Lightened skies of neon streaks, orange, pink, and yellow set the stage for my birth. The sky was on fire and it seemed to be that the world itself was ablaze. A century old war waged over the lands of earth traveled over the seas until the entire planet became two worlds that clashed in Epic desolations of each other. Conquering their own territories, staking their flags to claim what they fought for. No one today remembers why the war began, but we have come to call it The Great Divide. Indeed a rift had been made in the world and ever since I can remember I had been raised to be a Warrior of heart, but no training, or courage could have prepared me for the events to come. What waited for me around every bend was a blinding light that will have led me to what some may consider treason, Insanity, futile, nothing but dreams. Since 4 years old, I have had the companionship of crows, being born in the autumn Equinox of October 12th, my animal spirit, the crow, was under my command and I under theirs. Talking to them and befriending them, I came to enjoy the sound of caws more than that idle palaver of the people in my Kingdom. My father ruled with a heavy heart after my mother passed away while I was still young. She went so suddenly, sometimes I don’t even remember what she looked like. Uther came to me shortly after my mother’s passing, being an albino crow, Uther and I stood out even in the castle full of subjects and courtesans. Years would pass and I would grow to be known as the Queen of Crows. With my father’s passing and my being an only child, I inherited the kingdom. The ruler of our side in the war was far from my Kingdom and I grew tired of the Battles, Always running off to the woods, disappearing for days, weeks at a time to be with my animal kingdom. There I met a man who taught me ways of the Druid. Each day my skills Became more fluid and prominent, I could control the elements as nature handed herself over to me and I breathed her in. I would say that it completed me but I would be lying. I did not know that somewhere in a distant land far away from me, there was a man I was to meet and how our meeting each other would change the world we knew forever. My teacher gave me the abilities to become powerful, primal forces bent at the wave of my fingers, natural disasters were created at the clenching of my fists and new life grew a fresh start, new life sprung in my wake. My kingdom came to love me and by the age of 23, I kept my Kingdom safe. Until One summer, that summer when he came, I could no longer protect my Throne or my people and so that their lives are spared, surrendered my throne and exiled myself into the wilderness. There I wandered for many days that swelled into months. Now that you know who I am and what I come from you may understand better just how strange life can be. How the tides of time change in an instant. One moment you rule a kingdom and the next you are feared and mythologized as The Queen of Crows. Understand that I was happy to be rid of my stone prison of four cobbled walls; I am in rapture of my forests and traveled far into enemy territories untouched and hidden. My name is Fijoli and my story begins here She had walked on their path, and played with their soil. It mattered not; the lay of claim to land was all hers. All the earth bent for her and flora grew after her, chasing her step. She never wanted for things like she wanted the dirt. Adorned in a year old white robe and a white crow perched at her shoulder, the queen of crows walked through the wood of Salidl. The woods were torn and cinder rose up as the hot coals of dead tree raised the ash to fall down in a rain of soot. Fijoli looked around the burnt landscape, the silver eyes upon her face swelled as she bore the pain of the earth, listening to its silent cry. Uther sat, perched at her shoulder plucking at her tears. “Do not cry,” He said,” You can bring it back.” Deep empathy washed through her in the connection she felt between her and the forlorn waste of the dead forest, its vastness overwhelmed her and sorrow stung at her eyes. Replaced with a hatred for Man, she stepped to the edge of the woods, turning to look back on the green Vines of foot prints that reached for her as if she were their sun. Brushing back her earth covered white sleeves she raised her arms into the air. The weight of the damage had far surpassed any regeneration of the earth she had ever attempted. She began to sing to the forest, mourning for it, promising to it that she was there for it. The winds blew heavy, lifting the ash and coal around into a mixture of what once was. Rain began to pour down on her and the dead wood, soaking into the ground, and a steam began to rise from the hot ash. Her song grew louder and the earth shook under her frequencies of compassion. It swayed to her whim with a sprout; a single sapling burst from the ash at her feet and began to explode with branches, stretching up. Above her head into the sky, the sapling erected into a full grown tree, its leaves bursting from their branches' end. One tree, after another, and another, and again, and again, they emerged from the ground into the air, drinking the rain as it fell on their leaves. Emerald bursts of once dead forest returned to life one tree at a time. Fijoli’s voice rang through the air with a vengence, claiming this place with her heart; she captivated its wildness and used its power to return to it its own life. Uther took off in a flash of white feathers; he soared over the land following the Time-lapseed Tree growth. The power he believed her capable of happened, as his wings carried him along her Echoed voice. Dropping to her knee the mud and rain absorbed into her robes as she looked on to a new land, a new forest, it’s trees Grown by the very love in her heart. How fiercely she loved, how passionately she cared, it was enough to drown even death with the abundance of life. Heavy breaths sent into the air around her as she broke a smile for her trees. Regaining her stamina she flung herself from the ground into the trees and ran along the woodland grounds Vines racing after her in a frenzy of wildlife. Later Uther and Her rested beneath the Hearth of her new trees, sheltered from the rain she build a fire to stay warm, Dozens of Crows circling overhead of the new forest of Salidl. While she slept, a strange Mysterious Man walked along and stood in the wake of the forest that had just been burnt to the ground but not an hour ago. He narrowed his eyes to see that a trail of vines twisted their way around the trees. He hesitated in awe of the sight before him, and with intrigue began to follow the Vines that would lead him straight to the Queen of Crows.