Chapter 1

The old man stroked his long white beard. As he uttered a few final words of prayer, he turned to the younger man addressing him.

“Nikomedos, I received your message,” the man, in his late twenties, wrung his hands. “I have some concerns.”

“Akakios, my friend – for you are not only my most apt pupil, but a friend as well – there is nothing to fear.”

Akakios bowed his head slightly. “And I have great trust in you as well. You’ve been a great mentor, and I humbly strive to follow your example.”

The two men shared a smile before Nikomedos directed his student’s attention to the massive statue of Zeus. Seated in an elaborate and ornate throne, the father of the gods’ head nearly touched the ceiling of the temple. He held in one hand a statuette of Nike, the winged goddess of victory; in the other hand was a massive scepter topped with an eagle.

“My young friend, there is not much more you can learn from me. Soon you will be taking over the role of Hierus of this temple. But there is one thing: trust not in me, but in Zeus himself. Can you not feel him smiling upon us? This is his will.”

Akakios looked to the statue, trying to overcome his own doubt. Summoning his courage, he studied the stern gaze of the sculpted marble face. “Almighty Zeus,” he whispered, closing his eyes. Surely, he felt, it would take much more before he was ready to be a priest of the god of thunder. He was barely able to shake his head. “I’m sorry, Mentor Nikomedos, I believe you; it’s just… the people will have a harder time than I am with accepting this news.”

Nikomedos nodded and clasped the younger man on the shoulder. “I know… I know,” he assured him solemnly. “But, it is as I said. I know it’s his will. It was if he whispered it to me in a dream.”

Akakios turned to face him, fear on his face as he nodded. “But how will we convince them? I’m worried for you, teacher. What if they accuse you of heresy, or worse?”

The wizened man smiled. “Leave that to me. There are always naysayers in any matter.”

“In a matter such as this, though?”

“Yes, the Olympic games are sacred, of course. But even they are not immune from controversy. Remember the last Olympiad? Kallias of Athens was accused of a most scandalous deed. Rumors spread quickly that he was seen having suspicious interactions with both his rivals and the Hellanodikai.”

Akakios nodded as he recalled the controversy four years ago. “Ah, yes, the Hellanodikai judges launched an investigation into the accusations. Witnesses were called, and evidence was examined. Despite his denials, the evidence against him was compelling. The judges found him guilty of bribery and cheating.”

“Exactly. As you know, Kallias was stripped of his titles and victories. He was banned from participating in future games, and his name was recorded in the Olympic records as a cautionary tale against dishonesty. The games indeed have faced challenges and controversies before. Yet, through the wisdom of the judges and the will of the gods, justice was served. Kallias was punished, and the integrity of the games was upheld. This time, the gods themselves have spoken, commanding us to break from tradition and embrace a new path. Just as we trusted the gods to guide us through Kallias's trial, we must trust them now."

Akakios did not feel comforted. “But master,” he protested as he started pacing, “the people will be shocked, and then angry. They’ll call you a madman! Zeus commanding a woman to compete? It’s unheard of!”

Calm and composed, Nikomedos placed a reassuring hand on Akakios’ chin. "Akakios, my dear student,” he said, “remember the lessons of the gods. They often challenge us to see beyond the veil of our mortal understanding." He gently guided Akakios to the altar, where a small flame flickers in an oil lamp. “This vision that came to me was not a dream born of mortal folly. Zeus made us in his image. Is it not written: In Elysium, the chains of old are broken to forge a path of peace; unity! Brother and sister alike!”

Akakios nodded. “You are much wiser than I. You speak the truth, of course.”

Nikomedos picked up an incense stick, and lit it in the flame. It burned brightly for a moment before dimming once taken from the flame, leaving an aromatic trail of white wisps following the stick. "Just as this flame yields to the air, so must we yield to the wisdom of the gods."

"But Master, the people... they are not as enlightened. They fear change."

“True,” Nikomedos answered with a sad look. “But, they also respect authority, strength, and divine favor. Our new… ambassador…” he faltered, then smiled, “Woman though she may be, will help get that point across. I have heard tale of her. She is on a mission of peace and goodwill. I’m sure there will be some reluctance in accepting this, but all she needs is a chance, and for the people to see it for themselves.”

“Therein lies my worry, master,” Akakios said. “The people are bound by tradition and fear what they don’t understand.”

"That is precisely why we must stand firm in our faith. Tradition is the foundation, yes, but it must also be flexible to grow and adapt. Remember, even the great heroes of old faced resistance when they challenged the norms of their times."

“You’re right, of course. And what if they revolt? What if they attempt to interfere with the will of the gods? What then?”

"I have considered that, my boy. The gods' will is not always easy to comprehend, nor is it always welcomed. But it is our duty to trust in their wisdom. Hippolyta’s presence here is a sign of the gods' desire for unity. She brings with her the strength of the Amazons and the promise of a future where we can all coexist in peace."

“Amazons, master? I thought that was just a tall tale. Who is this Hippolyta you speak of?”

Nikomedos grinned. "The Amazons are no mere myth, Akakios. They are a fierce and noble people, warriors who live far from here on an isle not known to man, not even me. Hippolyta is their queen, renowned for her strength, wisdom, and leadership."

Akakios’ eyes widened in surprise and delight. He had always thought it was a tale mothers spun for their children, but in the back of his mind he always fantasized about such a phenomenal woman actually existing. Focusing on the present situation, he resumed his questions. “I see, and I stand by you and the vision of the gods. But I still don’t understand why suddenly, now, Zeus and Athena command such a thing?”

Nikomedos looked to the statue, then to his student thoughtfully. “The city-states are in constant strife. The Aegean Sea is plagues by pirates. Ares has made sure of it, and has even brought woe upon the Amazons, if I understand correctly,” he sighed. “Yes, the gods are complex, to be sure. Why does Poseidon punish simple merchant vessels while giving passage to those with ill intent? It’s hard to say, but the stubbornness and cunning of some men sometimes allow them to escape justice, if only temporarily. But it’s clear to me that Zeus and his favored daughter, Athena, wish to change that. Hippolyta is on a mission to bridge the divide between our peoples, to show that even those we consider different can share in our values and aspirations.”

Akakios smiled, finally feeling hope in his heart. “I hope the people understand. Will they be able to see past their prejudices?”

Nikomedos matched his smile. "It will not be easy, Akakios. Change never is. But Hippolyta's actions will speak louder than any words.”

“I pray for all our sake that we can make people see reason.”

“If they do not, well… then I will face them with the same courage I ask of you. Courage to stand for what is right, to embrace the future the gods envision for us. If I must be a scapegoat for this divine mission, then so be it. But I have faith that the truth, and the gods, will prevail. Now, come, prepare with me. Hippolyta and her retinue are due to arrive early after daybreak."

***

Chapter 2

A large crowd was gathered at the stadium grounds. After the sacrificial rituals and prayers led by Nikomedos, assisted by Akakios and a handful of temple acolytes, Nikomedos made his way to the platform as Akakios watched anxiously. The aging Hierus raised his hands, calling the restless crowd to silence. Curious, the many shouting fans gradually quieted down.

"Welcome one and all to the sacred grounds of Olympia! I thank all of you who made the arduous trek from lands afar. I stand before you not as a mere man, but as a vessel for the will of Zeus. Hear me, and let the words of the gods resonate within your hearts."

Many bowed their heads in reverence, while others raised their hands to the sky, and some unable to contain their excitement, jumped and rejoiced.

“Before I introduce all of our athletes, I have an important message to relay. In a vision, Zeus revealed himself to me, commanding that the queen of the Amazons be allowed to compete in our sacred games. This decree, supported by Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, is a call for unity and peace among all people."

Murmurs quickly spread through the stands.

“What did he say?”

“I must have misheard as well.”

“Please speak up! We can’t understand back here!”

“He mentioned a queen.”

Nikomedos raised his hands again, putting all his effort into being loud and articulate. “My dear friends, understand me! As you all know, the games are a time when we all put aside our differences. Even Sparta and Athens, always at each others’ necks, have agreed to lay down their arms so that all may travel safely and enjoy friendly competition! Let me assure you all, this is no cause for alarm. Now, I know this is unprecedented. I know you fear change. But remember, the gods often challenge us to grow. Hippolyta's participation is not a defilement of our tradition but an evolution of it. It is a sign that the gods believe in our capacity for greatness, for acceptance, for peace."

More murmuring was heard as people confirmed to each other and processed what they were being told. The occasional shout and argument rang out.

“Women aren’t allowed to do such things!”

“They are allowed to train and own horses, but that’s all! They can’t enter this sacred ground!”

“Well, it’s an interesting concept. Maybe you Thebians should be more like us in Delphi. Why, take the Oracle. Only a woman can become the Oracle and receive insight from Apollo’s all-seeing eye.”

“Okay, but… an athlete, though?!”

“Well… I admit it’s a bit radical.”

“Heresy! Claiming to speak to Zeus, of all things!”

“Silence!” Nikomedos stood firm in voice and conviction. “The gods have spoken, and their will is clear. Do you dare question Zeus himself? Or do you lack the faith to trust in their wisdom?" He challenged the crowd, his faith allowing him to keep fear at bay. Meanwhile Akakios, for his part, got on his knees and prayed that the crowd’s doubt would survive their own tests of faith.

Yet the crowd was beginning to grow more hostile. One man stepped out of the stands to step closer, making his grievance known. “With all due respect, Hierus: this is outlandish! I may be a simple farmer, but you are asking too much of us! How can we be expected to believe such things! Where were the gods when my crops failed?”

The crowd quickly silenced at the audacity of this farmer, after an almost unanimous gasp.

“My good man,” Nikomedos said calmly as he opened his arms and bid the farmer to approach. “What is your name?”

He quickly regretted his bold challenge; what if the gods heard him? But it was too late now. He silently prayed for forgiveness, just in case. But, he reasoned, this old man spoke daring claims invoking Zeus himself. Was his question so much worse? Feeling the collective eyes upon him, he forced himself to answer.

“I am Simion, son of Cleon of Argos. Forgive me, high priest Nikomedos… and forgive me, Demeter, for my frustration,” he added, looking to the sky before closing his eyes. He fought back a fearful tear, as Demeter was known to be a goddess as merciless and vengeful as she was generous. “I… my comment was uncalled for… I have dealt with much loss, and making the journey here was rough on me.”

Nikomedos folded his hands together with a kind gesture toward Simion. “I understand, good farmer. Our hearts are vulnerable to human hardships, and I am sorry for your loss. Even on sacred ground, though we must… be mindful, some troubles are hard to forget. May you be judged for your deeds and not one moment of pain.”

Simion bowed his head before continuing. “Thank you, and yes, may the gods smile upon all of us during this sacred time. But, if I may. It’s just… your claims are… unheard of. You said as much yourself.”

Simon paused, expecting to be interrupted. Nikomedos patiently nodded as the farmer weighed his next words. “I’m not as well studied on such things, but… in my lifetime, I’ve never seen… proof of direct interven—”

KA-BOOM!

Simion was knocked off his feet before he could finish his words. Lightning had stuck seemingly where he stood, blinding everyone in the crowd. Everyone looked up at the clear sky – not even a trace of a cloud! Nikomedos rushed to where Simion lay on the ground, praying out loud for Zeus to forgive this man, or at least have mercy on his soul. After moments that seemed to last an eternity, the crowd silently watched as the priest checked on the farmer and then scanned his eyes toward the stadium entrance. He locked eyes with Akakios, the tension palpable to everyone. Akakios watched as Nikomedos’ expression softened, and the farmer started to stir and open his eyes. The cheers of rejoice were deafening as Nikomedos helped Simion to his feet.

Cries of joy only increased as Akakios ran with two guards over to the recovering Simion. The guards helped walk the unsteady but alive man outside to find a doctor. Akakios shouted his thanks to the heavens as Nikomedos joined him, followed by the crowd. It was a miracle! The crowd had turned from hostile to accepting. Another man, about the same age as Nikomedos, hurried toward the pair while waving his arms to the crowd. Seeing that he wished to speak Nikomedos motioned for the crowd to quiet. After some time, eventually the rabble died down enough for the newcomer to speak.

“I am Markos, elder of a nearby village. We trust in the gods, and we trust in you, Nikomedes. Let the Amazon queen compete, as the gods have commanded!"

While some in the gathering remained silent, and others still were obviously unhappy, those groups seemed to be in the minority. For most people, they were convinced regardless of their feelings about tradition and upbringing. Applause started rolling in, followed by cheers of agreement.

“A divine sign!”

“Zeus has spoken. Praise Zeus!”

“There’s no arguing with the heavens. Thank the gods and their messengers for mercy to that poor man!”

Just then Akakios spotted the signal he was waiting for. The honor guard at the top of the gates were waving torches. His heart skipped a beat. “She’s here!”

***

Chapter 3

"The moment has come, Akakios. Prepare yourself."

Akakios, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves, nodded fervently. He had listened intently to Nikomedos' tales of Hippolyta's beauty and strength, and now he was eager to witness the Amazon queen himself. He straightened his robes and took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing thoughts.

As the gates slowly creaked open, the crowd fell into an awed silence. The first to enter were the Amazonian warriors, their armor gleaming in the morning sunlight, their expressions stern and focused. Behind them, riding a majestic white horse, was Hippolyta.

Akakios quickly realized that nothing could have prepared himself for this. The Amazon guards were beautiful, easily more so than any he had met before. Their queen, however, left him breathless as she smiled first to him, then quickly to Nikomedos and the other officials gathered to greet her. It was all he could do to stop his jaw from dropping as she raised a smooth yet muscular arm and waved to the crowd. An unfamiliar feeling tingled throughout Akakios’ body. He had a devout upbringing and was a servant to the gods. Legend had it that the Amazons had been gifted by Aphrodite with beauty inside and out, and his eyes told him that much was true. A slight smirk crossed Hippolyta’s face as she briefly acknowledged Akakios once more before dismounting her horse and ordering her envoy escorts to make their exit.

Akakios felt his face redden as he averted his eyes and nervously fidgeted with the linen wrap draped over his left shoulder. He took note of the warriors once more. Each was unique, having various skin and hair tones. He also saw that their armor was lighter than traditional hoplite kit. None of them wore helmets, but a metal headband. One looked more like a circlet while another had extending face guards, and yet another looked more like a traditional headdress worn by local women. Lastly, or perhaps most notably, their armor seemed more exposing than practical. The material was an intricate mix of leather and metal – iron and bronze, he supposed – and their arms and shoulders were bare, except for shining fingerless gauntlets that went nearly to their elbows. And they weren’t apparently wearing a tunic underneath! The bottoms of their cuirasses consisted of flared strips as one would be accustomed to seeing, but their thighs were exposed! Only greaves armored their shins. Akakios felt his face flush even further as he scanned the crowd and realized he wasn’t the only one.

However, they were soon disregarded by the audience as Hippolyta's presence commanded the attention of everyone in the vicinity. Her long, light colored hair flowed freely, adorned with a simple yet elegant golden circlet. Her blue eyes, sharp and piercing, scanned the crowd with a sense of calm authority. She wore an elegant full lenght peplos dress, perhaps a rare fabric like cotton, that flowed with the late morning breeze. It was dyed an indigo color with a gold brooch securing it at her shoulder, with a regal purple wrap draped across her other shoulder. Like the other warriors, she wore brilliant wrist guards and her greaves were visible only somewhat as she walked. Finally, across her waist was a brilliant golden girdle. Akakios took a deep breath, and reminded himself of the reality: he was in the presence of a queen. Remembering himself, he quickly cleared his throat, as well as his mind.

"Welcome, Queen Hippolyta of the Amazons, to Olympia. I am Akakios, student of Nikomedes. We are honored to have you here." Akakios gave a courteous bow.

"Thank you, Akakios. I am honored to be here, to partake in these sacred games and to bring a message of peace from the Amazons."

Nikomedos joined them, his expression one of serene confidence.

"Queen Hippolyta, your presence here is a sign of the gods' favor. Together, we shall show the people the path to unity and understanding."

The crowd, initially hesitant, began to murmur in curiosity and intrigue. The sight of the Amazon queen, with her dignified bearing and the stories of her mission of peace, slowly began to chip away at their skepticism.

The rest of the Olympian delegates greeted her in turn, and once the introductions were concluded, Nikomedos turned to all the spectators to address them. He introduced Hippolyta and reiterated his assurances that her presence would be a boon to all factions and the start of a new era of prosperity and peace. He reminded them that the eyes of the deities were clearly on the competitors as well as the fans, and that divine providence was now being left for them to fulfill.

Nikomedos then spoke a bit about the events, which most would already be familiar with anyway: the Stadion, a straight sprint; the Diaulos, a race across the field and back again; the Dolichos, a long distance race; the Hoplite Race; the Pentathlon; Wrestling; Pankration, a no-holds-barred combat sport combining boxing and wrestling; and finally, the Chariot Race.

Again, questioning looks and utterances seemed to be growing. Nikomedos gathered all the judges together while Hippolyta respectfully stood aside. One of the Hellanodikai judges, Lysandros, broke the silence.

“Respected Hierus, I think I may know what the people are concerned about. As we all know, of course, athletes compete without clothes. With the exception of the Hoplite and Chariot races, obviously. But this does seem to present a dilemma.”

“I agree,” said Judge Thales. “Even in Sparta, we would consider it extremely profane to have a woman oiled and nude, parading around.”

“Indeed,” added Judge Philon. “The tradition of the games requires that athletes compete nude. This custom has been upheld for centuries to honor the gods and to ensure fairness and equality among the competitors."

“A delicate matter,” said Judge Theophanes. “I don’t see how we proceed without causing scandal or offense! The people are already uneasy about a woman competing. This could further incite their fears and prejudices.

Nikomedos looked thoughtful, weighing the importance of tradition against the command of the gods. “What a dilemma! This is uncharted territory. I don’t think we can simply rely on the gods to answer our every petty mortal concern. Perhaps a fresh perspective…” he turned to Akakios.

Akakios froze. “Me?”

Nikomedos nodded proudly. “Think carefully. Consider what we know. Hippolyta's presence here is by the will of Zeus and Athena.”

Akakios thought hard. “We clearly can’t turn her away and question divine judgment. Plus, she’s come all this way from… wherever it is, surely it must be quite far to have remained a secret.”

The judges and Nikomedes watched him expectantly. “Correct,” his teacher encouraged. “Take your time, and continue when you are ready. Think about everything you’ve learned, and open your heart.”

Akakios did just that, closing his eyes and trying to visualize the gods themselves, drinking wine and cheering and enjoying the festivities. He imagined that they could be in this very coliseum, each having their own opinion depending on their personalities. He focused on all his knowledge of the gods, since he was a child, for what must have been many minutes. Finally, feeling like all the eyes of the world were burning him alive, he noticed an owl in an olive tree next to the stage.

“Athena! Zeus’ favored daughter. Athena is the warrior goddess, and the Amazon tribe are her people. They were gifted by the gods with wisdom and strength.” He paused, piecing together this information. He looked over to Hippolyta, who seemed to sense the gravity of the situation. She gave him a nod of encouragement that bolstered his confidence.

“I’ve got it. Eureka! Queen Hippolyta surely is gifted with extraordinary strength, and the Amazonian armor appears to be designed for freedom of movement anyway.” He involuntarily recalled the images in his mind, and blushed.

Nikomedos clapped his hands together. “It sounds like you’ve solved our problem. Shall I call over the queen?”

“Yes,” Akakios declared. “I’m certain now.”

Hippolyta strode over as Nikomedos motioned to her. “You all seem to have exciting news.”

Akakios summarized what he had told the group, and his conclusion. “With these things in mind, your majesty, I believe you should be allowed to compete in all the events as you would in any other situation: dressed for battle. The other athletes compete… the way they do, to achieve the maximum results. But, if the legends are true, I think these men may be outmatched even by a… well, fully clad Amazon.”

“Excellent work, my boy!” exclaimed Nikomedos. “I knew you would resolve this matter!” He looked at Akakios as if her were so proud he could explode.

“Wise indeed!” A grateful smile spread across the queens face, dazzling all on the stage and beyond.

Akakios smiled and nodded modestly. “What say you, judges?”

Each thought about it and nodded in agreement. “It’s settled, then,” Lysandros declared.

“It only seems sensible to me,” Thales added. “Considering the alternative, well, I could see an argument that it would be too… disruptive.”

Akakios blushed once more, and Hippolyta shook her head with a chuckle. But with wisdom and maturity befitting her title, she cleared her throat. “I knew you’d all make the right choice, together.” She winked at Akakios, who blushed even more deeply as his heart pounded in his chest. Nikomedos smiled at the interaction and the wisdom of his someday successor.

Suddenly, Hippolyta undid the clasp on her brooch and girdle and, with one swift motion, pulled her flowing dress over her head. Everyone on the platform stood, jaw agape, as a surprised and confused sigh spread among the congregation. To everyone’s surprise, Hippolyta was wearing a set of armor much like her warriors, except it was a vibrant red and blue with gold trim. Along her collarbone was an adornment that looked like an eagle with its wings spread, complete with a beaked head at the center. Across her waistline was similar gold belt design, but instead of a buckle there was a wavy shape like a sideways letter Σ (sigma). The din of the crowd soon turned to cheers as even more people were won over by her striking display. Perhaps, Akakios reasoned, her unrivaled beauty and unique armor had a little hand in that. He shook his head to remind himself to be virtuous and pure, especially in these sacred circumstances. About this time, he noticed the judges sharing a bit of his blushing trait, and maybe even a hint of it on the face of Nikomedos… Akakios wondered if Judge Thales’ concern still stood, regardless of the clothing.

“Now then,” stated Nikomedos, “I guess it’s time to spread the news!”

***

Chapter 4

The first three days of the games had passed. The midday sun shone bright and clear, enhancing the palpable energy in the air. Nikomedos joined the judges in theit tent. “The past few days have been nothing short of amazing!” he declared.

Lysandros wiped his brow. “All three foot races, easily won by Hippolyta!” he said.

Theophanes nodded. “If we had not seen it with my own eyes, who would believe us? The short and medium sprints, as well as the long distance run. She moved with grace and speed I’ve never seen!”

“It was no surprise that the Hoplite Race was the same!” added Thales. “Considering she only added a sword and shield to her load.”

Philon frowned. “The pentathalon raised some eyebrows, as well as concerns. Hippolyta threw the javelin so hard that the workers are still trying to dislodge it from the stone wall. And she threw the discus far into the clouds. We’ll never find it!”

Nikomedos chuckled. “Yes, there were rumblings about sorcery. But I know better! Clearly she’s more accustomed to more challenging tests of strength!”

“That’s the problem. Don’t you see?” Philon argued. “The next events are wrestling and freestyle fighting. We can’t have the other athletes being tossed around like dolls! This is too much!”

As if on cue, suddenly Akakios ran into the tent, panting. “Gentlemen!” he shouted. “There’s a bit of an issue.” He gestured for them to follow as he ran back out.

The judges and Nikomedos followed closely behind and looked where Akakios was pointing: Hippolyta had her hands out, keeping the Spartan athlete Xanthos at bay as he confronted her.

“You! Amazon! You have no place here, stealing victories from real warriors. A Woman's only place is to be married off young, to bear children, and to serve their husbands. You mock our traditions with your presence!"

Hippolyta remained calm, her eyes unwavering as she faced him. “Calm yourself, Spartan. I bear you no ill will. Please, listen to reason. The people and the judges…”

Xanthos cut her off. “Enough of your lies! You do not belong here. In the name of Sparta, I will take you back as a slave. You will learn your place!"

He lunged at her, attempting to restrain her. Hippolyta moved swiftly, easily overpowering him. She twisted his arm behind his back and pushed him to the ground, her strength and skill evident. Xanthos continued to struggle, growing enraged.

“False prophet!” He uttered through gritted teeth. “Just as Heracles and his men subdued your kind, you too will bend the knee.”

At the mention of Heracles, Hippolyta tightened her grip on Xanthos’ wrist, eventually causing him to let out a pained scream.

“I was there, Xanthos. Heracles defeated us through trickery. But as I said, I am here by the will of the gods as an ambassador of peace.” She released him, and he rubbed his wrist where she squeezed him.

Nikomedos and Akakios rushed to their sides followed cautiously by the judges. While Nikomedos checked on Xanthos, Akakios took the opportunity to ask Hippolyta if she was all right. As she nodded, he realized it was a silly question based on everything that just transpired. But still, it seemed like the right thing to do.

“This isn’t over,” the Spartan mumbled as he walked away.

“Queen Hippolyta,” Nikodemos asked, “You say you not only witnessed the tale of Heracles, but actually took part in it?”

Hippolyta smiled, then looked at Akakios knowingly. “Yes. It was thousands of years ago, and the tales are true. There's a lot more to it, of course. But the extended details will have to wait for another time."

All the men were dumbfounded. “How… how is this possible?” Thales stammered.

“Akakios,” Nikodemos said, “you seem knowledgeable on this subject.”

“I did not realize the Amazons were immortal,” Akakios said. “But I suppose it does make sense… yes, I was fascinated with the tales my mother used to tell me.”

Hippolyta crossed her arms, smiling. “Sounds like your mother was a wise woman. Do tell me more.”

“Well, the Amazons were granted by Athena the warrior spirit, and the gift of wisdom so that they may be guided by truth and justice. Artemis granted them the eye of the hunter as well as unity with the beasts. Demeter ensured their lands would be blessed with bountiful harvests, as well as harvesting the power and strength of the Earth itself. Hestia gave them the warmth of fire, both in their homes and in their hearts. And finally, Aphrodite blessed them with beauty inside and out.”

The Amazon nodded her head. He spoke only facts, but humility made her grateful anyway. “You’re quite well educated, I see. You’re a good man, as is your mentor.”

Nikodemos smiled in acknowledgment. “I know he will excel as my successor.”

Judge Philon spoke up. “Forgive me for saying so, but this is a concern. We’re dealing with, what? A demigoddess? Or in any case, someone with an obvious advantage.”

Hippolyta nodded in agreement. “It’s true. You can say it; it’s unfair. I don’t know why I was bid to come here.”

The men all looked at each other, perplexed. “I’ll admit,” Nikodemos said, “it does all seem confusing now. Your strength, skill, and honor are unmatched. All the best champions of Greece can’t possibly hold a candle to your feats.”

“Competing with an advantage doesn’t seem to fit with the true spirit of the games. Perhaps I was called here not to win crowns of laurel, but to witness the world of man. Not much has changed since my last adventure, but I think I see now the potential for change. The people, while mixed in their reaction, prove that they can open their hearts. Relatively speaking, of course.”

“So, what now?”

“I wish to address the crowd.”

***

Chapter 5

"People of Greece, judges, fellow competitors. I stand before you humbled by the strength and spirit I have witnessed here. I came as an ambassador of peace, and I competed as commanded by the gods. But I have realized that my divine advantage has made this competition unfair."

A murmur spread through the crowd, surprise and confusion evident on their faces.

“I believe I was called here not to humble the world of men, but to grow, understand, and in turn be humbled myself." She paused, looking at the judges, then at the crowd.

“I defer the championship. The honor should go to those who competed without divine advantage, who fought with their human spirit and strength. I will continue to watch over this world and be ready for when I am truly needed. And now, fair people, I bid you farewell, for I have a personal matter of great importance to attend to.”

Nikomedes, deeply moved, stepped forward. "Queen Hippolyta, your wisdom and humility are a testament to your true strength. Your decision honors the gods and our traditions."

Hippolyta nodded, her resolve clear.

The crowd listened in awe, their respect for Hippolyta growing. They erupted in applause, their acceptance and admiration evident. Hippolyta smiled, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. She had completed her mission at Olympia and now looked forward to the future with hope and purpose.

Later, outside the gates, Akakios accompanied Hippolyta as she prepared to mount her horse. Her escorts each rode proudly ahead, pausing out of earshot, when Akakios asked her to wait one moment.

Akakios looked wistfully to the horizon, then to her. "Queen Hippolyta, your presence here has been a gift to us all. We will remember your message of peace and unity. And we will honor the gods by striving to be worthy of their guidance."

"Thank you, Akakios. Your support has meant a great deal to me. You know, the world of men is not so different from ours. We all face dreams, struggles, and goals.” She looked at him with a gentle smile.

Akakios took a deep breath, stepping a bit closer.

“I know you must return to your homeland, but... I will never forget you. You have changed the way I see the world. I... I wish we had more time."

Hippolyta looked into his eyes sympathetically. She stroked his cheek and let out a sigh. “Alas, our paths are different. But your heart is pure and your spirit strong.”

Akakios nodded, trying to mask his disappointment. “Of course. So you’re returning home now, I assume?”

She pet her horse’s neck. “I’ve had a longing in my soul, and the oracle told me this was but the first step. She explained that in a former life, I had lost a daughter. I’m to form a baby out of clay, which the gods will breathe life into.”

Akakios processed the secret she just revealed. “The gods truly are amazing,” he said at last.

“Without question,” Hippolyta replied, then shrugged. “In the mean time, stay true to your values and yourself. And… who knows? Our paths may yet cross again, if the fates will it.” She smirked, adding, “The world can need saving at any time.” She leaned in and kissed his cheek, a gesture filled with both affection and farewell. Akakios blushed, his heart swelling with a mix of emotions.

Hippolyta then half climbed, half leapt onto the white horse and urged it forward with her heels.

"Farewell, Queen Hippolyta. May the gods guide you. One last thing: have you considered what you’ll name your child?"

Turning her head to answer him, she had a confident smile on her face. “Diana.” She rode off, Akakios watching her ride into the sunset.

The End