They call me The Goddess of The Ice Moon. I was, yes, born from a God, but, never did my father care to tell me he loved me, nor teach me the ways of the sun. You see, my father, he wanted a son, not a retched daughter. he was only allowed one wife, one child. So in anger and disgust, he sent me to the moon, I learned the power of the wild beast, I tamed it, soothed It's fears. In reply, it would send me to the planet called Earth, it orbited. There, I had mortals, men and women, gape at me, fall to their knees and beg for forgiveness, I would turn to them and bring them up and ask them, "For why do you bow at my feet for forgiveness and shelter when all thou must do, is treat your children and wife with respect?" they would keep their head down and reply, "For one whom eyes glitter like the frozen sea, turning to a beautiful sapphire, and hair as black as the Raven through the night, and such silk that's silver is as pure as the mineral, and a voice as soft and sweet as a summer breeze, it must be forbidden to talk to the goddess of such beauty and grace with sins upon our souls," I did not understand what they saw, I told them, "I am only a mere mortal, one of you!" they would continue to look away, "Then thou must be a princess," I would laugh at all remarks and say to just respect and love one another. I remember all the fear they thought of me, but I reminded them, it was fine. Then the moon would cry out for me to come home, so home I went. I came back time and time again, but when I last went back, a war raged, men killed men, women and children ran, I was taken by one of the soldiers dressed in an amazing blue, and rushed me towards his lord. I now write to you, I am still here, waiting to see, if whom they call, "The Child of The Water, The Prince of the Land," will arrive, and let me back to my dearest moon, or if I will forever feel the tugging of It's sorrowful call.
