Have you heard of the great tale of the ancient warrior
queen that gave her life for her people? She was born of royal blood, and a
self-taught scholar of the universal languages of logic, politics, philosophy,
and love. She was headstrong and bent most of the rules of conventionality, but
thrived amongst her contemporaries anyway. She became a ranking
warrior/princess in the high council. Her only weakness was her faith in
mankind. She was so honest that she thought everyone to be of true heart. This
warrior/queen was courted many times, but these self-proclaimed kings that
presented themselves to her were nothing but serpents from the underworld. She
became so saddened by the corruption of the world that she cried for 22 cycles
of the moon. The ethereal planes flooded with sadness, had to open its doors or
risk tearing the fabric between the dimensions. Her cries of pity for the world
dwarfed the howling winds of the Cherokee wind god, Oonawieh Unggi ("the
oldest wind"). She eventually gave in to her sorrows and offered her soul
to the universe, hoping to save mortal man. Her spirit is still reigning in the
heavens. If you look to the Northern skies at night, you can still see Queen
Janice watching over mankind.
April 21, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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