The Song Of Wonder Woman

A deceived child of the modern world found an ancient manuscript telling of a time before order and structure had come to her land. A time when predators roamed freely as laws were but a whisper rarely heard - and what could be heard was mostly orders to pay tributes to a distant emperor. How could a burgeoning nation survive with no check on chaos? Men of fighting skills used their wits to enrich themselves. The only community was a fabric of taking for oneself. Anything else was viewed as chains.

An organized nation would find easy pickings invading this island country. Piecemeal resistance would be no match for those disciplined in war. Even the predators who stood atop the mountain would fall. No one cared, though. No other way allowed for the freedom to live - even if the predators wrought cruelty under the sun. Why fight when there's nothing to fight for? Days simply pass until one surrenders to the void.

But perhaps every civilization has roots in a mother's love.

"What are going to do, lady? Your daughter is very beautiful! I'll take her as a prize to the river camp. My men will be pleased!"

In a time before swords he held a club in his filthy hand, dragging the girl away with his other filthy hand down the village street. He expected the girl's mother to scream and wail as happened in past abductions. The fact the woman's steady gaze did not leave him placed a ball of burning agony within.

"What power do you have to stop me? What are you looking at? You waste your time!"

His unkempt hair hung to the sides of his head, flailing outwards as his head kept swiveling back to look at the eyes that would not leave him. Then mother Jingū held out her hand in supplication for the return of her daughter.

"Shut up, you stupid woman! It's a man's world and we take what we want." He was about ten yards away now and wondered why this infuriating woman didn't give in. "You're a stupid fool!"

The hand remained the same.

"Put down that hand or I will put it down for you!" The predator halted, waiting for his demand to be complied. What he felt - what he could not articulate - was that his control was slipping away. Logically, he had no reason to stop. His strength and size was twice of hers. And yet he had stopped dead in his tracks, which enraged him to no end.

"Lower that hand or I will come and teach you a lesson." He'd roughed up people before and everyone in the village knew his reputation. He expected his arrow of fear to penetrate Jingū's heart. Instead, she began to sing.

A monkey in the Sannô shrine loves his red suit.
The monkey was invited by the Ebisu god last evening.
He was served a bowl of soup and grilled sea bream.
He drank up the first cup of sake wine and
The second cup of sake.
When the third cup came, 

All the dishes were finished and he got angry.
What should he be?

"You dare mock me? Now you shall pay with your life!"

His large body rumbled towards her but as he got nearer she started to run. He screamed at her to halt as her smaller frame was too quick for him. "Run all you want! You shall not survive the night!"

He'd found what he wanted: an enemy on whom he could blame all his woes. Kill her and my problems are solved! The more she eluded him, the more this thought possessed him. He chased his fury as a dog chasing its tail. Soon, he began to falter from exhaustion. When this happened, Jingū would come closer, holding out her supplicant hand once again. At this point the predator was like a chained animal drug through the streets. He couldn't let go. To stop is to lose! And so he persisted until he was crawling exhaustedly on the ground in vain pursuit.

She towered over him with her outstretched hand. A few onlookers had noticed the spectacle and began to gather round, laughing at the pathetic sight of the prone predator. Hearing this enraged him further, using the last of his energy pounding the ground with his club at the feet of Jingū. As the howls of laughter increased, the madman's heart seized as his mind seized with madness' final possession. He slumped to the ground, never to rise again.

In Jingū's heart was room only for love. She would not let anything get in the way of that. That night was a turning point in the course of the village - and from that village to the next until the truth of what Jingū revealed had spread across the consciousness of the land. The internal struggle had begun. No sheriff nor sword can give life in the end. Only love can do that. All else will be seized by death like a thief in the night.