Chapter 1: Opening Image
The Amazon warriors, women between the age of nineteen and twenty-one, carefully descended the canyon using ropes. They wore homecoming dresses and when they reached the canyon floor, they put on high-heeled shoes.
Then they saw the Spartan military base which currently held 200 sleeping male warriors. The Spartans planned to invade Amazon lands but the Amazons believed in retaliating first.
Olivia, an Amazon princess, was planning to use 50 Amazons to attack the Spartan base.
Olivia was an unattractive girl with short black hair and the leader of the Amazon group. Tonight, she wore a silver homecoming dress and a a pair of high heels.
Olivia sent two archers to creep through the bushes towards the base. Outside the base, two men stood guard, armed with spears, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched.
The two girls aimed their bows at the men and fired! The arrows struck the men with precision and they fell, dead before they hit the ground.
Olivia then brought the rest of her Amazons to the front of the base and threw the door open.
Two men sat at a table in the guardroom. When they saw the Amazons entering, they tried to blow the horn to warn the sleeping men. However, Olivia and another girl moved quickly, plunging their swords into the throats of the men.
Before the Amazons entered the barracks where the men slept, Olivia divided her 50 warriors into three groups.
"Don't forget," she said. "I want one survivor from each group. Kill the rest! Good luck, girls." Olivia gave a nod and headed towards one wing of the barracks with her team. At the entrance, she took a deep breath, sensing the sleeping men.
The slaughter was swift and efficient. Most of the men didn't even realize they were under attack until the Amazons grabbed them by the hair and pressed knives to their throat. Others hastily woke up and grabbed their weapons only to perish at the blades of the Amazons.
Every woman moved with deadly grace while the barracks echoed with shrieks, screams, clanking swords, and snapping bones.
Within ten minutes, only three Spartans remained, huddling under a table. The first one, a skinny man, was the youngest. He wet himself when he heard the Amazonian war cries.
He could hardly believe it. Two hundred men, the elite of the Spartan army, slain by fifty young women!
It was a massacre beyond their wildest nightmares.
Olivia's steel-calm voice rang through the slaughterhouse that the barracks had now become. "Which one of you is the bravest?" she taunted, sauntering towards the three remaining men, her high heels clicking against the wooden floor.
The youngest Spartan stood up, hands in surrender. "I won't fight!" he stammered. "Please, let me live! I'll do anything!"
Olivia chuckled cruelly. "Very well. You can watch one of your friends take part in the contest!"