with his father, who was also a travelling minstrel like him.

Hippolyta was fascinated by these stories. By this time, she had already grown weary of the constant battles she and her people fought and was actually looking for an escape. Smyrna was a great big island situated between two warring kingdoms.The island was populated almost entirely of women and they have riches, gold and silver that the warring kingdoms covet. But what they want were the women most of all. The women were warriors of the first kind. Skilled in combat and warfare, they were a powerful force that could swing power to whosoever win them over. And Hippolyta was the biggest prize, for she was the queen of these Amazons.

Hippolyta already knew the outcome if one of these foes succeeded in conquering the island so she made her plans. There was a three-day celebration on hallows eve that the island and the surrounding kingdoms honor every year. There was to be no war or pillaging other than the full worship of the deities and the gods they acknowledged.

It was actually nothing more than a big orgy of gluttony, drinking and other base activities common to most men so Hippolyta took advantage of the merriment and made her escape. She and the 50,000 women she took with her eventually settled on the coast of a village they later named Saravia.

Years passed and life seemed to have settled peacefully for these women and Hippolyta.Every year, some of them would go out on a trip and get together with men from other villages. The women would get pregnant and go back to Saravia to give birth. All the baby boys were returned to their fathers while the baby girls stayed with their mothers. These girls will eventually received their training in combat and warfare when they get older.This way, the survival of the community was assured, as it had been for many centuries.

Hippolyta's fate, however, underwent another drastic change because of a man. Hippolyta was a benign leader. True, she could be a deep shit bitch but that's only when she's acting as the commander during war times. On peaceful times, she tends to prefer to live a quiet life, tending to her garden and reading her books. She also had a very inquisitive mind so she likes to experiment with chemicals and other stuff. She also perfected the art of weaponry and in fact had a massive collection of all kinds of weapons by the time Saravia was established.

But what she liked to do most was spend time alone in her favorite place, a grove with a gentle waterfall in the middle. She would swim there every morning, train with her weapons, read, hunt and basically live the quiet life she had wanted for a long time. She had even constructed a house some distance from the waterfall, along with a shed that served as a laboratory for her experiments.

She had decided to spend the winter there when a man out on a hunt knocked on her door one morning. She opened the door but didn't let him in. He knocked again and she slammed the door on his face. It went that way for several hours until Hippolyta grew annoyed and decided to leave.She had remembered that it was hunting season and the man was probably lost but since she didn't want to deal with him, she left.

The man, however, seemed to have the wrong impression. He turned out to be hiding in the trees and when he saw her leave he followed her. Hippolyta was annoyed so she challenged him to a duel. The man laughed, so did the other men with him, fellow hunters that acted as his coteries. There were twenty of them. There was only Hippolyta. She fought them using a wooden branch and defeated them so ignominiously, one of the men crawled on the ground and shouted for his mommy.

Their leader was stunned. Hippolyta was a woman of easy temperament. She was also somewhat of an exhibitionist. On summer days, when the weather turned so hot you can fry an egg on a forehead, she liked to go about her business wearing only the flimsiest pair of bikinis. She wasn't the only one though. All of her followers emulated their leader so the sight of nearly naked women moving about in one location can be quiet daunting, that is, if you're a man lucky enough to see such a sight.

That time, when Hippolyta entangled with the men in the grove, she was wearing a thick fur that covered her from head to toe. It was, after all, in the middle of winter and although she still liked to go swimming when the water was frigid cold, she wore the robe because she remembered that she had it with her. So, she fought the men and defeated them and the men had an eyeful of her gorgeous figure, naked under the black fur robe that enclosed her lissome body.

And that was that.Hippolyta went home and never thought of the man again. Summer arrived and the man who had invaded her private house at the grove and refused to leave was at her door knocking again.

This man had a very privileged life. He was the son of a very rich man who had just discovered politics. His mother was also rich but her side of the family had a more sinister background for they dabbled in the art of magic and her son was said to be the high-ranking warlock of the realm.

This man was really but a boy, for he was only 17 years old at that time and very spoiled. His concubines were said to have numbered 300 by the time he turned 15, which was rather an exaggeration since his house wasn't large enough to accommodate such an awesome number. But it was large enough to house 30, to his mother's everlasting frustration.

The boy was known as Li Cheung and he was very powerful. He was known in the seven kingdoms for the killing of a dragon that terrorized half the city of Siango. The boy led the strike and used magic or alchemy to bring the dragon down. The emperor even rewarded him with riches and a parade, with the women weeping over his handsome face like he was a god.

Hippolyta, who was unaware of the boy's fame, regarded him as a pest. She neither talked to him or even looked at him. Worst of all, she locked the gates of the village against him. Since the village, after all, considered men as mere vassals for their seed, one or two women asked him to mate with them. But the manner of their asking was so insulting, he refused and vowed revenge on Hippolyta for rejecting him.

Hippolyta didn't even know his name and even if she did she wouldn't even throw him a bone of interest so life went on calmly for her and agonizingly slow for him.