Part One
\nFor a while after she awoke, Nacatoh lay in the bed holding the man she loved.\nNiles Verner had left the town of Gotham because it had been getting too busy\nfor him. He rode far north to where he set up a trading post. Dealing with the\nnearby Atapoh indian village, he met the indian maiden who he fell in love with.\nOnly weeks before, the chief of the village held a ceremony to bind them as\nmates, to forever be in each other's hearts and minds. But this morning worried\nNacotah. Also known in her tribe as the Priestess, she knew that today was the\ntime for the ceremony. She would do the ritual and speak to Dasaina, Goddess of\nthe Elements. What would her diety think of the servant marrying a white man?
\nShe went to the clearing, disrobed and stood only wearing the necklace of power.\nBeads of hammered silver that alternated with small, semi-precious stones on a\nthin chain, it was not merely decorative, but a mantle of the position of\nPriestess that channeled power directly from Dasaina to her servant. It was late\nin the fall, and the cold wind blew, but she felt no chill. Nacotah drew a\npattern in the earth, placed a dish of clear water in the center, and struck\nsteel on flint to send sparks into the pile of tinder that she had also gathered\nthere. Flames and smoke joined earth and water. The four elements were there for\nthe ceremony. The Priestess began to chant praises for the Goddess she adored.\nShe knelt down and placed her forehead against the earth. As her chants went on,\nthe air aound the area moved, forming a wall of wind around the clearing. The\nsmall fire in the center was not effected, and the smoke continued to slowly\nrise straight up to the celestial home of the Goddess. Nacotah spoke the final\nchant, and waited. Would the Goddess come? The Priestess knew that she had done\nthis ritual every year and before that her mother, and her mother's mother had\ndone so. The Goddess had always come, to accept the praise of her people. But\nthis time, Nacotah worried. When she brought her head up, would Dasaina be\nthere? The Priestess looked up, and was happy to see the large, semi-transparent\nglowing figure of a extremely beautiful nude woman in the air above the\nclearing. \"Goddess, I praise you and thank you for once again honoring the\nAtapoh with your presence.\" Again the indian woman dropped her forehead to the\nground. She listened for the powerful voice that thundered in her mind, but was\nnever heard by any of those outside the clearing. \"Hello, Nacotah. Get up. I\nvalue your worship and the love of all the Atopah who are the children I so\ndearly love. I see in your thoughts you worry about your recent actions. Do not\ndo so. I can see you love this man and he also loves you dearly. Be he from\nanother tribe or from the strange world of the whites, he is just a man. Love\nhim and bear his children. Your first daughter will be a priestess. She will\nworship me and I will bestow my love on her, as I love you.\" Nacotah stood up as\nthe Goddess raised her arms up and energy was channeled from the heavens through\nthe Goddess and into the Priestess. The necklace glowed and pulsated on her as\nthe indian priestess' feet left the ground, her body finally hovering in mid-air\nseveral feet off the ground. The winds around the clearing went faster and\nfaster, starting to act like a tornado. Nacotah's arms went straight up, and\nlong sheets of flame went skyward from her fingertips. The ground beneath her\ntrembled and seemed to move up and down. Finally the Priestess brought her arms\ndown to her sides, and she slowly descended to earth, as rain fell in the\nclearing, first lightly, but then in torrents. Despite all of this, the markings\nin the earth and the small fire were not disturbed. The rain stopped and within\nminutes, the area dried up. All was back to as it was when Nacotah started. She\nlooked up and saw the figure of her Goddess slowly fade away. She bent down to\nput on her clothes when she saw Niles standing on the edge of the clearing. His\nmouth was agape, and he stood there until his wife moved over to him. She looked\ninto his eyes. Niles spoke. \"I... I told you I believed you when you spoke of\nthis, but I guess I didn't think it could be as... amazing... as you described\nit. I was afraid for you when I saw all that, but I see you are safe. What did\nshe say...?\" The indian woman smiled in her husband's face and said. \"The\nGoddess said that I love you and you love me and she is pleased about it.\"
\nNacotah and Niles had nine children and the first-born, Inga, grew up to learn\nthe ways and rituals of a priestess of Dasaina. But as the white settlers\ncrowded into the Atopah land the indians suffered. Smallpox and cholera ran\nthrough the tribe and soon nearly all the tribe had been wiped out or\nassimilated by the white settlers. Inga's daughter sickened and died while\ngiving birth to her daughter. And this priestess of Dasaina grew up knowing very\nlittle of her heritage and unaware of the rituals and duties. Years went by when\nthe ceremony was not held. In the celestial firmament, a goddess shed a tear for\nwhat had been done to her people. But the line went on. Daughters had daughters.\nEach young woman was always blessed by a loving husband. No priestess of the\nGoddess ever failed to find her true love. For Dasaina held the power of the\nelements, but she was also the diety of true love and gave that to the women who\ndid not even know her.
\nPart Two
\nMary Stocks, a descendent of Priestess Nacotah, married a John Cabot and they\nsaved up money to move out west and make a better life for themselves and their\nchildren. In 1877 when their oldest daughter, Evelynn, was ten years old, the\nfamily took their savings and set out west with a group of other settlers. When\nthey reached the Dakota Territory, their group was attacked by a renegade band\nof thieves who masqueraded as indians to loot passing wagon trains. When the\nCabot wagon was attacked, it tried to flee, but overturned. Young Lynn was\nthrown to the ground and knocked unconscious. When she woke later, she found her\nparents and siblings dead and the rest of the wagon train had been wiped out or\nscattered. She sat there crying when a Dakotah warrior named Little Ax rode by\nand found her. He bent down and comforted the little dark haired girl. He took\nthe orphan back to his village where he presented her to the head of the tribe,\nChief Tahama. The old indian looked into the eyes of the child and he sensed she\nwas a young woman of great destiny. So the chief and his wife adopted the girl\nand raised her as their own. She grew to a fine young woman, and eventually\nwanted to avenge her parent's death. She said she wanted to train as a warrior,\nwhich was unheard of in the tribe. But the tribe's shaman, in a trance to\ncommunicate with the Great Spirit, said the girl had a powerful spirit guide who\nalso wished this path for her. Lynn, called Found Girl by the tribe, learned the\nways of the warrior and soon was a respected member of the tribe.
\nLynn tracked down the men who had killed her family, all those years back, and\nwent after them to avenge those deaths. When she got there, she attacked, but\nthe men overpowered her. Held down, Found Girl's clothes were ripped off and the\nmen prepared to have their way with her. She laid there naked, but on her throat\nwas a simple chain with silver beads and small semi-precious stones. It was the\none momento left to her by her murdered mother, and she'd worn it since that\nfateful day. As one of the thugs stuck his dick into the pussy of the prisoner,\nhe reached to pull the necklace off her and she thought, \"Great Spirit, will no\none help me?\" The necklace suddenly gave off a green glow. There was a rumble,\nand a huge translucent glowing figure of a woman appeared over the girl who was\nat the mercy of the killers. \"You will not end her line! The priestesses of\nDasaina will go on!\" The Goddess' finger pointed, and a shaft of energy went to\nthe captured young woman. Her body grew hot, and the men holding her down jumped\nback with burned fingers. Lynn got up and began striking out at the men, who\nwent to the ground from her blows. Some of them pulled their guns and blasted at\nher, but the bullets stopped at her skin and dropped to the ground, little pools\nof molten lead. She kept lashing out at the gang and soon they had all succumbed\nto her attack. After it was over, she started to come to her senses, and found\nall the men were dead. She had no regrets about this, as every one of them had\nbeen a cold-blooded murderer many times over. As she got re-dressed, she found\nthe hair at her crotch and on her head had turned a fiery red.
\nReturning to the tribe, she told them about what had happened and the shaman\nsaid he was not surprised. A powerful spirit was connected to Evelynn Cabot, now\nrenamed in the tribe as Firehair. He told Lynn that Dasaina was not a Goddess\nworshipped by the Dakotah, but she was respected due to what they had heard from\ntravelers from the east. There were a few things he taught Firehair about the\nGoddess, but regrettably the proper ritual was not one of them. Firehair\ncontinued to serve as a warrior with the tribe and to offer thanks at the Dakota\nrituals for her diety. The red-haired woman never again showed the power she had\nthat day against the killers, but she was respected in the tribal councils\nnearly as much as the chief. She fought hard to keep the peace between the\nwhites and her tribe, and several times negotiated peace between them. She fell\nin love with a rancher in the area, and they were married. They had several\nchildren, the oldest of which was a daughter, Katarina. When Lynn died years\nlater, the necklace was passed down to this young woman, a Priestess of Dasaina\nwho knew only a little about her legacy.
\nPart Three
\nLittle six-year old Rebecca Hooper was getting ready to join her friends on a\ntrip to the park. There was a fresh covering of snow outside, and her sliding\nsaucer waited outside the door. Donna told her, \"No, Becky, you can't go until I\nfind your scarf! Where did you put it?\" Becky pouted. \"Mom, I thought I put it\nright here. Can't I go anyway? I don't feel that cold.\" Donna smiled. So her\ndaughter also had that ability. From her youngest years, Donna Hooper had been\nable to endure very cold or very hot weather without much discomfort. It was\nonly in her teens that she began to feel the ability to adjust the composition\nin her body that allowed her to become the famous super-heroine, The Shady Lady.\nWould Rebecca gain some kind of super-abilty when she grew up and follow in her\nmother's footsteps to fight crime? That would be exciting. But now, where was\nthat scarf? The ability to withstand extreme temperatures had its limits, and if\nshe spent too much time out in the snow and cold wind, Becky would eventually\nhave it begin to effect her and she'd catch a nasty cold! \"Well, I can't find\nyour scarf, young lady, so you will have to use Great-Grandma Emily's shawl. Do\nyou promise to take extra special care of it? If you lose it, I will be very mad\nat you, and Great-Grandma will probably cry.\" Becky grabbed the brightly colored\nwoolen wrap her Mom had pulled out of the back of the closet and her eyes\nwidened. The green shawl was covered in beads in a rainbow of geometric shapes\nand colors and Becky always thought it was so beautiful. The little girl wrapped\nit around her neck and held it tight. \"I promise Mom, I will be extra careful. I\nwould never want anything happen to this!\"
\nThe child went out the front door and joined several of her friends from school\nand, accompanied by a couple of the mothers, walked through the cold winter day\ntowards the park. As they approached, Becky cried, \"Last one there is a\nstick-in-the-mud!\" and started to run. But there was one more street to cross,\nand in her enthusiasm, the future heroine failed to look before crossing. One of\nthe escorting mothers, Mrs. Thompkins, suddenly shouted, \"Becky, look out!\"\nRebecca looked to her right and saw a delivery truck barreling towards her! She\ntried to scamper back out of the street, but she was on an icy patch and her\nfeet went out from under her. The truck's driver saw her, and slammed on his\nbrakes, but the road was slippery. Becky's eyes widened with terror as she\nscambled helplessly on the icy pavement with the truck skiding right at her. The\ngroup of her friends and their escorts screamed as the truck reached the spot\nwhere Becky lay.
\nBut an instant before Becky would have been hit, the old shawl began to give off\na low green glow. Becky's legs suddenly found a grip on the pavement and she\njumped away. All on the side of the street were stunned when the truck slid by\nand they saw Rebecca sitting in a snowbank on the other side of the street,\nunharmed. They crossed the street and Mrs. Palmer wrapped her hands around the\nlittle girl, chastising her. \"Rebecca Emily Hooper, you should never run out in\nthe steet like that! You could have been very, very badly hurt!\" Becky was\nshaking, as she looked back in the street. Her saucer had been dropped there and\nthe aluminum disc had been totalled mangled when the truck went over it.
\nThe sledding party turned back, as the ladies insisted that Becky be taken home.\n\"Your mother should know what happened and you can go sledding tomorrow.\" was\nMrs. Palmer's decision. As they turned to go, Mrs. Thompkins stopped to pick up\nthe damaged saucer and looked at the snow in the street. There were the tracks\nof vehicles there, but from the spot the truck nearly hit Rebecca to the spot in\nthe snowbank where the group had found her, there were not any of Becky's\nbootprints. The woman puzzled. The little girl must have run out of the path of\nthe truck, but why where there no prints? It almost appeared that the youngster\nhad lept fifteen feet to save herself. But that was impossible...
\nPart Four
\nBecky was not told that her parents, Patrick Hooper and Donna Hooper (nee\nGilbert) had been famous costumed characters until she was twelve. They told her\nit was a very big secret and they had kept it from her until they felt she was\nold enough to realise how important it was. Rebecca was amazed to learn of this,\nas she had always been a huge fan of super-heroines, especially Wonder Woman. To\nfind out her own mother had been a famous heroine... Wow! A few days later, when\nDad brought Great-Grandma Emily from her nursing home for a visit, the very old\nwoman came in the door shivering. She pulled the old multi-colored shawl from\nher neck. \"My, it's cold out there. I never felt it when I was young. Hello,\nRebecca Emily. How are you. So, I hear you finally know about your heritage of\nherodom. Do you think you will someday be a crime-fighter like your Mom and I\nwere?\" Becky was surprised by this and asked. \"Great-Grandma, you mean you were\na crimefighter too?\" The woman sat on the couch and waved Rebecca to join her.\n\"Yes, for a little while. Back then, it wasn't easy. Women were not encouraged\nto get into what was thought of as 'men's work' in those days. During World War\nOne, I wore a blue costume and fought saboteurs and the Kaiser's spies as Aqua\nWoman. I had power over water and mist, and stopped a German sub from attacking\na troopship full of our boys when it left Granite City harbor to go over there.\nGot a medal for that. After the war I gave it up, married your great-grandfather\nand spent time in the women's suffrage movement. And I raised your grandma, of\ncourse. Was really happy when her daughter decided to become a crime fighter.\nMade me proud. Oh, and why I'm here. She waved her arm at Becky's dad, who held\na large flat package wrapped in brown paper. \"Bring that here, Patrick, I want\nBecky to see them.\" The package was about two feet by three feet and several\ninches thick. Becky pulled away at the wrapping and found inside several large\nscrapbooks. When she flipped them open, she saw that on the pages were pasted\nnewspaper clippings of stories about her family. The first book had articles\nabout the exploits of Aqua Woman in the front, followed by clippings about the\nsuffragette movement. The other books had the exploits of The Shady Lady, from\nher first adventures, which were mentioned in little back-page news stories, to\nhuge front page banners that exclaimed when The Shady Lady had stopped a\nnefarious villain's plot and saved the city. Becky turned and gave her\ngreat-grandmother a big hug. Afterwards, Rebecca spent many a day leafing\nthrough the books to read about the past exploits of her famous family. Her dad\nalso brought out a box that held old papers with stories about his work. Becky\nbought another scrapbook and pasted her Dad's clippings into it.
\nYears later, Rebecca Hooper had a busy time in high school. She competed in the\ngirl's track team for a couple of years, and the long jump was her specialty.\nThen, with her body developing into a very lovely young woman, she participated\nin the cheerleading squad, making head cheerleader in her senior year. By that\ntime, she had talked over her plans to become a costumed heroine and fight crime\nlike her parents had done, years before. They agreed, and made her promise to\ntrain and get ready, but not to start until her nineteenth birthday. And after\nthat birthday, she became a costumed hero. The famous Glory Girl!
\nPart Five
\nBecky sat at the kitchen table with her toast and yogurt, flipping though the\npaper. Suddenly, an article in the feartures section caught her eye. \"Oh, wow!\nMom, did you see this?\" she cried. Donna came over to glance over her daughter's\nshoulder, and she looked over the article. Granite City Museum was opening an\nexhibit of artifacts of the old, nearly extinct Atapoh tribe that lived many\nyears ago in the area. The Native American Institute of Tulsa was loaning\nmaterial from its collections to allow the Museum to pay tribute to the original\ninhabitants of Granite City. Donna skimmed the article and then asked, \"Very\nnice Becky, but why did you find it so...\" \"The picture, Mom, look at it!\" Becky\nbroke in. and jabbed furiously with her finger at the paper. Donna's eyes swung\nto the photo of a young woman, obviously of native amarican descent, holding a\ncolorful beaded indian buckskin jacket. Then it was Donna's turn to react with\nsurprise. She gasped. \"Oh my! The design looks like Great-Grandma's old shawl!\"\nBecky had lept up and went to the front hall closet. She reached up and pulled\nout a box, in which she found that old shawl that Great-Grandma had left to\nBecky in her will. Without any details why, the will had specified that it go to\nBecky, and then to Becky's first born daughter. This statement had been taken\nwith shock by the young lady. She had been only fifteen when Great-Grandma Emily\ndied. Donna's mother, who also was named Emily, could offer no explanation for\nwhy her mother would have phased her bequest so strangely.
\nRebecca brought the shawl into the kitchen, and although the photo in the paper\nwas not too sharp, it seemed the patterns were the same. The two women decided\nthey would visit the Museum to see if they could find out more about the\nresemblance. That afternoon, they entered the Museum and walked back to the\nrotating exhibit area, where the Atapoh material was on display. Looking around,\nthey spotted the case with the jacket as well as the young woman who had been in\nthe photo in the paper. While Donna looked over the display, Rebecca approached\nthe woman, who was looking over the exhibits one last time to see if everything\nwas set up properly. \"Excuse me, could we ask you something about the jacket?\"\nBecky requested. The woman turned to respond, and introduced herself. \"Oh,\nhello. I am Dr. Katara Meoquanee. You are interested in it? It's one of the best\npieces we have here. A small jacket, it is said to have been the jacket worn at\ntribal celebrations by an Apotah maiden, Nacotah. She was a priestess who\nperformed rituals to honor the Goddess Dasaina. She lived in this area when the\nfirst settlers moved in, and she married one of the first men who set up a\ntrading post. He was one of the whites who treated the tribe fairly and was a\nfriend to all of them. Not like the ones that followed! Exactly what did you\nwant to...\" The Doctor's word trailed off as she saw Donna pull the shawl from\nher bag. \"Oh my,\" she continued. \"Most native american artifacts were treated\nbadly in the early 1800's. Priceless items were destroyed, which is why we value\nthe jacket so highly. But in the early-to-mid 1900's the designs came into vogue\nand copies of the treasures were produced. You seem to have something like that\nwhich probably... Wait. Could I have a closer look at that?\" She took a small\nmagnifying glass from her purse and began looking very closely at the item.\n\"That's very weird. The stitching, the thread, the beads are all unmistakenly\nmid-late 1800's Dakota. But the designs are the symbols of the priestess of\nDasaina. That doesn't make sense. The goddess was never worshipped by the\nDakota, only by the tribes along the north-eastern United States. Would you mind\nif we went back to the laboratory to allow me to take a closer look at it?\"
\nAs they walked through the corridors back to the workroom, Dr. Meoquanee asked\nthem about the shawl. They told her it had been handed down, daughter to\ndaughter, over many generations. She nodded at this. \"That's interesting. The\npriestess-hood of Dasaina also was matriarcal. Passed down daughter to\ndaughter.\" The Doctor moved to a table and laid the shawl out flat and took out\na powerful examination unit that combined a large ground glass surrounded by a\nround flourescent light. \"I was right,\" she said. \"... Dakotah made this, and\nthey must have known something about the goddess Dasaina to apply the proper\nsymbols. They must have... Wait. This is in pretty good shape, but there is a\nlittle wear along the edge. Down here by the hem.\" As Katara ran her finger\nalong the shawl, she paused. \"It's almost like there is something in the hem\nhere, to reinforce it or...\" She gasped and reached across the table for a\ntweezers. She went to a spot on the hem where it was worn the most, and pushed\nthe tweezers into the gap worn into the fabric where it was folded over. She\nprobed, and caught ahold of... something. She tugged gently, and a small silver\nbead slid out. She was visibly shaken as she sat down at the table and proceeded\nto work further on the shawl. She lightly pulled at the bead, and then a chain\nof beads and small torquoise, agate and quartz stones slid out. The Doctor's\nhands shook as she picked up the delicate necklace and held it up to the light.\nHer voice also shook as she spoke. \"I... I've read about this. It was described\nin several old texts and colonial letters. It's the actual necklace of Dasaina\nthat was worn by the priestess in the annual ceremony of worship for the\ngoddess. This artifact is the most culturally valuble item in the history of the\nAtapoh. It was thought lost many years ago.\" A man walked over to the table from\nanother part of the room and looked at what had been found. He was a\nred-skinned, tall man in a deerskin jacket and he sneered at the women. \"One\nmore piece of our culture stolen by the white men and kept as a bauble in some\ndrawer. Or as a trinket for some European woman to flaunt for her pleasure.\" The\nman glared with distaste at Rebecca. Katara Meoquanee glanced up and remarked.\n\"Oh. Professor Liwok Sewati. These are Donna and Rebecca Hooper, who were kind\nenough to bring this item to my attention.\" He snorted. \"They didn't even know\nwhat they had. Now they'll probably put it on eBay for some German collector to\nbuy up.\" Becky turned to the man. \"Sir, that has been passed down for many\ngenerations in my family and we would never sell it!\" He snorted and walked\naway. Dr. Meoquanee spoke to the other two ladies. \"I must apologize for his\nattitude. He takes personally everything that was ever done to the tribes and\nblames all whites for everything, even if they came from Europe last week.\nAhh... can I take some photographs of this? I want to document it before you\ndecide what to do with it.\" Becky glaced into her mother's eyes, then spoke.\n\"Well, legally it was left to me by my great-grandmother, so it's mine. And I\nwould like you to include it in your exhibit about the Atopah. You can mark it\nas on loan by the Hooper family.\" The indian woman gasped at this and wrapped\nher arms around Becky. \"Oh, thank you. Call me Katara. We researchers of the\nnative american past are always so happy to find something that had been thought\nlost over the years. Representatives of all the tribes will travel to see this\nfantastic artifact, and the handful of people who still trace their lineage back\nto the Atopah people will be very grateful for a chance to see it. It will be\nlike a Christian having a chance to see the Holy Grail.\"
\nPart Six
\nBecky and her parents were invited to be guests of honor when the Atopah exhibit\nwas to be re-dedicated to include the necklace. The event was scheduled for a\ndate a few days away in order to allow several native americans of note to\nattend. Becky spent those days online. With the help of Arnie, her boyfriend,\nshe had done genealogical research to try to trace back her ancestry. She found,\non her Mom's side she could go back to a Evelynn Cabot, who married a Thomas\nGrant in 1889 out in South Dakota. A book about the history of the region said\nshe was raised by the Dakota after being orphaned while traveling west with her\nfamily, who came from the north-east. Rebecca thought that she would have to\npass this information on to Katara as it might give a clue about the mystery.\nThis Lynn Cabot might be the one who made the shawl and hid the necklace in it.\nAnd she might have come from the Apotah lands! That would mean... Becky and\nDonna might be part indian! With what she had learned in the past few days about\nthe tribes from Katara and from her own reading, she would be really proud to\nhave a little of that in her heritage. Only, now she kept thinking back to all\nthose cowboys-and-injuns movies she watched and felt a little ashamed for the\nside she rooted for.
\nThe night before the big event at the museum, Rebecca was too hyper to sleep and\ndecided to make a run around the city as Glory Girl. Excited as she was, she\ncould not help but swing over to the part of town where the museum was located.\nShe rode her bike past the building, thinking about the event coming up. She\nslammed the brakes on and skidded to a halt as she heard the unmistakable sound\nof a woman's scream come out of the museum! She went to the back entrance, but\nit was locked. She pulled out her picks and opened the door. She thought that\nthe alarm system would kick in and bring the police roaring up. That would\nprobably be a good idea if there was something going on here. But as she opened\nthe door, she heard nothing. The alarms had been silenced! She moved through the\ndarkened rooms and corridors of the museum (a very scary experience!) and again\nheard a scream. She headed toward the side of the museum from which the sound\nhad come, and entered a large room that held a mixture of displays devoted to\nvaried indian cultures. In the center was a large stone disc, labeled a copy of\na sacrificial platform used by the Aztecs. Tied down on the stone was the naked\nfigure of Katara Meoquanee! The young woman's eyes were closed and she was\nsobbing. She looked like she had been raped, and Rebecca ran over to her and\nreached down to loosen her bindings. \"Dr. Meoquanee, who did this to you?\" The\nindian woman opened her eyes and sobbed. \"Oh... help me, please, before he comes\nback... Look out!\" The prisoner's eyes had been staring into Glory Girl's, but\nthey shifted to spot something to her right. Rebecca tried to turn to see what\nit was, but an arm holding an aztec war club swung down and the weapon smacked\ninto her skull.
\nGlory Girl didn't know how long she was out, but she realized at once that she\nwas in great danger. Now she was the one who was tied spread out on the stone\ndisc, naked and vulnerable. And she groaned as she realized he had taken her\nmask off! To the side, she saw Katara laying on the floor. She was bound, gagged\nand her eyes were wide with fear. A man approached her. It was Liwok Sewati, the\nother artifacts expert. The man wore an eagle head formed of feathers over his\nown, and sleeves of long feathers swept out from his arms. His tunic and\nloincloth.were trimmed in mulricolored beaded designs. He looked at her with\ndisdain and spoke. \"I see you have awakened. Good. You will be another woman I\nwill take on the altar of sacrifice. First I will rape you, pulling the power\nfrom your body. But Meoquanee was not a virgin and neither are you. That is a\ndisappointment. Every woman who I take on this altar builds my power, and if\nthey are a virgin it will greatly multiply the energy I receive. Each victim I\nsacrifice on the ceremonial stone will be a source of energy to me twice. First\nwhen I rape her, and then when her blood flows over the stone as she dies. It is\nproper that the first two victims are a native american traitor who befriends\nand works with the whites and a descendant of a white who stole this from the\nnative people.\" He held up Dasaina's necklace, and wrapped it around his wrist.\n\"Everyone thinks this disc is a copy, but it is the actual ceremonial stone I\nhad smuggled up here to start my holy war against the invaders. I will take\ntheir women to build my power and use sex and sacrifice to destroy the rest of\nthem. I have the help of Huitzilopochtli, lost diety of the Aztecs, who will\nstand above me, drinking the blood I offer him. Three billion colonials will be\nerased from this continent as the true people regain it. I am a pipiltin, a\nnoble of the Aztec world who will become emperor of the new American nation that\nwill rise from the bloddy ashes of what I destroy.\" Becky strained against her\nbonds, trying to pull loose. \"You won't succeed!\" Becky cried out at him.\n\"American superheroes willl battle you and overpower you.\"
\nThe Aztec warrior laughed at her. \"Their power will just be more energy for me\nto take. After you two have been sacrificed, my power will call the\nblonde-haired woman called Supergirl to me. I will rape her and pull untold\nresources of great power from her body. I have a sacrifial blade formed of the\nglowing stone, kryptonite, that I had made. It will carve out her heart as her\nblood is sacrificed to Huitzilopochtli. The heroines will be my source of power\nto destroy the heroes. I have many native amarican artifacts which will give me\npower. Soon I will learn the secret of Dasaina's necklace and that power will be\nadded to mine. With Huitzilopochtli I will triumph!\"
\nBecky's mind reeled at the prospect of what Sewai said. Was there any chance\nthat the horrors could come to happen? Not just one city, but this warrior\nthreatened the entire North American continent! Millions... no, BILLIONS would\ndie in his holy war! Rebecca struggled and pulled as hard as she could against\nher bindings. She had to get free so that she could at least try to do something\nto stop this madman's plans. She felt the slightest bit of play in the bindings\non her left wrist, and she used all the energy she could muster to pull at that\narea. Her left wrist felt like it was about to tear off, but she could not get\nthat hand loose. Sewati dropped his loincloth to the floor and stepped up onto\nthe disc. He laid down on top of Rebecca, his erect penis rubbing against her\nlower lips. He reached down and put his cock into her and thrust into her canal.\nShe gasped at his swift, rough entry and screamed as he drove himself deep into\nher. He pumped his cock back and forth, and Becky felt an energy pusing through\nthe stone she lay on. The energy grew in her body and she arched her body as an\norgasm surged through her. The man's cock plunged deep into her and her cum\npoured into her. The warrior roared in triumph, and in the air above the stone a\ntanslucent, mystical being came into sight. The figure was dressed like Sewati,\nfor the warrior's garb had been designed to copy that of his diety. A spectral\nvoice boomed out. \"Warrior, I am pleased at your activities. You offer me blood\nand souls and human sacrifice and I shall give you the limitless power you need\nto deliver more to me. Let the rivers of blood flow!\" Becky shed tears for\nherself and for all the people who would die on the altar of this monster who\nserved a god of death. The warrior straightened up while still over his victim,\npulled a black obsidian blade from a sheath strapped to his arm and knelt over\nher, blade held high. \"The rape of this heroine provided the power to let you\ncome to me, Huitzilopochtli. Let her death mark the start of the holy war to\ndestroy all our enemies!\" As he began to swing the blade down, Becky strained\neven harder, and while the bindings tore away at some of the skin, her left hand\npulled free! She swung it up and grabbed the wrist of Sewati's right hand,\nstopping the blade that was going for her throat. Around that wrist, under\nBecky's grasp, she felt the necklace and it seemed to pulse against her hand. A\nprayer formed in her mind. \"Goddess Dasaina, please help me!\"
\nA second spectal figure emerged in the air above the figures struggling on the\naltar disc. This was a glowing translucent figure of a beautiful nude woman, and\nher face shown with rage. Wind swirled in the room, and ceremonial torches\nmounted on the walls burst into flames. The entire building seemed to shake and\nif Becky were not still securely tied at her ankles and right wrist, she would\nhave been thrown to the floor. \"Aztec warrior, you go too far!\" The words boomed\nout, and Becky's ears hurt from the sound of it. The goddess continued. \"You\nbring your hand up to harm a Priestess of my people and you would sacrifice her!\nTHIS WILL NOT BE!!!\" A green glowing shaft of energy shot from the Goddess\ntowards Sewati, and it struck his right hand. A bright light burst there and\nRebecca blinked her eyes to avoid being blinded. She heard the obsidian blade\nshatter, and some of the fragments struck her face and body. She opened her eyes\nand saw the warrior's right arm ended in a skeletal hand -- the flesh had been\nburned away! She felt heat growing in the wrist she still held, and pulled her\nfingers back. Her fingers caught onto the necklace, and pulled it free of\nSewati. As she lay on the stone disc, the figure of Sewati, kneeling over her,\nspasmed and twitched as the green fire coursed down his right arm to consume his\nentire body. Becky felt her restraints vanish, and she scrambled out from under\nthe ash and bones of her attacker and rolled to the floor.
\nThe Aztec god who hovered in the air suddenly spoke. \"Goddess! You have\ndestroyed my priest! This is an affront!\" Dasaina turned, her face still burning\nwith anger. \"Huitzilopochtli, restrain yourself. It is eons past the time when\ngods battled gods, and you may think you have a chance against me. DO NOT FORGET\nTHAT THE POWER OF LOVE IS SO MUCH GREATER THAN THE POWER OF DEATH!\" Becky stared\nup at this confrontation, and was greatly priviledged. In all eternity, few\nmortals before her had ever seen a god back down in fear. Huitzilopochtli did so\nnow, as he bowed his head in submission and slowly faded away. The spectral\nfigure of the goddess slowly floated down to the ground and stood next to Becky.\n\"Priestess Rebecca, your bravery and the love you have in your heart makes me\nproud of you. I have been too long away from the land of womankind. I set you a\ntask.\" The hand of the goddess touched Becky's forehead, and her mind reeled as\nimages formed there. She saw an indian maiden enter a small clearing and watched\nthe ritual as it unfolded. The movements of the priestess and her words were\nburned into Becky's memory. \"The task will be for your mother and for you. For\nyour daughter and her daughter. Once again I shall receive the prayers of\nfollowers. Do not take this lightly. Do not expect me to come any time you\nbeckon or to fight your battles. You must live your life, even if you are my\nPriestess. I will see you again. I will be pleased as I return to the firmament\nof the gods. Long has Aphrodite sung the praises of the mortal woman who serves\nas her champion. Now I too, will have champions on this world.\" Becky stood up\nand bowed, and the form of her diety slowly faded away. Becky tried to accept in\nher mind what she had just heard. The champion of Aphrodite? Oh, wow, That had\nto refer to Wonder Woman. Which meant she was going to be the champion of a\nGoddess, just like her favorite heroine. Her legs gave out and she sat down on\nthe edge of the stone disc as this sank in. Awesome!
\nA muffled murmur came from the bound and gagged figure on the floor. Becky\nstarted, as she had so much flooding over her mind that she'd forgotten that Dr.\nMeoquanee lay there. She went over and untied her and helped her up. The woman\ngazed wide-eyed at Becky and at the charred remains of her attacker on the stone\ndisc. Katara's voice came out, but could not manage to say much. \"You... You...\nthe Goddess.. and the god Huitzilopochtli... here in this very room... oh my\nGod... er, Goddess.. Good heavens!\" Rebecca put her arm around Katara's\nshoulders as the woman fainted.
\nThe next day, Rebecca came to the museum and met Dr. Meoquanee in the workroom.\nBecky spoke \"I wanted the necklace in the exhibit, but after I got home last\nnight, when I took a shower I found it won't come off my neck.\" The historian\nhad a puzzled look, as she did not see the necklace. Then Becky brought her hand\nto her throat. Suddenly the faint outline of the item began to appear followed\nby its appearance on Becky's throat. The doctor asked, \"You mean it is an\ninvisible part of your neck?.\" The blonde heroine spoke further. \"Yes, I can\nfeel it there but it is unseen unless I think about it being visible. This\nmorning, my mother woke to find a duplicate of the necklace on her throat, also\ninvisible and un-removeable. It makes sense. She preceeded me a generation as\nthe oldest daughter in the line, so she too is a priestess of Dasaina. By the\nway, you know that Rebecca Hopper is the secret identity of Glory Girl. Can I\nask you to keep this secret?\" The woman looked up into Becky's eyes and smiled.\n\"After what happened last night... being in the presence of Dasaina and seeing\nher power, I have to offer to be one of the first of her new followers. She\nsaved my life. You saved my life. I would gladly do anything for the Goddess...\nor for her Priestess. In the exhibit I will have to be satisfied with photos of\nthe necklace. I may send a set of photos to a Zuni silversmith I know out in New\nMexico. He can make a copy for the museum. \" Becky was pleased at Katara's\nresponse. \"You realise, my friend, that my Mother and I will, on October 17th,\nbe performing the ritual of homage to Dasaina. You are welcome to attend. \" Dr.\nMeoquanee dropped to a knee on the floor and knelt at Rebecca's feet. \"It will\nbe my priviledge to be there, Priestess.\" Becky looked down at the woman paying\nhomage to her, the Priestess of the Goddess Dasaina. Wow, she thought. This was\ngoing to take some getting used to!
\nAuthor's Notes:
\nMost of this story just popped into my head and flowed out of my mind, writing\nitself. I have a deep love of fictional characters who build huge histories for\nthemselves. I love taking Glory Girl and suddenly building her story to where\nshe is not just a heroine, but the culmination of generations of heroines. Her\npowers, and the powers of her mother, are not just happen-stance accidents, but\nthe gifts of a powerful goddess. And I may expand those powers in future\nstories. What will Dasaina do for her? You shall see. Becky idolized Wonder\nWoman as she grew up. I'm shown you that. With this story she is becoming a even\nbigger heroine with interesting parallels to the Amazon.
\nWhat's coming up? I'm not really sure. I just had her save the lives of nearly\nevery person on the continent of North America, and become the priestess of a\ngoddess. How do I top that?
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