The Coming

A long long time ago or perhaps just yesterday, there was a young girl.
She grew up with wolves and dressed in animal pelts.
She worshipped Thor for he was the god of her ancestors.
She left the village in search of him and resolved not to return until he appeared.
A wolf pack befriended her and she lived amongst them in a cave in the mountains.
The jungles surrounded her home deep in the amazon.

This is where she wrote, meditated, and developed her spiritual abilities.
The waterfalls whispered to her and in one moon lit lagoon, the mermaids befriended the girl.
She told them of her longing for that which she felt made her complete.

A stabilizing force of the universe.  For she was the spark that ignited his will to cast down his hammer and ground her.  A spark by itself has no force to ignite.  She remains just a spark until her purpose arrives.

The mermaids did not understand her longing but she explained that it was as if they were removed from the waters.  "Oh!" they gasped for such an inexplicable fate to have befallen a creature.  Their memories, much more ancient then hers had no recollection of such things, deep in the sensual waves of their emotions.  Of course mermaids memories are as waving sea weed and they only recall what is needed.  They did amongst them agree to watch the nearby fishing village for him.  This manifestation of the stabilizer of the universe.

For many years he was no where to be seen.  The girl grew in years and even though her resolve to not return was adhered to, she almost forgot what exactly she was looking for.  Many times she had seen captured by the slave traders when she would get too close to the village in her search and every time she managed to escape.  Her fearlessness of nature allowed her to go where men fear to tread and in the great storms as she dove off the cliffs into the ocean, no man dared risk his life over one fiery captive.  She would swim around the bluffs and rejoin her wolf pack.

Her best friend, a great leopardess who watched the land from high above in the great canopies of the tropical trees, was a spiritual refuge she sought every year on her birthday.  She would allow her to approach only that one time, remaining aloof to turn the magic of time and the fate of the land in her great abode amongst the sycamores.  This was the girl's 36th birthday and she felt in her bones that something was changing that was beyond comprehension.  This time when she came to her, the leopardess was more eager to receive her.

She spoke inside to the girl 'Come' and the girl climbed the great branches until she was in front of her crouched on a great limb.  'Speak girl' she huffed not wasting a moment.  'I have come to know will I live and know my purpose this year?' It was the same question as she asked every year yet this year she felt different.  her bones spoke to her now with a depth she had not known before.  'You will know him this year' the leopardess answered then jumped effortlessly to a limb in the distance and in one moment vanished into the canopies.  'Ugh' the girl huffed with frustration as she descended for this is what she answered every year and from her observation there was nothing she could make of it year after year.

But that year the mermaids that did not give up in their promise to find what she had asked for so long ago, saw a man walk off a boat into the fishing village.  He was quite larger then most and a hammer larger then any they had ever observed seemed to go unnoticed by the passings and goings of the villagers.  The wind strangely picked up wherever he went and the people became calm and relaxed.  They made a plan then to get him to the girl.