Once upon a time the earth was not as we know it today. It consisted of swirling energies rather than solid matter, these energies coalescing in certain places and forming rather shaky kingdoms. Each kingdom was ruled over by a queen, and each queen had a personality that established the order of the kingdom she ruled.

In another tale, dear reader, you read of the wicked Queen Arantia, she whose axe swung heavily over the land of Dorkfae. Here is a small portion of the history of that land, or to be more precise, of the evil that Arantia supposedly weilded as her own.   

It had long been known that Arantia was not the first of the evil queens to rule in the combined lands of above and below. No, before Arantia came into power, there had been another great and terrible queen, one whose origins are losts to the mists, a tiny and delicate figure whose history is shrouded in obscurity. All that is known of her is that she once ruled a land known as Alpine that had bordered Dorkfae, and that her name was Sillyniel.

No one knows what became of this particular evil queen. No record of her death has been passed down to us, no traces of her lineage remain. Some say that her evil ran so deep that she staged her own disappearance, and gained power as an unknown in several kingdoms, not the least of which was Dorkfae itself.

It is spoken in whispers that Arantia rules in name only, and that the minionions blindy give that queen their obedience while in truth, Sillyniel is the driving force of evil behind all that Arantia does. No one knows for sure what Arantia's stance on this matter is, though one can almost be positive that she would be mightily amused at the prospect and never give it a second thought.

Deep in the archives of the library in Arantia's palace of crimson and silver, however, there is a scrap of parchment which tells a different tale. Should the minionions ever learn of this scrap, they would surely roll their eyes and go into convulsions of disbelief. Arantia herself must be aware of its existence, though she would never admit to this knowledge. This parchment, written before ever there was a netherworld or an Alpine or a Dorkfae or any of the other lands that we know of today, speaks of an evil that even the great Arantia herself must be hardpressed to comprehend.

It tells of a mighty godiss who once walked the land, a mysterious godiss called MaJik Jack. Once the fumes of incense and bloody sacrifices rose to the heavens, homage to this fearsome godiss. MaJik Jack was the embodiment of pure evil, quite possibly the Dark One hirself, and evil queens from time untold ruled their kingdoms in hir service. Nowadays, MaJik Jack is barely remembered as a myth, but there was a time when the powers of the Jack were known to all.

It is the subject of much concealed debate in some circles as to the origin of the evil that grows and swells in the land of Dorkfae. Few know of the parchment, but many vaguely remember the myth of MaJik Jack, and a vague notion is really all it takes to set the folk of all of the combined kingdoms in an uproar.

The few who dare to piece together the shady doings of the two evil queens and the myth of the godiss MaJik Jack never speak of their conclusions, but of course whispers escape enclosed spaces and flow to the ears of any willing to hear. One fragment of one of these secret conclusions tells us that Arantia is indeed ruling in name only, though she is unaware of this, and that Sillyniel is the one who truly pulls on the threads of Arantia's web.

The most hidden and awful of secrets, however, is that Sillyniel is herself but a pawn, though of course she, too, is unaware of her position as such. The moving force behind Sillyniel's actions is none other than MaJik Jack, who in this manner discreetly spreads the vast evil that imbues the land of Dorkfae. All hail the Majik Jack!

Such a tangle are the powers of evil! But that is why they are evil, and not to be understood by the common and good-hearted folk who walk obliviously through time, folk such as you and I, who know better than to meddle in the affairs of people so very far above us mere minionions.