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