Wonder Woman Battle of the Gods - YouTube

It's strange, isn't it, to outlive the world you once knew. Not just once, but over and over again. I've lived for thousands of years, thousands, long enough to see empires rise, fall, and return as hashtags.

There was a time when humans charted the stars by hand, etched wisdom onto clay tablets, and honored gods with fire and blood. Now, they carry entire libraries in their pockets, speak across oceans in real time, and explore Mars with machines the size of ponies. And I marvel at it.

I was born on Themyscira, Paradise Island, the hidden sanctuary of the Amazons. A place untouched by time, forged by the gods, and protected by our queen, my mother. My sisters and I were warriors, philosophers, artists, all in one breath.

We trained in combat and poetry. We read ancient scrolls and learned to break mountains with a single step. It was beautiful, and still is.

But I left that sanctuary, not out of rebellion, but out of duty. The world of men was suffering, fractured. And while my sisters chose to remain, I chose to fight for them.

To walk among humanity, not as a goddess, but as their shield. I faced monsters that would drive most to madness. And gods? Hercules.

His strength was real, but so was his pride. Ares, the god of war, never truly dies. He only sleeps.

And when he wakes, the world bleeds. Poseidon, tempestuous and arrogant. Hades, cold and cunning.

Always whispering about inevitability. And Zeus. Zeus was thunder, wrath, and indulgence.

But even the king of Olympus can fall. And he did. Then there's Cheetah, Barbara.

She was once my friend. Brilliant, misunderstood, aching for power in a world that ignored her. But power is a cruel mirror.

It shows you the version of yourself you're too afraid to be. And too proud to let go of. And love.

Yes, I've known love. It never gets easier. And like love, the body changes too.

Over the centuries, I've reshaped mine countless times. Bulkier, leaner, stronger, swifter. Always trying to find the perfect balance between grace and power.

But I've done it so often, I've forgotten what my true peak even looked like. I only know how it felt. And I chase that feeling more than any reflection.

The world keeps changing. Fashion, politics, even the definitions of justice. But I've come to believe that one truth endures.

Compassion is strength. Mercy is not weakness. And love? Love is the only thing worth fighting for.

Even when the world tries to make you forget it exists. People often ask me if I get tired of the wars. The heartbreak.

The loneliness. Yes, of course. But then I see a little girl take her first self-defense class.

Or a city rebuild after devastation. Or someone choosing peace over vengeance. And I remember why I fight.

Not because I'm immortal. But because they aren't. Themyscira gave me life.

But Earth? Earth gave me purpose. And as long as I draw breath, I, Wonder Woman, will protect it.