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(Five years later)

Okay so a quick update. I was transmigrated into the body of a newborn baby. I was only about a day old. This was of course right after the first World War. My 'father' had died on the on the front, leaving my mother who was his childhood sweetheart broken and miserable. The pains of labour had become too much for her to bear with. She did not let go of the will to live until she had given birth and named me. This reminds of a certain movie...

Anyway, it appeared that again my name was Luke George. I was born in England, which was still shaken and reforming just days after the armistice. With both my parents dead, I only had one surviving relative. My maternal grandmother Penelope, a old, doddering but warm and loving Greek woman. Yep that's right. Greek.

So naturally I was told a lot of Greek stories before bedtime. Something I noticed though was that she always seemed to skip round the subject of the Amazons. I never could understand why.

Until one day, a speeding car was driving towards me. It was one of those old chunky cars with the exaggerated wheels. Now in those day, it was extremely difficult to get something like that in our area. It was driven by two thieving thugs that had just gotten away with a heist. We didn't know that in the moment but those two definitely did not look wealthy enough to get a car. So it appeared the actual car was the heist. And they had no problem running over a child it would seem. Grandma lived on a house on the edge of a forest, by a very narrow strip of dirt for a road.

I was playing with small colourless wooden trains (because I had nothing better to do) when that car came speeding down the dirt road. I was about four at the time. Grandma was sitting on a little bench outside the house in an old fashioned sundress and straw hat with a cup of tea and a book in her hand when she noticed it. Realizing it was about to hit me, she jumped up and moved with a speed no normal lady should possess let alone an old one. And she FLIPPED the car with a strength that an old lady should definitely never have!

It was a long business after that with the police involved and the confusion over the flipped car. Nothing the two thieves said was taken seriously. But later that night I confronted her, because when she moved in that moment, I sensed a power in her. Not divine but most certainly of divine making. It appears that even when transmigrated, the brain of a child is still a developing one, for it took me full hour before I suddenly clocked it.

"Grandma, you're an Amazon... aren't you?" I had breathed at the time. She looked at me stoical, but seeing I was not backing down she sighed and nodded.

It felt like a daze for a couple of days...because my freaking grandmother was a mythological woman warrior for God's sake!

After that she no longer walked with a shaky gait but a strong, tall and proud stride. The weak old lady thing was certainly a facade. Didn't change the fact her years were nearly over though.

I went to her after a couple of nights, kissed her hands and buried my face in her lap, begging forgiveness for putting her in a uncomfortable position where she had to reveal what was most certainly a closely guarded secret. She smiled and said that she already had. I had truly felt bad.

After that, she went on to explain how she had come to be in this position.

She was one of the ancient Amazons. In the battle between Darkseid and the great alliances, she was amongst the youngest warriors. Centuries after having been driven to an island, she had gone out for the first time to 'meet people and have daughters'. I understood exactly what she was talking about. But she knew me too well. Or rather she misinterpreted because she had told of men's cruelty to the Amazon's and assured me no men were harmed. To confirm this, I peered into the Force later on and saw the truth myself. The Amazons would cast spells over the men on the ships, copulate and then leave the men spell dazed so they would not remember their experiences.

On her first outing she had met my grandfather, a strong young cabin boy. She skipped a whole chunk of the story I could tell and summarised by saying that she had been allowed to pursue a relationship with my grandfather outside Themyscira at the cost of her immortality and many of her gifts. Her strength was drastically weakened but it was still enough to take care of herself in man's world.

Feeling guilty about my own secret, I gave her a altered version of my story. I told her of my previous life in a world where gods and magic had no place and such things were either extinct or figments of imagination and that noone could tell because noone had ever seen it.

I told her that I had died in an uneventful and unfulfilling life but instead of moving on to the afterlife, I had been given a chance to live a new one with powers beyond imagination. I finished off by telling her I had been reborn a god.

To prove my words, I released a small portion of my divinity which the system had been hiding for me until I could do it consciously. I further cemented my statement when I held up a hand and a small bird formed in it and flapped around our room. After getting a bonk on the head for letting an outside animal fly about in the house, she warned me not to reveal my powers until I was experienced enough or strong enough to defend myself as she had no doubt the Olympians would come after me.

From that day on, I studied my powers openly with her. She was very interested in the light saber forms I continuously practised with a wooden stick. She'd made an offhand comment about how the other Amazons would love learning this new style.

But I soon learned that what the system had told me was true. Going through the same motions and kata over and over again, her experienced eyes dissected each and every swing, every parry and every thrust. So for the first time in sixty bloody years, she picked up a training stick and handed my arse to me.

She gave me the same warning about how I was not giving the forms my own style and adjustments and that my movements were too easy to read when one had observed me fighting long enough. She had isolated each form from the others through mere observation, and memorized each of them so even when I switched styles she could still predict my moves.

Losing her gifts did not make her any less of a warrior. Even with my superior strength I could not beat her. A thing to note here is that I did not have the super strength I was supposed to have because I was still in a child's body. But even as I was then, I could still have given Superman a run for his money. Not beaten him, but definitely could have hurt him. Didn't matter either way to dear, sweet old grandma.

For the few remaining years of her life, she helped me refine my forms and fighting style further. She also taught me the Amazon way of swordplay. While it was not as versatile as Djem-So or dangerous as Juyo, it certainly did have perks. For one, it taught a non-force sensitive person how to be aware of their surroundings. I realised that Jedi and Sith fighting styles relied heavily on precognition and warnings from the Force. If ever they were to be cut off from it, they would not be as proficient in the swordplay...or saber play.

Grandmother complimented me by saying she had doubts if the Amazon Queen herself would best me so easily. She quickly followed up by saying not to be too confident just yet as the Queen was an extremely dangerous swords woman and she had had first hand experience. She was not queen of a metahuman warrior tribe for nothing.

And then the dreaded day came...

It began with coughing fits and wheezing and extended periods of tiredness. We both knew what was coming. I begged by her bedside to let me heal her, that I could conjure a magical potion that could cure her and restore her gifts on a whim. She chuckled and shook her head.

"You will understand one day sweetheart. I love you more than anything in the world, but when you fall in love one day and find a partner of your own, then you will understand the position I am in now." she had said softly. All semblance of the powerful, prideful warrior gone. In its place was a woman, dreaming of being reunited with her beloved.

I selfishly asked who will stay with me if she was gone. She responded by saying I was old enough to make my own decisions and I was certainly not powerless.

I gave up then and there. I confessed my desire to go to Themyscira, and learn the ways of a warrior, so that I could live up to her legacy. She harshly responded with her refusal. She told me to never go to a place like Paradise Island to live up to anyone's legacy but to build my own. She then softened up and requested me to take her body back there, and ask the queen to lay her to rest alongside her sisters. My grandfather had drowned on a stormy night while sailing, and his body was never recovered. Otherwise she would have wanted to have been buried beside him. She did not want to be buried beside my mother as she did not want intrude upon my parents' sacred ground. My parents had been buried in a shared grave if you don't understand.

I complied with her wishes, and she unclasped an ivory pendant she always wore around her neck. Putting it around mine, she told me that she had made that the day she became a full fledged recognised warrior. I swore to cherish it. After one final kiss exchanged between us on the foreheads, she passed away a smile on her face. I was ten years old.

I took it upon myself to wash her corpse, and clothe it in the finest Greek garments. I laid her in a decorative crystal coffin that had a preservative enchantment on it. I forgot to mention that she had been allowed to keep her old sword with her and she had used it in my training. I clasped her hands around the hilt with the blade facing towards her feet, still in its leather scabbard. With an aching heart, I pulled a lid over it, and sent it into my inventory. I then took up any valuables left in the house and any sentimental personal belongings, including the knitted sweaters she had made for me even though I despised the things, stored them in the inventory and torched the house thereafter. It was too painful for me to live there without the her presence. And I didn't want any other people's dirty hands touching anything that was shared between us.

As I stood there watching the flames engulf, our home, I began to wonder how I had come to this point. When I accepted the proposal of that system, I did so under the assumption I would be having oodles of fun as a god and probably a superhero. I did not realise I would have to be making emotional attachments and serious commitments. The Dark Side clawed at my vulnerability, whispering sweet nothing into my heart. In reaction to it, the cold clammy feeling of Destruction Energy I wielded swelled in hunger. I now understood why Jedi were afraid of emotional attachments. Did not make them any less stupid though. I was too prideful to be controlled by my power. So I clamped down on them both and forced them down to the level of my other powers, proving I was at the top and in control. The Destruction Energy complied with the will of its master but the Dark Side snarled before backing off.

Hearing voices in the distance approaching me, I floated in the darkness of night before taking off into the horizon. My grandmother's energy signature was distinct from other humans because of her Amazonian heritage. With that as a base I looked for anything similar and sure enough, I found hundreds located on a small island in the Pacific.

Floating through the air I pondered over my situation. When it came to the Force, I was certain I could have taken the Sith Empire on and emerged victorious. But I still did not measure up to the likes of Beerus. Hell, Goku would mop the floor with me. I could PROBABLY stand up to him in his base form, and I say base form because he got an unbelievable power boost in the Super series. His base form was stronger than his SSj3 in the Z series. Maybe I could stand up

That brought me to a halt in the air. Saiyans were able to grow so powerful and strong because of One Thing. The zenkai boost. A genetic coding in Saiyan DNA that allowed them to become more powerful after every fight. What if I could possess the same thing.

I could become a Saiyan, but at my current strength, there was little point of that. But still, such a boon was too good to pass up. Placing my hands on my body, and I could feel my physical constitution being rearranged. It was PAINFUL, but I had good tolerance and gritted my teeth the whole way through.

Did you think I was becoming a Saiyan? No. I was giving myself the Zenkai boost. I was stepping into a world of gods. I needed this to one day surpass mister loose-dick, AKA Zeus the bisexual rapist Skyfather of Olympus. As I was now, I could challenge him. But I was unsure of I could defeat him.

Having done what I needed to do, I continued my flight towards Themyscira. Tomorrow would be a new chapter.