The witch of Phrandaxis is believed to have been a marooned woman from a Nes’smon trading ship. Accounts have recorded that the hurricanes that tear across the moon’s surface, as well as gales that frequently occurs within the crust of the moon over a subterranean ocean. The surface hurricanes can be sometimes strong enough to capture and draw even ships of a large-class dreadnaught to its destruction upon the moon. There is also conflicting records of eyewitnesses regarding the sighting of a woman wearing a mantle of weaved hair, likely her own, who was able to transverse through and over Phrandaxis without being disturbed by the wind. It is difficult to rely on the evidence presented considering that Phrandaxis is geologically basic in structure, with a chemical composition of sulphur, oxygen, hydrogen and an active atmosphere showing significant climate variability of very strong winds and breathable gases.

The Nursery Rhyme of Phrandaxis

Through land far and wide

Never one dares to travel

Hopes discerned in darkness

Black tides crashing upon sand

Aquatic deserts of infinite dreams

I am the witch of Phrandaxis

Through bitter and cold

Through sand and dune

Through time and age

There always remains the same

The wind ever blowing

In countless cardinal directions

With no maternity

With no coffin

It blows continuously

Its mass swirling the crests

Churning the ocean water

Birthing sulphur

Drawing tears

The wind is mine to control

To host those who would dare

Brilliant droplets form

Upon battered rocks

The tears of the brine

As the wind pummel its surface

Escape my children

You the typhoon that roars within

And find freedom without

This round rock tries to constrain you

But your strength defies

Any hold anything dares upon you

There, in the sky veiled by the strata

Seek and find your freedom

Bring about love and hate

And forget not in whose breast

Your love resides

Bring about the fall of the mighty!

Of all the winds, you are celestial!

Eternal…

One!

Phrandaxis be your home

The witch your lover

And you the noble warrior

Hush.

Make no sound

Rear your fathomless energy

And bring about destruction

Take no prisoners

Give no quarter

The infidels deserve no mercy

I am the witch

I am your ruler

And through me you will find power

The children of Phrandaxis

Will ever remain unchallenged

Pelting

Hail

Rain

And

Nefarious

Darkness

About

Xenokinds

In

Space

And the wind

Blows forever

Unchallenged

And unquestioned.