Recently I’ve been reading some great, eye-opening pieces about women and our astounding contributions to society. Sometimes women and the great things they do have been acknowledged, sometimes not, but always, we have been here.
Here’s an article about astounding women who did not care what others thought about them, and achieved a lot because of it. Yes, it’s got a lot of blue language, but that’s really not the point. The point is, how many of them have you heard of before?
And in case you think these were just exceptions to the rule, take a gander at this brief list of women warriors from ancient history. I saw a much better list a while ago, but can’t remember where. Got to find that one again. It was really comprehensive and included all women of note, warriors or not. And it went on and on and on.
I’ve been interested in this topic for a while, as I grew up in a matriarchal family, so when I started my current WIP, The Nightward (Hand of Gaia), I knew exactly how the society was going to evolve. This little article I found only after I’d come up with the female warrior magicians that play a big part in The Nightward–the Amazores.
I had even come up with the name Amazores before reading this because I wanted to bring to mind the ancient tale of the Amazons. Talk about serendipity. It helped inspire and solidify the idea I’d already been playing around with.
Here is a little glimpse of the Amazores in action from my manuscript:
Darkness gathered at the base of the wall, pooling there and setting off bright red flashes.
“Ready yourselves, Amazores!” Annan called.
The archers moved to the front of the walls and drew their arrows. Wraithlight glowed fire against the Dark that pressed down from above now, making the sky glow red above them. The hissing had become a steady dissonance that was almost painful to the ears. Minutes stretched into years as all light turned crimson.
Light flared into a flash. Amazores raised their hands to their eyes. There was a muffled boom and air rushed past them. Silence followed, like that found in the Dead Woods in the Queendom of Jaleel. The Amazores blinked and scrubbed at their eyes.
The hissing began again. Soft and satisfied.
“Archers! Fire!” Annan cried.
Shafts of flame whistled downward.
The Dark rose up, wave climbing upon wave to meet them.
I know, Tyra, I know.
So what’s my point? My point is, if you’re a woman, if you’re a girl, if you’re sitting out there telling yourself that you can only be this, or that a women can only be that…you’re lying to yourself.
We can be anything we want to be. We have always been anything we want to be.
We are awesome.
We will continue to be awesome.
And we should let absolutely nothing convince us otherwise.